"Come on, come on, do whatever you want. Vertex 23S. The fastest update."
"Hurry up and say it. Once you're convinced, you'll know it's very appetizing."
The little round face looked down, and he had a pen and paper ready. On the paper, he wrote down the Bagua directions, various numbers, and Chinese pinyin.
Lin Chou dares to vouch for his character. This method is extremely immature and unprofessional.
What the hell are you putting in Chinese Pinyin? Can you pronounce it? Uh-huh?
At this time, you should draw a "Dago input method" and let Bi Xian poke the keyboard. It is absolutely scientific and efficient, and it can also automatically recognize rare words!
Even Miss Jiang participated in it. A group of girls held their pens and chanted,
"Bixian Bixian, you were my previous life and I am your present life."
"Bixian Bixian, are you there, are you there, are you..."
The tall and thin man stared at his round face,
"What does it mean that you have a special echo effect in your mouth?"
I was very embarrassed after my little round face was discovered,
"Ahem, get used to it, don't worry about these details, let's continue."
Gods and gods were chattering and dancing, and after a period of confusion, the pen broke and the girls failed as expected.
The little round face frowned and muttered,
"That's not right, why doesn't it work? I saw that's what it says in those ancient books and movie materials."
After thinking about it, the tall and thin man reminded,
"Ruanlian, did you remember the wrong steps?"
The little round face vowed,
"No, I definitely remember it correctly. I have watched the 28th part of Bi Xian Fright School several times, 'Uncle Jiao in Hua Sisi's Heart, The Revenge of Orange'. I definitely remember it right."
!”
"well."
The unexpected failure made the girls very melancholy and complained constantly.
The little round face almost cried with anger, and she kept saying aggrievedly that she remembered it correctly, but everyone must have pronounced it wrong.
"How about we try again?"
"Okay, let's do it again!"
Just as a group of girls were regrouping, Mr. Shan snorted coldly.
"If you use this method, you will never see a ghost in your life. Stop dreaming!"
As the saying goes, a vigorous effort will eventually lead to exhaustion. The girls were ridiculed by Master Shan and immediately lost their belief in continuing.
The little round face suddenly exploded,
"You, you are talking nonsense! How could you do this, wuwuwu..."
she cried.
I cried very sadly, as if my dream was thrown to the ground by a big Slavic man with a "bia", and I danced the whole scene in "Swan Lake" wearing spiked shoes.
"..."
Lin Chou had a severe headache,
"Hey, Mr. Shan, you're crying!"
Master Shan grinned and said,
"Ahem, girl..."
"Uuuuuuuuah, you big bad guy! Ignore you!"
"This...that..."
"You win!"
Mr. Shan rolled his eyes, slapped his hands, and a loud "pop" sound frightened away all the grievances on the little round face.
"You, you still want to kill people and silence them...wuwuwu..."
Huang Dashan is sweating profusely. What the hell have you done to make me commit murder and silence you?
"Ahem, don't cry! Grandpa Dashan told you that whatever tricks you want to use to see ghosts are not right at all, do you know?"
The little round face sobbed and said,
"What, why is something wrong?"
Huang Dashan saw that it was effective and immediately said,
"Can what is shown in the movie be taken seriously? It is already out of date. Besides, haven't you seen the sentence written at the beginning of the movie, 'This story is purely fictional, and any similarities are purely coincidental'?"
"this..."
The little round face was suspicious for a moment, and Lihua said cutely with Yu,
"It seems so!"
Master Shan rolled up his sleeves,
"Grandpa Dashan has a very old method that is 100% successful. Do you little girls dare to try it?"
"Tch, what's there to be afraid of?"
"Come on, come on, touch my chest and make sure your heart doesn't speed up at all."
Master Shan swallowed his saliva, looked at the girl's turbulent ravine, and sighed that the nutrition of Mingguang's children is really good now.
"Ahem, just wait."
Mr. Shan got up and went outside to tinker for a while, then came in holding a small bottle.
Pour the dark and foul-smelling liquid in the bottle into a small disk, use a wire to make a tripod and fix the disk on top, and light a candle underneath.
The little round face covered her nose,
"This, what is this?"
Shan Ye showed his teeth and sneered, his face full of treachery,
"There are yin and yang in the earth's veins, and the feng shui of the yang earth is strong. Burying the bones in it can protect future generations and extend their well-being."
"It's just the opposite in the underworld. If you bury the corpse in it, the resentment will be difficult to calm down and the bones will not rot, causing harm to the world for thousands of years."
"This corpse oil is taken from the bodies of living corpses buried in the underworld. Tens of thousands of living corpses do not rot all year round. Only such a small bottle of corpse oil can be produced every three years."
"ah!"
The girls had already believed what Mr. Shan said and were shocked.
"Corpse, corpse oil??"
"Are you afraid? If you're afraid, just go home and don't play any other hellish games."
"Who, who is scared!"
"Just...that's right, whoever is afraid of someone was born from a puppy!"
Master Shan snorted, and strange blue smoke gradually emerged from the corpse oil. The smell became more pungent and it even hurt the eyes.
"It's too late to be afraid. You have already inhaled the fumes of the corpse oil. If you quit midway, you will be haunted by evil spirits and you will not be able to live in peace."
The girls looked at each other, leaning against each other, with a look of fear and helplessness in their eyes.
Huang Dashan went to the back kitchen and brought out a big old bowl and poured half a catty of Qingquanshan into it.
"Here, those who want to see ghosts, let them bleed! In the end, just drink the blood you mixed together."
There was a howl of ghosts and wolves, five minutes later.
The little round face was pale and shaky, looking like he was about to go into shock due to excessive blood loss.
The wound on her little finger was as long as 0.3 centimeters, and the flesh was horribly rolled. Half a drop of blood flowed out in just twenty-five seconds.
A group of girls shared the joys and sorrows, and like their little round faces, they all raised their orchid fingers above the big bowl, waiting for the blood to drip into the wine bowl. The high alcohol smell from Qingquan Mountain made their eyes blurry and almost shed tears.
The little round-faced man said in a hoarse voice,
"Okay, are you okay? I feel...I feel like I'm going to die..."
Master Shan looked at his watch and counted with his fingers.
"Morning! Just wait! Each of you put five or six pounds of blood, and then drink the blood. If nothing else happens, you will see ghosts!"
Lin Chou's hands were trembling and the pot almost flew out.
"oh."
The little round face reluctantly agreed.
After a long while, the girls said suspiciously,
"Wait, how much blood did you just say??"
Master Shan quietly stepped back, grinning almost to his ears
"Well, five or six kilograms is enough, no more, no more."
"..."
This may be the calm before the storm.
"Ahhh! You, you, you!"
"Sisters, go ahead and kill him..."
"beat him!!"
"Hahahaha... I was just joking... Hahahahahahahahahaha."