"Lao Mao, you go on. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Jiang May frowned slightly and said unhappily.

"He's bumping into a ghost!" Lao Mao's voice was choked, and his face became more and more pale.

Jiang May was even more unhappy: "It's the ghost! Do you still believe in this set of iron-blooded men? Those little tricks on the rivers and lakes, haven't you seen them or what? ”

Lao Mao used to be a dart master, and he had seen many tricks on the rivers and lakes that fooled people, but last night he really saw that grimace. The ancestors said: What you see with your own eyes, seeing is believing. If you can't believe what you see with your own eyes, what can you believe?

"Uncle Jiang, the little one really saw it." Lao Mao was a little excited, "It's really true, it's not dazzling, and the little ones have never seen such tricks." ”

Jiang May still knows a little about him, and knows that this person is very bold, otherwise he wouldn't dare to be a dart master. But he is really the only one who sees the haunting, who can tell if it is true or not? Anyway, he didn't believe it very much, and he didn't say anything, which was also what the ancestor said.

Unable to ask anything, he interrogated the others. In unison, several people who kept vigil said that there were ghosts, pointed to the door of the warehouse for everyone to see, and told the events of last night vividly.

"Let's go and see." Jiang May took people to the warehouse.

The man who was inspecting the residue on the door was from a wild road, and after looking at it for a long time, he didn't see that he was ugly. Seeing that Jiang May was coming, he pretended to be mysterious, and stroked his beard with his face up.

"How's it going? What did you find? Jiang May asked.

He got out of the way and pointed to the door for him to see: "Old man, what shape is on this door?"

"Do you still need to see this?" Jiang May said angrily, "Isn't it just human nature." ”

I can't see this, and you still need to check?

He shook his head and said, "The small one makes you see the things on it, this thick layer, it has been trampled on by something, and it is very messy, and you can't see what it is on the door."

I just can't find out.

Jiang May was depressed and stepped forward to see it in person.

On the door was a humanoid figure about half a battle high, with countless black three-finger paw prints printed on the blood-red figure, red mixed with black, forming a strange pattern, and the blood-smelling person was disgusting, grotesque and weird.

Jiang May took a step back, twisted his eyebrows and looked carefully, how did he think that someone was making trouble. He didn't believe it was a ghost.

"Can you see clearly?" He said to him.

He took the paper handed over by the little apprentice, glanced at it and showed it to Jiang May.

The paper clearly drew the red and black figures on the door.

But the painting is average, and it looks a little rough.

Jiang May nodded reluctantly: "Get rid of the things on the door for me, bad luck."

Those who had been waiting for a long time took rags and buckets, and opened their arms and began to dry.

"Sir."

Before Jiang May left, he was stopped.

"What's going on?" He turned to look back.

The man who spoke had a bitter face: "Master, that thing on the door can't be wiped off."

The person who competed with the rag lay on the door and made a lot of effort, the water in the rag fell straight down the door, and he didn't flush out the things on the door, and the image of the black father-in-law was still like that, and he was not pulled out at all, but the people who checked the door were all bitter faces, covering their noses, and one was lying on the side and retching.

It's so fishy, it's too smelly, and all kinds of strange smells are mixed together, and the smell hurts people's brains.

Jiang May's heart was also churning.

He said angrily: "If you can't wipe it off, wipe it for me, and if you don't want to get it off for me, don't even think about eating good fruit one by one."

He threw his sleeves and left, leaving a group of people to work with their noses covered.

"Master, what should I do with this business today? It's all this time, and the person who made an appointment yesterday is going to come and see the goods. The steward asked.

Jiang May sat in the hall and drank water from the teacup, suppressed the uncomfortable taste here, and then spoke: "What else? Can't you stop trading because of this? ”

The steward hurriedly flattered: "You're right."

Jiang May thought for a while and ordered: "I won't let them go into the warehouse to see the goods today, and just transport the things outside." And ah, let them all shut their mouths, and don't let me hear haunted, haunted again. ”

"You also hurry up to find out, what's going on, dare to spread wild on my Jiang May is territory, it's so big."

Hurry up, this matter was not hidden, and it was spread.

On the same day, some people ran to see the excitement, and saw that the iron gate was pasted with a piece of paper, and it was tightly pasted.

But there is still an endless stream of people who come to buy peppercorns and rice, and they are not affected by the rumors that they don't know whether they are true or false.

That night, all the people who had bought peppercorns or rice, there were quite a few, and they all heard a continuous knock on the door at night. On the door of his house, he found a half-zhang tall, black and white, smelly human figure.

Gradually, rumors spread, saying that as long as you sell the Jiang family's things, you will be haunted by ghosts, and there is a very loud name: the Jiang family's knocking ghost.

Because the ghost was brought out of the Jiang family, he only likes to knock on the door and doesn't like to scare people.

But it was not that he was not frightened, there was a family in the east of the city, and he ran out to open the door at night, and a grimace pounced on him, and he fainted on the spot with fright, and he fell asleep for several days and nights before waking up.

What's more, people who have eaten peppercorns or rice have nightmares.

For a time, the ups and downs of Jinling City, the dark clouds covered the top, and the sky was overwhelmed with all kinds of rumors about knocking ghosts.

Ginger in the center of the whirlpool, the store was smashed a lot, pepper rice, all kinds, all kinds. As long as there are things related to the Jiang family, none of them can be sold.

In half a month, almost all of the Jiang family's shops were closed.

And the knocking ghost incident of the Jiang family disappeared with the closure of the Jiang family's shops.

At the same time, a kind of rune paper called the ghost suppression charm was selling quite hot.

Almost every household, each person has one, and the streets and alleys are full of inch-long rune paper stickers.

The man who sold the talisman paper was a leper Taoist priest, and on this day he came out of the big family's house, took eight steps, rode on a donkey and walked around the streets and alleys, and walked most of the city, he was a little anxious, because he couldn't get rid of the people who were following him.

Since he started selling rune paper, he has been followed every day, and sometimes he can't get rid of it, so he has to go home, but he went back to the broken hall, how to get the talisman to be sold tomorrow.

This group of bastards, they can't find the initiator, so they follow him to do their fart.

But they can't find it even if they're tired. Who would have thought that someone could do such a strange thing.

But if he doesn't do his, in the past month, the silver has been flying into his hand like a hula hula with wings, and he woke up laughing in his dreams, regardless of whether his government is investigating to death.

They can't find it anyway.