dragon hunter

Chapter 368
Fang Jian's family background is ordinary. Several generations of a large family live in an old house. Even his newly married second brother has not yet separated.

This time, the old man in the family was inexplicably bewitched, and he sought medical advice many times to no avail. This is undoubtedly worse for this family that is not well-off financially.

When we passed by, the courtyard and main room were crowded with people, seven aunts and six women gathered by the wall, whispering and telling jokes.

The brothers and sisters in the direct line of the old Fang's family looked sad and fidgety.

A few hoarse roars came from the backyard from time to time, the voice sounded like a trapped animal, adding a bit of worry to the faces of the Fang brothers and sisters.

"Third brother, didn't eldest sister go out with you? Where is she?" A man who looked similar to Fang Jianguo and was a few years older asked.

Embarrassment flashed in Lao Fang's eyes, he hesitated, he didn't know how to explain it, but seeing everyone's eyes, he turned to us, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Second brother, these two are my friends."

Dissatisfaction flashed in Fang's second brother's eyes. He was probably blaming Lao Fang for bringing irrelevant friends home at this juncture.

"Third Brother, didn't you and Eldest Sister go to invite the sorcerer? Father's condition today is not right." A woman who was the youngest, probably the younger sister of the Fang family, asked.

As soon as the words were finished, the cunning and mean elder sister Fang hurried in and said in a hasty tone: "Quick, Fairy Ma is coming right away, hurry up and prepare all the etiquette."

After finishing speaking, this tricky elder sister with an awl-like face glanced over us and gave Lao Fang a hard look, as if complaining that he insisted on going his own way.

When I heard the elder sister Fang mentioned "the number of etiquette", I immediately remembered that there is a bad habit in the countryside when inviting witches, that is, before people enter the door, they have to pay filial piety and prepare every cent, no matter whether the witches can solve the problem, These filial piety money will not be refunded.

Fang, the youngest girl, pointed to the tray on the table covered with a red cloth, and said, "I've prepared it long ago, and it costs thirty-eight thousand, isn't it too expensive?"

"You girl, what do you know about movies? Fairy Ma has great powers, but you can't just hire them with money. This time, the elder sister gave up her old face, so she reluctantly agreed." Elder sister Fang gouged out her little sister. glance.

Fang Xiaomei is the youngest, and probably has the least right to speak at home. She was glared at by her elder sister and stood by the wall, not daring to speak out.

Zhen Qingyi and I stood on the side, listening to the discussion of the three aunts and six wives on the other side, saying that the Fang family was not well-to-do, and this time they spent another [-] yuan, and this year it is estimated that they will have to borrow money to survive.

Then he said that the old Fang's family offended the fox fairy mother-in-law, probably no one would lend them money, and those of them who were related to each other would not be able to wipe their faces at that time, so they had to pay 80 yuan, and forget about it.

Zhen Qingyi and I looked at each other, human nature is desolate, which is undoubtedly revealed in times of adversity.

There was a sound of suona outside, I poked my head over my head, widened my eyes suddenly, and felt a sense in my heart, that sorceress is so arrogant, but she still opened the way. Compared with her, those sorceresses in our village are just like peasants in the fields. Kela, not on the grade.

"There's no need to be so exaggerated, what age is it, why are you still talking about this?" Zhen Qingyi said in disbelief.

"The more closed the place, the more strange customs and customs. Let's take a look at other people's family affairs first, so don't talk too much." I said in a low voice.

Lao Fang argued with the elder sister for a few words, the distance was too far, and the suona was very noisy outside, I couldn't hear what they were arguing about.

However, judging from Lao Fang angrily walking aside, his opinion was obviously not adopted.

After a while, Lao Fang walked over with an apologetic expression on his face, and said a little embarrassedly: "Brother Zhang, I should have asked you for help with this matter, but Eldest Sister and the others believe in witches more, so I'm sorry."

"It's okay, as long as the old man recovers, it doesn't matter whoever makes the move." I waved my hand indifferently.

I'm not a stunned young man who likes to show off. It would be great if I could participate in this matter as a bystander.

That Ma Xiangu is a skinny little old woman, wearing a bright red dress, painted with makeup and powder, which makes people look like a monster.

Don't look at the old woman's vulgar attire, she is quite airy. Facing the tray brought by the Fang family, she took a look at the red silk, raised her dry old face, snorted through her nostrils, and waved her hand as a sign The assistant behind him, put away the reward.

"Let's talk about it first. The matter of your old Fang's family is quite difficult. I can do it if you want, but if the problem is solved, the salary will have to be doubled." Ma Xiangu stood at the door and said arrogantly.

"You..." Old Fang was impulsive, seeing the sorceress looking like she was taking advantage of the fire, she was about to rush over to argue with her, but was stopped by the eldest sister of the Fang family with stern eyes.

Don't look at Big Sister Fang, who is tricky and mean in front of her younger siblings, but when she faces the Fairy Ma, she looks like a pug dog whose bones have been pulled out, with a humble face, and her awl face almost turns into a flower with sneering.

Xiangu Ma glanced at Lao Fang out of the corner of her eye, snorted again, and then stepped across the threshold with a look of reluctance.

