Hundred Ghosts Taboo

Chapter 80
In the past six months, all the people in the Wei Mansion were tortured by ghosts, and the old lady in the Wei Mansion was frightened to death. Wei Zhihai couldn't take it anymore, so he personally went to the Spirit Dragon Temple and invited a famous Taoist priest to exorcise evil spirits.

Last night, the reason why the little girl was sent to the haunted house was because she listened to the Taoist priest and sent a girl who had menstruation there the night before the haunting, because the blood of menstruation is filthy. The little maid is carrying a magic talisman given by a Taoist priest, which is said to dispel the grievances of some ghosts.

The old Taoist said that in this way, the ghost will be angry, but it will be powerless to harm people. If you see the ghost roaring out that night, it will be done.

In the end, instead of seeing ghosts roaring out, they saw two big living people.

After probably knowing what was going on, Fatty Wu secretly pinched Bai Wuji: "Hey, buddy, you've been with Chu Ling for so long, have you ever heard that auntie can deal with ghosts with magic charms?"

"I've only been working part-time. I'll ask my boss about this."

Seeing the two chatting below, the old man raised his crutches and dropped them heavily on the ground: "Shut up! You are still whispering to each other down there. Although my Wei family is being disturbed by ghosts, it's not even a thief who can steal something." A place of bullying! Someone, break these two little thieves, each with a broken leg, and drive them out of the mansion!"

After the old man finished speaking, five or six servants with sticks came to Bai Wuji and Fatty Wu, and they were about to be dragged out.

Bai Wuji was not afraid, his eyes kept scanning everyone in the hall.

But Fatty Wu broke out in a cold sweat. He is not familiar with this place. Don’t break his legs before he thinks of a way to go back, so he hurriedly shouted: "Hey! Old man! Old man, please calm down!" , What do you think you are doing, we are really not stealing things, we... we are just catching ghosts, I have heard about your house for a long time, really!"

"Nonsense, tongue cut off!"

Fatty Wu's head was sweating, and he thought that the feudal society was really a scam!

"Hey! Hey old man, don't believe me, I'm serious, look, didn't the Taoist say to lure the ghosts out tonight? But the ghosts didn't come out, so he might not be good at it, Hey, but I'm different, I'm really an expert! In the worst case, let me try and break my leg if it doesn't work, you're not bad for a day!"

Fatty said this, the old man may have been really scared by ghosts in the past six months, and wanted to use all available power.

So the old man's crutch fell to the ground again: "Stop, let him go."

"Hey, thank you, old man. What, I have been traveling with my little apprentice for many years, and I have experience in this field." As he said, Fatty Wu put his hand on Bai Wuji's shoulder, and secretly wiped his sweat.

The old man of Wei's mansion had a look of disdain in his eyes: "You two are dressed in strange clothes, you don't look like a good person, I just give you a try, if it doesn't work, I will cut off your tongues and goug your eyes tomorrow! "

"Nothing, no problem!"

His life was temporarily saved, Fatty Wu suffered from an occupational disease, and he began to bargain with Mr. Wei, discussing how much to pay after the completion of this project. The attitude towards Fatty Wu was subconsciously good, and he also promised that if he succeeds, he will not be rewarded with a lot of money.

Afterwards, Fatty Wu began to prepare his own old method, asking the old man to get some banana leaves for himself no matter how far away he was. If there were no banana leaves, willow sticks would work, but willow sticks by the river would not work.

After half a day, the servants of Wei's mansion brought a bunch of willow sticks to Fatty Wu, and there really were no banana leaves in this place.

When it was getting dark in the afternoon, Fatty Wu and Bai Wuji came to the haunted hut again.

Fatty Wu started to dip the wall with paste, chicken blood and willow sticks. While dipping, he said to Bai Wuji enthusiastically: "Nephew, let me tell you that although I am not good at spells, it is not necessary to catch ghosts." Rely on spells, look, don’t you have no spiritual power at all? You’re just stupid and bold, don’t you…”

"...This willow stick is similar to a banana leaf. Although the effect is not as good as a banana leaf, it can be replaced. But the willow tree on the mountain is not good. It is an evil thing. It can attract ghosts, but it is not good at expelling ghosts."

