The second uncle didn't really scold Zhu Dachang just now. When he saw the bamboo chair swinging in the air, he knew that there was really a ghost in the house.
But in order not to alarm the ghosts, he said this deliberately.
The second uncle returned to his room, quickly lit three incense sticks in the incense burner, silently recited the Taoist incantation, and opened his Dharma eyes to himself.
Although the second uncle is old, his cultivation is real. He is going to catch ghosts now!
Outside.
Zhu Dachang was dancing with his hands, almost crying in depression, and said:
"You're happy now, and now everyone thinks I'm crazy!"
Ma Linxiang laughed loudly and said:
"Zhu Dachang, I don't want to be like this. I have no choice. Who else can I turn to besides you?"
"..."
Back room.
After the second uncle opened his eyes, he took out some willow canes from a bamboo basket, shook them in his hands, and wove them into a rope whip.
Xu Ce, who was far away in the restaurant, was convinced when he saw this scene. This second uncle was also a talented person. He was so old, and he always thought that he might be persecuted. There were actually willow sticks ready to fight ghosts in the room at any time.
Nonsense, this bastard Ma Linxiang is quite mean.
"I really can't understand that it wouldn't be better for a bad guy like Ma Linxiang to die."
Ye Qian whispered softly.
Xu Ce was also helpless. In fact, he didn't want to be like this, but the system told him that there was nothing he could do.
"Haha, don't worry about these details, just take a good look.
Xiao Qian, let’s make a bet, do you think Zhu Dachang will help Ma Linxiang in the end?”
"I guess not. What kind of friend is this?"
"I guess so, Xiaoqian, what will you do if you lose?"
Xu Ce said calmly.
"I lost, I don't know, just tell me."
Ye Qian thought for a while and found that she didn't seem to have any good bets.
Xu Ce smiled and said:
"If I lose, I will play games with you tonight. If you lose, how about you play games with me tonight?"
"Bad guy!"
Ye Qian cursed and her pretty face suddenly turned red.
In the hall of the paper shop.
The second uncle was ready and suddenly opened the door. When he looked up, he saw Ma Linxiang's dangling foot.
He quickly tied a loop out of the willow cane, put it directly on Ma Linxiang's foot, and then pulled hard.
While Ma Linxiang was feeling proud, he suddenly felt a huge force and was dragged underground with shock.
Before Ma Linxiang could come to his senses as to what was going on, his body was dragged flying up.
Then it hit the ground hard.
Ma Linxiang was frightened. He only had one thought in his mind at this time, and that was to get out of the way. It hurt so much, it hurt like hell!
Where did this bastard come from? He's a bit powerful, but he can't beat him. Flash Ghost is right!
Unfortunately, Ma Linxiang's imagination was beautiful, but the reality was cruel. No matter how hard he struggled, the willow and vines that entangled him tightly clung to his body.
The second uncle picked up the other end of the cane and started whipping it wildly.
Immediately, the vine with the evil miasma-removing property hit Ma Linxiang's rope, and sparks burst out continuously.
"It hurts, it hurts, stop, stop twitching!"
Ma Linxiang roared.
But, how could the second uncle listen to him? As a descendant of Maoshan, he dared to have a ghost come to his territory to seek death. He deserved to be beaten to death!
"Humph, you think my home is nothing, and my second uncle is easy to bully!"
The second uncle yelled angrily, the rattan in his hand was twitching wildly, and there was no trace of his age at all.
Ma Linxiang, who had been stretched and beaten before, was now beaten again, and his breath suddenly became very unstable.
Seeing that it was almost done, Zhu Dachang grabbed his second uncle and said:
"Second uncle, don't hit him. He is Ma Linxiang. If you hit him again, he will lose his soul."
The second uncle gasped, Ma Linxiang? What Ma Linxiang?
Then, the second uncle's figure was stunned, and the frantic twitching of his hands stopped.
Ma Linxiang sighed in his heart, Zhu Dachang is indeed a brother enough. It's good to have such a brother.
Unexpectedly, Ma Linxiang wanted to cry next, but he saw Zhu Dachang taking the rattan braid from his second uncle's hand and pulling it up!
"Hmph, you're still in a state of shock for the time being. Don't worry, you can't die as long as your second uncle is here. You bastard, you bastard, are you having fun teasing me? Let's see if I don't beat you to death!"
Zhu Dachang was convulsing wildly. He had been treated as a lunatic all night. He had been simmering with anger for a long time, but he couldn't find a place to vent it.
I wanted to beat up this bastard Ma Linxiang, but he was too slippery. Instead of beating him, he made himself extremely embarrassed.
It is tolerable, but what is unbearable?
Anyway, every time the rattan hit Ma Linxiang's soul, Zhu Dachang felt extremely comfortable all over.
"Zhu Dachang, stop now, I want to break up with you!"
Ma Linxiang's whole body hurt. It hurt so much.
"Oh, I was wrong. I know I was wrong, so stop fighting!"
Zhu Dachang roared loudly and whipped a few more times before he stopped.
"Humph, now that you know you were wrong, why don't you continue to tease me?"
Zhu Dachang hummed.
Ma Linxiang shook his clothes angrily, pointed at Zhu Dachang and said angrily:
"It's not that I knew my mistake, I just admitted it. I admitted you were wrong, Zhu Dachang! I thought you were my brother and could avenge me, but who knew you had no morality at all."
Zhu Dachang said disdainfully:
"Haha, for a person like you, even if Bao Gong is alive, he will not pay attention to you!"
At this time, the second uncle pulled Zhu's large intestine and asked:
"Ma Linxiang, tell me, what grievances do you have?"
Ma Linxiang felt happy, but his face still remained bitter, and he said with a cry:
"Second uncle, you might not even believe it if I tell you. Forget it, I'm leaving."
Ma Linxiang made a gesture of leaving.
"Wait!"
The second uncle was really interested, for no other reason than that when he buried Ma Linxiang in the morning, the tile did not break, which always made him doubtful.
Ma Linxiang paused and turned around.
The second uncle continued:
"I believe you died a violent death! When you were buried, I couldn't break the tiles and I felt so fast. What on earth was going on?
Tell me and listen!"
Ma Linxiang glared at Zhu Dachang angrily, and then told his second uncle what happened with a bitter look on his face.
Hearing this story, the second uncle's eyes widened just like Zhu Dachang did at that time. This guy is so good at joking! How could he be like this!
Now the second uncle finally understood why Zhu Dachang was so angry. What this kid Ma Linxiang did was really not done by humans, he was such a bastard.
Ma Linxiang seemed to see his second uncle's dissatisfaction and said quickly:
"Second uncle, I already know I was wrong, please help me."