The people below immediately became interested, and looked at Wang Baoyu standing in the car, waiting for the miracle to happen.

"Baoyu, you won't invite the great immortal in the house, right?" Gong Xiangjun, who was standing below, shouted foolishly.

Wang Baoyu glared at him and signaled him to shut up. He said that these are useless and regretted it a little. He had played such tricks of fooling people back then, but he was not as immoral as Wuying.

Wang Baoyu took out a piece of yellow paper, shook it in front of him for a few times, took a small bottle of wine, took a sip, put it in his mouth, took a sip, sucked it with his nose, bloated his cheeks, and blew it hard at the yellow paper.

A miracle happened, and fire actually spurted out of Wang Baoyu's mouth, which burned the yellow paper in front of him.

"What a god!" A burst of warm applause came from the crowd, feeling that Wang Baoyu's performance was incredible, but there was also a middle-aged man who seemed calm and said: "This is magic, and it is different from the master's magical power."

Needless to say, this man is also Wuxiang's apprentice. Wang Baoyu said disdainfully: "Master Wuxiang's magical powers are not even magic, but a fraud. Tell me, what is Wuxiang's ability?"

The middle-aged man hesitated for a while, and at the urging of people around him, he finally said bravely: "Master is the reincarnation of a true Buddha, and ghosts are afraid of it. As soon as he enters the house, gods and ghosts will appear immediately and turn into small fireballs and escape."

Wang Baoyu looked at him with a smile and asked, "What have you done wrong? How many ghosts can you have at home?"

The middle-aged man was stunned by the question, stammered for a long time, and said, "Demons and ghosts are everywhere, and only the master can eliminate all this."

Wang Baoyu sneered disdainfully and said, "I am also the indestructible golden body of the true Buddha. Let me show you the great power of exorcism."

Wang Baoyu touched his pocket and secretly opened the lid of a small bottle. It was filled with white powder. Wang Baoyu raised his hand gently, and the white powder floated into the air without any notice.

Everyone didn't understand what Wang Baoyu was doing while making a move, but he didn't dare to relax and stared at him tightly. In just half a minute, a miracle happened. Many small fireballs appeared around Wang Baoyu and floated towards the crowd with the wind.

Oh, the ghost is coming! I don’t know who shouted below, and people immediately started dodging. Fortunately, the small fireball had burned out before it landed, leaving no trace.

It was absolutely shocked. Everyone was so surprised that they couldn't stop talking. They didn't know where this magical phenomenon came from. Some people even began to suspect that Wang Baoyu was a person of origin, and maybe he was the reincarnation of the god and Buddha. Qian Meifeng was so excited to see it and kept saying to Duoduo, "Uncle is great!"

Wang Baoyu felt very proud and asked the middle-aged man with a smile: "What is my magical power to exorcise ghosts? Are there more ghosts that Wuying drives away?"

The middle-aged man choked for a moment, and finally nodded subconsciously, but asked in confusion: "This ghost is the same as what I saw, but how could you recruit so many?"

Ignorance is definitely ignorance! Not only did Wang Baoyu think so in his heart, but even the middle-aged man laughed at him and didn't understand until this time. Wang Baoyu said to everyone to the loudspeaker: "I just asked why I have more ghosts than Wuxiang, and this question is very good. I can also tell you the answer, that is, I am generous than Wuxiang and use more materials!"

Haha, everyone laughed happily. At this time, Wuxiang was no longer unfathomable, but a liar with many doubts.

Wang Baoyu performed two more shows, feeling that the time was almost ripe, and he was not a professional performance, nor was he playing monkeys for everyone to show, with the purpose of letting everyone see the truth.

"Friends, what I performed for you just now is not a magical power at all. You can also perform it at will." Wang Baoyu shouted with a trumpet.

Although Jia Zhengdao did not see Wuxiang showing his magical powers with his own eyes, he still heard Li Cuiping, Li Xiuzhi and others say that when he saw that his son could also show these things, he knew in his heart that this must be a fraud and his face became very ugly.

Wang Baoyu took out a small bottle from his pocket and held it high and said, "There are white phosphorus particles in it. The ignition point of this chemical is very low and will burn in the air. But if you throw these particles like this, the so-called small fireball will come out. As long as students who have been to junior high school can understand this truth. So fellow villagers, we must teach our children a good lesson and let them learn culture well and not be deceived easily."

After Wang Baoyu finished speaking, he threw the bottle down, and immediately someone caught it, poured the white phosphorus inside out. Sure enough, a magical small fireball appeared in a short while.

"So it's that simple! It seems that you can't believe these tricks easily." The crowd began to talk, and some people said bluntly that Wuxiang seemed to be a liar, but stubborn people still don't believe it because, they knew that just in the morning, the "ant miracle" appeared again.

Wang Baoyu felt that the heat was not enough. At least he glanced at Li Xiuzhi, who was bowing his head in the crowd, and did not believe it. So Wang Baoyu continued, "I think someone saw the circle on Li Cuiping's door this morning, which was made of ants. Everyone must think that this was a hint from God. In fact, this matter was that I asked the steel egg to be painted with honey in order to let everyone wake up earlier."

There was another sensation in the crowd, and his eyes were all turned to the steel egg beside the car. The steel egg patted his chest and said, "This is what I made of, I dare to swear."

"Honey and sugar can attract ants. The principle is very simple. I won't perform for you here. If you are not afraid of blind materials after you go back, you can try it yourself. I'm very surprised, why does someone believe in Wuxiang's fooling around with such a simple truth?" Wang Baoyu said loudly.

"Then why does Master Wuxiang's photos shine at night?" someone asked.

Wang Baoyu took out a highlighter and held it up and said, "This is a highlighter, which contains luminous agent. Many luminous lamps and luminous meters have this principle. Photos painted with this highlighter will shine when turned off at night. If you don't believe it, you can also paint the photos of your wife."
Chapter completed!