The Haunted House in the Deserted Village Chapter 10: Hunting Ghosts
In the past six months, everyone in the Wei family had been tortured by ghosts and had trouble sleeping and eating. In addition, the old lady in the Wei family was scared to death. Wei Zhihai couldn't bear it anymore and went to Linglong Temple in person to invite 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 was menstruating the night before the haunting because menstrual blood is filthy.
The little maid carries a magic talisman given by the Taoist priest, which is said to be able to dispel the resentment of some ghosts and monsters.
The old Taoist priest said that in this way, the ghost will be angry, but it will be unable to harm people. If you see the ghost roaring out that night, it will be done.
As a result, I didn't see the ghost roaring out, but I saw two big living people.
Having probably figured out what was going on, Fatty Wu secretly pinched Bai Wuji: "Hey, buddy, you and Chu Ling have been together for so long, have you ever heard that the aunt adds a magic talisman to deal with ghosts?"
"I just work part-time, so I can ask my boss about this myself."
Seeing the two people talking below, the old man raised his crutch and dropped it heavily to the ground: "Shut up! You are still whispering below. Although my Wei family is disturbed by ghosts, I am not even a thief who can steal things.
A place for bullying! Someone, break each of these two thieves' legs and drive them out of the house!"
After the old man finished speaking, five or six servants carrying sticks came to Bai Wuji and Fatty Wu and were about to drag them out.
Bai Wuji was not afraid, his eyes were always scanning everyone in the hall.
Fatty Wu was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He was unfamiliar with this place, so he had to break his legs before he could think of a way to go back. So he quickly shouted: "Hey, hey, hey! Old man! Please calm down, old man."
, what do you think you are doing, we are really not stealing, we... we are just catching ghosts, we have heard about what happened in your house for a long time, really!"
"You are talking nonsense and your tongue is cut off!"
Fatty Wu’s head was sweating, and he thought that feudal society was really a trap!
"Hey! Old man, don't believe me. I'm serious. Look, didn't the Taoist priest say he would lure the ghost out tonight? But the ghost didn't come out, so he may not be easy to use.
Hey, but I’m different, I’m really an expert! At worst, if you let me try, if you don’t break my legs again, you’re not bad at all!”
Fatty said this, the old man may have been really frightened 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 about that? I, my little apprentice, have traveled around the world for many years and have experience in this area." As he said that, Fatty Wu put his hand on Bai Wuji's shoulder and secretly wiped his sweat.
The old man of the Wei family had a look of disdain in his eyes: "You two are dressed in strange clothes, and you don't look like a good person. I just give you a try. If it doesn't work, I will cut your tongue and gouge out your eyes tomorrow!"
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"It's okay, no problem!"
His life was saved for the time being, but Fatty Wu suffered from an occupational disease. He began to bargain with Mr. Wei, discussing how much remuneration would be given after the completion of the project. The old man was also a bit cheap, and he probably felt that it was unreliable to ask for money, and the more expensive he was, the more powerful he would be.
He subconsciously changed his attitude toward Fatty Wu, and promised that if he succeeds, he will receive a huge reward.
After that, Fatty Wu began to prepare his old method, asking the old man to get himself some banana leaves no matter how far away. If there were no banana leaves, willow sticks would work, but they must be willow sticks from the river, not from the mountains.
A short while later, the servants of the Wei Mansion brought Fatty Wu a pile of willow sticks. As expected, there were no banana leaves in this place.
When it was getting dark in the afternoon, Fatty Wu and Bai Wuji came to the haunted cabin again.
Fatty Wu began to apply paste, chicken blood and willow sticks to the wall. While he was applying it, he told Bai Wuji enthusiastically: "Nephew, let me tell you, although I am not good at magic, I am not necessarily good at catching ghosts."
You have to rely on magic. Look, don't you have no spiritual power at all? You are just stupid and bold, right..."
"...This willow stick is similar to a banana leaf. Although the effect is not as good as the banana leaf, it can be substituted. However, the willow tree on the mountain cannot be used. It is an evil thing. It can attract ghosts, but it cannot drive them away."