"Hey, tonight you can learn from my uncle and me. Don't be afraid when the time comes, come here, don't look at the painting, go, wrap a few sticks with willow sticks!"

Fatty Wu chattered non-stop, but Bai Wuji kept looking at the paintings on the wall.

This street, this building, this pedestrian... and this beautiful woman.

"I have to ask the old man." Bai Wuji stood up.

"Hey, why are you going? Don't make a fuss. You have to finish your work with me first. There are so many things that we will almost die tonight. Let me tell you, you can't be vague about catching ghosts. Hurry up and study hard when you are young." Fatty Wu dragged Bai Wuji back.

"Ah, it's not... It's okay, I'll wrap you up!" Bai Wuji had no choice but to start wrapping the willow stick.

At night, Bai Wuji and Fatty Wu sat on a rattan chair in the middle of the yard, staring at the hut with the closed door. You can hear ghosts crying and wolves howling, and then we will save trouble, and within seven days, we will die."

"Not necessarily, Fellow Daoist." An old voice came from behind Bai Wuji and Fatty Wei.

Bai Wuji looked back, he was an old Taoist priest with black beard, skinny and dressed in a yellow robe, when he met Bai Wuji's eyes, his eyes were full of disdain.

Walking to Fatty Wu, the black-bearded Taoist smiled and said, "This fellow Taoist must be the one who robbed me of business, right?"

"Who are you?" Fatty Wu looked at the old Taoist arrogantly.

"I'm watching the spirit dragon and the scattered people of the spirit dragon."

"Oh, I haven't heard of it. Then you can go back tonight. Basically, it's nothing to do with you. Don't go into the house. I'll tell you that I destroyed my formation and kill you." Fatty Wu Speak unceremoniously.

Linglong Sanren didn't seem angry, just giggled and sneered: "The poor should stay for a while, after all, a thief is a thief, and not everyone can do things like catching ghosts. Can you catch ghosts with just a few willow sticks? Ha ha, what a joke!"

After finishing speaking, he sat on the third wicker chair prepared by his servants.

These two people are too lazy to talk to each other, they have the same taste.He wondered now what the hell was going to happen.

In the middle of the night, the cool wind blowing from all directions, got into the sleeves of Bai Wuji, Wu Fatty and Linglong Sanren.

Feeling this dark wind, the fat man giggled, pointed to the hut, and said, "Nephew, just wait and see."

Bai Wuji looked at it, but said nothing.

Linglong Sanren also chuckled, stood up, and said lightly: "That evil obstacle is here."

"Hey, old Taoist priest, don't move, don't enter the house at this time!" Fatty Wu pulled Linglong Sanren.

"Hehe, since fellow daoists feel that being poor is in the way, please invite fellow daoists first." After speaking, Linglong Sanren stretched out his hand.

Fatty Wu smiled, picked up the wicker stick on the ground and walked towards the hut, Bai Wuji frowned and shouted: "Hey, you come back first!"

Yin winds are coming from all directions, but at this moment, there is no movement in the house, which means that the ghost is not in this house.

Therefore, the restrictions set by Fatty Wu are basically useless.

If he went so hastily, he might be attacked.

In the end, it was too late for Bai Wuji, Fatty Wu had just stopped, and turned around to see Bai Wuji, a thick black mist gathered on his back!

"Martial nephew, come on, don't be afraid, uncle and I... um? Why is your back so cold?" Fatty Wu touched the back of his head, turning his head slightly back.

From the corner of his eyes, he immediately saw the fog that blackened his back, and in the fog, that woman in a blood-red dress with her head bowed and her long, messy hair covering her face!

"Oh, I'm stupid!" Fatty Wu was taken aback, and quickly rolled over, and when he turned around, he hit the stick, but when he swung the stick, the woman disappeared.

"Fuck, shit, where did you go? Where did you go?" Fatty Wu waved the wicker stick in his hand in a panic, thinking that the ghost came out too suddenly, it was just a little wind blowing, how can I say "jumping" Come out and pop out?

"Nephew, did you see it? Where did that ghost thing go? Was it scared away by me?" After asking, Fatty Wu turned his head.

But Bai Wuji stretched out his hand slowly, pointed at Fatty Wu and said, "I'm lying on your back..."

(End of this chapter)