Fang Xiaomei leaned over with her mouth pouted, pulled Lao Fang's sleeve, and said in a soft voice: "Third brother, not counting the [-] you gave just now, you have to give another [-] afterwards. Where can our family collect so much?" money?"

Lao Fang sighed, his face turned into orange peel, he took a puff of cigarette sadly, and said, "Eldest sister is also here to cure our father, so let's take a step at a time."

Fang Xiaomei wrinkled her nose, snorted softly, and said disapprovingly: "How can she be so enthusiastic, why not ask the sorceress for the thing in our father's hand, and she didn't ask her for a cent."

Embarrassment flashed across Lao Fang's eyes, he looked at us unnaturally, stretched out his hands and scratched his head, and didn't answer Fang Xiaomei's words.

Zhen Qingyi and I looked at each other, and smiled wryly in our hearts, every family really has their own hard-to-recite scriptures, and this kind of nonsense is unavoidable for every family.

The roar in the backyard continued, and there was violence and blood in that voice, which made people feel terrified.

The old god Ma Xiangu was there, standing there to accept everyone's compliments, and after a while, Shi Shiran walked towards the backyard.

The crowd in the main room followed Ma Xiangu and moved to the backyard collectively, and we followed behind, wondering what the Ma Xiangu could do when she fell to the ground.

When I came to the backyard, I finally saw the bewitched Father Fang. He was in his 60s, with a strong body, and if it wasn't for his gray hair, he would have looked like a man in his forties.

At this moment, Father Fang was tied up with a rope, and his body was fixed to the load-bearing pillars in the corridor, with a grim expression on his face, struggling desperately.

Younger sister Fang was timid, seeing the masonry pillars were shaking a little under the pull of Father Fang, and the dust from the roof was falling down. Fear flashed in her eyes, and she subconsciously took a step back.

I squinted my eyes and looked at the bewitched Father Fang, who was shrouded in a faint red mist, wriggling strangely.

Of course, ordinary people can't see that layer of red mist, because it's a demonic aura, and people who don't step into the circle of practice can't feel it.

Before I came here, I thought that the other party was bewitched by a ghost, and it might be a ghost. Now it seems that things are not as simple as I thought.

The Goddess Ma, who loves to put on airs, seems to be used to this kind of thing, and she doesn't seem to be surprised.

The thin old woman was not frightened by Father Fang's ferocious appearance, so she walked over slowly and circled Father Fang.

"Xianggu, what's the matter, can you get rid of the evil on my father's body?" Sister Fang asked eagerly.

"It's not that he met a ghost or was bewitched by an evil spirit. This is much more troublesome than being bewitched by an evil spirit." Fairy Ma said slowly.

I stared at the wrinkled little old woman for a moment, wondering in my heart, did the other party see it too?

If so, she should not be underestimated. Being able to see the evil spirit at least proves that she has two brushes.

"Then what's going on with my father? He was fine the day before he was bewitched by evil spirits. How many bowls of rice can he eat in one meal?" Second Brother Fang asked anxiously.

"He offended the fox fairy mother-in-law and was punished." Ma Xiangu pretended to be deep and said.

I frowned slightly, and guessed in my heart, if the old woman said this, did she really see the evil spirit on Father Fang, or was she talking nonsense about running the train.

"Nonsense, my father never went to Longchong Mountain, how could he offend Mother-in-law Fox Immortal, you will spit out blood." Fang Xiaomei was shallow-minded, probably during this period of time, she was often stimulated by rumors, and couldn't help jumping out to refute.

Immortal Ma's face suddenly darkened, she stared coldly at Sister Fang, and let out a cold snort from her nostrils.

Sister Fang wiped the sweat from her forehead, accompanied by carefulness and smirking, leaned over to apologize, then turned her head and glared at Sister Fang fiercely, and reprimanded impatiently: "Little girl, you don't understand bullshit, and it's not your turn to speak, Get out and stay in the room."

Fang Xiaomei's lips moved, tears welled up in her eyes, and finally she burst into tears, wiped her tears, and rushed back to the main room aggrieved.

Lao Fang was embarrassed and kept rubbing his hands, even embarrassed to look at us, and kept saying: "It's all a family scandal, I made you laugh."

I sighed softly, walked over and patted Lao Fang on the shoulder, indicating that I understood.

Elder Sister Fang scolded Younger Sister for crying, and then smiled sarcastically, looking at the sorceress cautiously, and tentatively asked: "Xianggu, how can I solve the evil in my father?"

Ma Xiangu pretended to be mysterious, closed her eyes, stretched out her fingers to calculate, her lips kept turning, she didn't know what she was muttering silently.

I almost laughed out loud just looking at the counting technique with the other party's fingers, and I was sure in my heart that this was a counterfeit who fished in troubled waters.

In the eyes of outsiders, it is a very cool and pretentious thing for a master of the Xiangmen to count 500 years before and count 1000 years later.

But only an insider like me, who has really entered the industry, knows that there are several types of fingering, and different fingerings are used in different calculations. It is by no means as simple as outsiders think.

(End of this chapter)