"Hey, you can learn my skills from my uncle tonight. Don't be afraid. Come on, come on. Don't look at the painting. Go and wrap a few sticks with willow branches!"
Fatty Wu kept talking, but Bai Wuji kept looking at the paintings on the wall.
This street, this building, these people...and this beautiful woman.
"I have to ask the old man." Bai Wuji stood up.
"Hey, why are you going? Don't make trouble. You have to finish your work with me first. There are too many things to do. We almost both died tonight. Let me tell you, you can't be vague about catching ghosts. You are a little kid.
You young man, hurry up and study hard." Fatty Wu pulled Bai Wuji back.
"Oh no... OK, OK, I'll pester you!" Bai Wuji had no choice but to start wrapping willow sticks.
At night, Bai Wuji and Fatty Wu sat on a wicker chair each in the middle of the yard. They stared at the hut with the door closed. Fatty Wu said: "Hey, have you seen it? If there is something wrong with that hut, it will happen soon."
You can hear ghosts crying and wolves howling, and when the time comes, it will be easy for us, we will die within seven days."
"Not necessarily, fellow Taoist." An old voice came from behind Bai Wuji and Fatty Wei.
Bai Wuji turned around and saw an old Taoist priest with a black beard. He was skinny and wearing a yellow robe. When Bai Wuji's eyes met, his eyes were full of disdain.
Walking to Fatty Wu, the black-bearded Taoist priest smiled and said, "This fellow Taoist must be the friend who competes with me for business, right?"
"Who are you?" Fatty Wu looked at the old Taoist priest with an arrogant look.
"I'm Linglong Guan Linglong Sanren."
"Oh, I haven't heard of it. Then you can go back tonight. Basically, you have nothing to do. Don't enter the house. I told you that I destroyed my formation and risked my life with you." Fatty Wu
Speak without politeness.
Linglong Sanren didn't look angry, he just chuckled and sneered: "I'd better stay here for a while. After all, a thief is a thief. Catching ghosts is something that not everyone can do. I thought I'd apply some chicken blood to entangle him."
Can you catch ghosts with just a few willow sticks? Haha, what a joke!"
After saying that, he sat on the third wicker chair prepared by the servant.
Bai Wuji didn't bother to talk to these two people, they were just the same. He wanted to know what the hell was going to happen now.
Late at night, the cool wind blew from all directions and got into the sleeves of Bai Wuji, Fatty Wu and Linglong Sanren.
Feeling the sinister wind, the fat man chuckled, pointed at the hut, and said, "Master nephew, just wait and see."
Bai Wuji looked at it but said nothing.
Linglong Sanren also laughed, stood up, and said lightly: "The evil obstacle is here."
"Hey, old Taoist, don't move. Don't enter the house at this time!" Fatty Wu pulled a handful of Linglong Sanren.
"Haha, since fellow Taoist feels that the poor Taoist is in the way, I would like to invite you first." As he said this, 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, come back first!"
The sinister wind is 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 there so hastily, he would probably be attacked.
In the end, Bai Wuji said it was too late. Fatty Wu just stopped and turned around to look at Bai Wuji. Thick black mist gathered on his back!
"Nephew, come on, don't be afraid, follow me, uncle... eh? Why is your back so cold?" Fatty Wu touched the back of his head and turned his head back slightly.
From the corner of his eye, he immediately saw the mist that darkened his back, and in the mist, there was a woman wearing blood-red clothes, with her head lowered, and her hair was very long and messy, covering her face!
"Oh, what a fool!" Fatty Wu was startled, rolled over quickly, and hit him with a stick, but when he swung the stick, the woman disappeared.
"Holy shit, shit, where did it go? Where did it go?" Fatty Wu waved the wicker stick in his hand in a panic, thinking that this ghost came out too suddenly. It just blew a little bit of wind. How can I say it jumped?
Just pop out when you come out?
"Nephew, did you see where that ghost went? Was it scared away by my sticks?" After asking, Fatty Wu turned around.
But Bai Wuji slowly stretched out his hand, pointed at Fatty Wu and said, "I'm lying on your back..."