Siheyuan: The night demon comes, don't sleep too dead at night

The face of the stick is purple.

He didn't even have the strength to struggle.

Liu Guangtian foolishly let go of his hand.

Yan Jiecheng handed the bowl in his hand to Qin Huairu.

Go aside and get some fresh air.

"This time the appointment is no problem."

"Once the golden juice is poured, the evil spirits will be dispersed. There is an old saying."

"There's nothing wrong with it, maybe I can gain two catties."

The guys were talking a lot.

We're all waiting to see what happens next.

Whether the golden juice is effective or not will soon be known.

200: The police angrily reprimanded Yi Zhonghai, Jia Zhang turned his back

vomit!

The stick was spitting out, and the yellow water sprayed out of its mouth.

Most of it was spit on the stone slabs in the yard.

And some got on clothes.

A stench filled the air, and everyone in the compound retreated one after another, covering their noses.

"Bang, how do you feel?"

"feelling better?"

Qin Huairu asked with concern.

"Mom, I feel like I'm going to die."

The stick is teary.

"The child can speak normally, so it doesn't seem like a big problem."

Yan Fugui concluded.

"The doll I fixed last time also vomited for a while."

"You'll be fine after vomiting, nothing to worry about."

So did the man who told the exorcism story.

"Uncle One, can you untie the rope on Stick Girdle now?"

Qin Huairu asked.

"Untie it."

"No matter how evil you are, with so many of us, we can still hold people down."

Yi Zhonghai nodded.

Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi stepped forward together and untied the rope on Banggen.

"Who called the police?"

"Why is it your compound again?"

A stern voice came.

Everyone looked back.

The two policemen kept a straight face, their eyes wandering through the crowd.

"Who called the police?"

"Why call the police so well?"

Yi Zhonghai's face darkened.

"I called the police."

Zhang Bingye raised his hand.

Jia Zhang's and Qin Huairu's expressions changed drastically.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Bingye secretly called the police.

Yi Zhonghai's face turned dark.

Originally, he was thinking of letting Zhang Bingye take a step back for the sake of seeing that the stick had suffered a great crime.

Forget it.

Now that the police are here, he can't continue to fight.

"Zhang Bingye, you are really nothing."

"Just for such a trivial matter, if you still call the police, you have to make life difficult for the stick, right?"

Silly Zhu said angrily.

"Shut up all of them."

"Calling the police is everyone's right, what do you mean by that?"

"Don't let people call the police. Is your compound bigger than the law?"

The leading policeman looked angry.

Sha Zhu shrank his neck, not daring to speak.

vomit!

The rope on the stick was untied, and he got up and took a step.

It was another wah wah vomit.

"Hey, what's wrong with this kid, why is he eating shit?"

The policeman looked at Sticky and said in surprise.

Yi Zhonghai's expression turned pale, and he remained silent.

Yan Fugui shrank his neck even more.

"Master, tell me."

The police looked at Yi Zhonghai.

"Well, it's quite a long story."

"Why don't we talk about calling the police first."

Yi Zhonghai was vague.

"This child was poured with gold juice to exorcise evil spirits."

Zhang Bingye said.

He thought of something that could hit Yi Zhonghai.

On the contrary, I am not in a hurry to say that my home has been stolen.

"What? Filling gold juice to exorcise evil spirits? Who came up with this idea?"

"It's so old, how can this kind of thing happen, and there are still people who practice feudal superstition."

"You old man, don't you care?"

The leading policeman shouted angrily.

With stern eyes, he looked at Yi Zhonghai.

"This matter has been approved by the child's family."

"It's really bewitched. The child is rolling around in the yard and going crazy."

"We can't help it either."

Yi Zhonghai bit the bullet and explained.

He is the uncle of the compound and has the greatest responsibility.

There is no way to shake the pot at all.

"It could be that the child is sick and not feeling well."

"You give gold juice to your children. This is pure feudal superstition and it is harmful!"

"I see that on the wall outside your courtyard, there are still slogans to break the four olds, but take a look, what are you doing?"

"I will report this matter to the street. A feudal and superstitious person is not worthy of being a man of the courtyard."

the policeman snapped.

The tone was dissatisfied to the extreme.

Yi Zhonghai's face twitched.

I was so aggrieved that I wanted to bang my head against the wall.

He also had good intentions and helped the Jia family solve the problem.

How could this happen.

If the police came a little later and Bang Jiao went back to the house, it wouldn't be such a shitty thing.

It can only be said that he is not dead, the time for the police to come is just in time.

"Comrade policeman, my child has suffered a serious crime, and I feel uncomfortable."

"Say, the person who came up with this bad idea should compensate my child."

Jia Zhang's eyeballs rolled.

Suddenly thought of a way to make money.

"Sister Jia, what do you mean?"

Yi Zhonghai panicked.

This sounds too wrong.

"I'm just asking, what's the point?"

Jia Zhang slapped a haha.

"As the child's family, if you pursue it."

"The person who pours gold into your child will not only lose money, but even go to jail."

The police said strictly.

"Then we will pursue it."

"It hurts my grandson like this, and I must be held accountable."

Jia Zhang nodded again and again.

"Mom, you can't pursue it."

Qin Huairu quickly pulled Rajazhang.

This happened to the Jia family, and they asked the people in the compound for help.

If you look back and pursue it now, you will sell the people in the compound.

In the future, if something happens to the Jia family, who will dare to help.

"Why not pursue it, the stick has been tossed half of its life."

"You don't feel bad for a mother, but I feel bad for a grandma."