Urban Witcher

The female ghost didn't know who he was, and when she saw him coming out, it was exactly what she wanted, so she walked around the carriage and rushed up.

Ye Shaoyang smiled indifferently, raised his left hand, and eight five emperor coins flew out and landed on the female ghost, knocking her out and falling to the ground, stunned for a moment, and immediately bowed to Ye Shaoyang, Ye Shaoyang didn't talk to her , directly pasted a soul-attracting talisman on her face, and sent her to the Yin Division. What bad things did she do before, why didn't she go to the Yin Division to report it, and the judge went to interrogate her.

Not every ghost is qualified to let him personally interrogate the past.

Back in the car, Tan Xiaohui was talking to the people in the car in Miao language. Most of the people in the car were Hmong people. They could understand Chinese, but Qin Xiaohui talked to them in Miao language to make them feel that she was herself. People, what they say, it is easy to gain their trust.

Under Tan Xiaohui's reassurance, all the people in the car calmed down and looked at Ye Shaoyang with awe.

"What did you tell them?" Ye Shaoyang asked when he came to Qin Xiaohui's side.

Tan Xiaohui said: "I didn't say anything, just said that you are a mage, and you have a way to find the zombies. They are waiting for you."

"Uh..." Ye Shaoyang felt a little shy when surrounded by the high expectations of the crowd, scratched his head, and said, "Do they believe it?"

"Miao people all believe in this, and zombies come back to the door. It happens occasionally, and no one doesn't believe it. You just need to find the zombies." Tan Xiaohui whispered in Ye Shaoyang's ear, "The person in the last row, by the window, He's been sleeping all the time, and he didn't even wake up after such a big thing happened, I think it's probably him." Please, thank you!

Ye Shaoyang raised his eyes and saw that guy was quite fat, carrying a schoolbag, looking like a college student, lying on the back of the seat in the front seat, with his head buried in his arms, motionless, so he walked towards him.

The passengers all knew that he was going to catch the zombies. According to Tan Xiaohui's order, everyone sat still in their seats, so as not to be caught by the corpse and escape.

Ye Shaoyang came in front of the student, squeezed the five emperors' coins with his left hand, and when he was ready, he patted him on the shoulder with his right hand, but there was no response.

I took a few more shots, but there was still no response, so I ignored him. How can normal people do this?

With a decision in his mind, Ye Shaoyang grabbed his hair and lifted his head up. The five emperors' money in his left hand was about to be stuffed into his mouth. When it reached his mouth, Ye Shaoyang suddenly saw a mobile phone on his lap. Still moving, the brain immediately jammed, wiped, made a mistake! People are just playing with their phones!

Hastily let go of his hand and apologized to others.

"You didn't sleep? Why didn't you raise your head when such a big thing happened?" Tan Xiaohui asked in wonder.

"What are you looking up for? Things are happening anyway. It doesn't matter if I don't look at them. It will affect my playing games, and the siege battle!"

Ye Shaoyang tore off the hair of this guy, delayed playing the game, and was very annoyed, but it was still for playing the game, and he didn't have time to reason with him, so he buried his head in his arms, looked down from above, and couldn't see the phone. Much like sleeping.

Ye Shaoyang shook his head helplessly, playing games to this extent is also a talent.

He took a step back, stood in front of the passenger in front of the fat man, and looked at him with a smile on his face: This is an old man who looks to be in his sixties, wearing a homemade jacket and trousers, wearing safety shoes, and has an unshaven beard. The skin is rough, and it looks like he is used to doing hard work at ordinary times.

What is particularly noticeable is that a piece of white cloth is tied on his forehead, and the strips of cloth hang down from it, reaching as long as his mouth. He is looking down at a crumpled newspaper with his head down.

Ye Shaoyang put a hand on his shoulder and said, "It's not him, it's you."

The old man read the newspaper intently, without saying a word.

Tan Xiaohui tugged at the hem of his clothes from behind and said in a low voice, "He stood up earlier."

Ye Shaoyang didn't make a sound, he had already determined that the corpse aura emanated from his body, he was sitting too close to the fat man, the front window was open, the wind blew his corpse aura to the back, and Tan Xiaohui The previous speculation made him preconceived that the little fat man was a zombie, and he didn't really investigate, which made him a joke.

This time, there will be no more mistakes.

Facing the questioning eyes around him, Ye Shaoyang pressed his shoulder with one hand, and pulled off the cloth strip wrapped around his forehead with one hand. Immediately, a long scar appeared on the old man's face from his forehead to his forehead. Up to the top of the mouth, the wound showed no sign of healing, and there was a smear of half-coagulated black blood in the middle.

The wound was just blocked by the hanging end of the cloth, so no one saw it.

For a while, except for the little fat man, who was still playing with his mobile phone calmly, everyone else cast their eyes on the old man's face with a horrified expression: No one needs to tell the truth, this old man borrowed a car to go back home Zombies!

Suddenly, with a plop, the driver was the first to kneel down in front of the old man, murmured something, then took out a cigarette, lit three cigarettes, one in front and two in the back, sandwiched between the three fingers, and respectfully stretched out the cigarette to the old man. go.

The old man sighed, bent down, reached out to take the front one, stood up, and walked slowly towards the door. The driver heaved a sigh of relief, hurried back to the driver's seat, and opened the door for him.

"What's going on?" Ye Shaoyang asked Tan Xiaohui in surprise.

Qin Xiaohui said in a low voice: "This is the rule on our side. It can be regarded as a contract. Once the driver finds the zombie returning to the door, he can't drive it away or something. He can only send it away. The zombie took the front door cigarettes means to leave, if you take the last two cigarettes, you just won’t leave..."

"What about after sending them away?" Ye Shaoyang asked.

"He will choose the next bus, and then find a way to get on the bus..."

Ye Shaoyang became angry when he heard it, "Isn't that still trying to harm someone? Shit, this guy, I found out, and he just left like this? Don't you think me, a celestial master, too much?"

Tan Xiaohui lowered her head and said, "It's like this. This place has been a place of its own since ancient times, and there are very few Taoist priests from the Central Plains coming here, so...it doesn't know you at all."

do not know? Ye Shaoyang suddenly realized, no wonder the mountain ghost he had saved before, with such a low level of cultivation, dared to attack him on his own initiative.

I don't know you, it's easy to handle, I can call you to know me.

Ye Shaoyang flew out of the car and blocked the zombie's way.

The zombie stood still, tilted its head, two beams of gloomy light shot out from its cloudy eyes.

Ye Shaoyang looked at it and knew that it was actually not a zombie, but a ghost whose body was being controlled by the soul, but this union of ghost and corpse was temporary and could not last long.

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