At the beginning of the three days, the neighbors and villagers rushed to Cao's house to mourn, and the villagers all arrived, but Zhang Erdou was missing. Pen, Fun, and Pavilion www.biquge.info these two have had a long-standing feud, so it's not surprising that they don't come.

The Mr. Zhangtan invited by the Cao family is Zheng Yishui, the "eight-character beard". This guy claims to be a descendant of Maoshan, deducing numerology, seeking good fortune and avoiding evil, and even surveying mountains and caves, and surpassing the soul of the dead.

As for whether he has real skills, no one knows the roots, and no one has ever seen him subjugate demons and catch ghosts. However, this "eight-character beard" gives people a set of fortune telling, and it is famous in the township.

It stands to reason that when a relative deceases and needs to invite Mr. Zhangtan, which family is not a noodle egg and cigarette red envelope, please go home respectfully? But the Cao family didn't know whether they were stingy or playing official power, so they found the "eight-character beard" empty-handed, and he was embarrassed not to come.

It was noon, and the "eight-character beard" couldn't hold back, and complained to Liu Dagang: "I said Liu Communication, this Cao family invited me to work for a long time, why didn't I even say a word?" I'm a craftsman, so I'm going to eat......"

The Cao family was picking, but they didn't expect that even these expenses that could not be saved would be wasted, Liu Dagang hurriedly said from the middle and the mud: "Sir, don't worry, they may be busy and forget." ”

This conversation just happened to make Cao Maozi's wife inadvertently listen to it word for word, she coughed dryly twice and said: "Mr. Zheng, red envelopes are indispensable." But to be honest with you, my old Cao is a state cadre, and when he dies, he will naturally be cremated according to the regulations. Inviting you here today is just going through the motions, so please don't worry about the more money and less money. ”

The "eight-character beard" is not angry: it is natural to work and get money, why has it become a matter of weight? Yes, just go through the motions, if you fool me, I won't fool you? Let's see who's unlucky in the end!

"In that case, I don't want to be paid. Secretary Cao is an official, and there is no merit and hard work! Zheng Yishui squeezed out a smile and said.

These words were in the arms of Lao Cao's wife, and her originally cold face immediately smiled all over her face, and she thanked the "Bazi Hu" for her kindness, and said half a basket of good words.

Although it is a formality, you can't smash your own signboard. "Bazihu" pondered for a while, holding a bowl of lamp oil fragrant rice in his left hand, and walking to Lao Cao's corpse lying flat on the ground with a soul ruler in his right hand.

After dancing out of thin air, he bent down and sprinkled the lamp oil fragrant rice in the bowl evenly around the corpse.

Although there were no poultry to peck at, there were fewer and fewer fragrant rice on the ground, leaving only stains of oil. The onlookers didn't know what was going on, and they were so frightened that they stepped aside.

The lamp oil is taken from the oil lamps of Buddhist temples and ancient temples that have not been extinguished for many years; Fragrant rice is aged glutinous rice and is milled with a stone mill. After these two things are concocted by Mr. Zhangtan's incense ash and runic water, ghosts can enter reincarnation as soon as they eat them.

It's just that the fragrant rice on the ground is also a little less, and the "eight-character beard" said secretly: "It must be the lonely ghosts and wild ghosts nearby who grabbed the rice and ate it." Since it's just going through the motions, I don't need to pay attention to them. ”

But the fragrant rice on the ground was clean and there was not a single grain left, and the rice bowl placed between the two big feet of the corpse was overturned and buckled upside down on the ground!

"Bazihu" was taken aback: ghosts are ethereal and invisible, and it is impossible to move the real thing under the nose of a gentleman in the middle of the day. Unless, it is the soul of a living person who is still alive.

Once a living person has a soul, there is only one consequence: he will die soon, and he will definitely die, and there is no way to crack it. Only by driving away the soul of the living person who desperately grabbed rice to eat, can that person live for three or two more years.

Fortunately, although "Bazihu" loves money like life, he is also a person with professional ethics. He wiped the remaining lamp oil in the palm of his left hand on his eyelids, and immediately saw the real situation in front of him: Lao Cao stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the oil stains on the ground, and his bloodless face was covered with oil stains and dust, which made him sick to his stomach.

Lao Cao's ghost surrounded a circle to see the lively wild ghosts, some in robes and horse coats, some wearing heavy armor, all ages. The older ones don't have a chin knock, and the older ones even have their necks retracted into the collarbone groove.

Seeing Lao Cao licking the oil stains on the ground like crazy, they were talking "chirping", and even Zheng Yishui didn't know what he was talking about.

Only a ball of purple qi kept pulling down the fragrant rice bowl that was buckled on the ground.

It stands to reason that if you apply lamp oil to your eyelids, you can see all the ghosts and evil spirits, but Zheng Yishui only saw a cloud of purple gas, and he couldn't see what it looked like at all, and he concluded in his heart that it was the ghost of a living person.

As the saying goes, saving a person's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and Mr. Yin and Yang needless to say, he cares more about these things than ordinary people. Zheng Yishui picked up the soul suppression ruler and slapped the ground vigorously, trying to drive away the purple-robed ghost, but it was not moved at all, and still persistently turned over the bowl.

Zheng Yishui became impatient, and used all the strength to eat, and there was a crisp sound of "pop", and the soul ruler was broken into two from it! This crisp sound frightened all the wild ghosts to disperse without a trace, and the purple-robed ghost also dropped the fragrant rice bowl that had been opened, turned into a whirlwind and fled. Lao Cao swallowed his long tongue into his stomach, and reluctantly got up from the ground and lay back in the corpse.

The beads of sweat on Zheng Yishui's forehead rolled down his cheeks, and his right hand was still trembling slightly.

The inexplicable movement just now frightened the relatives, friends, and neighbors sitting around the Cao family's compound, all of whom were full of horror and surprise, but they didn't dare to come closer.

When the meal started at noon, all the relatives and friends who came to mourn had just sat down, and there was a sudden "bang" in the corner of the courtyard, and the cook who was carrying a big spoon of stir-fry vegetables screamed and knelt on the ground. There was a glass ballast the size of half a palm on his calf, and blood was all over the ground.

I don't know if it was too high or too close to the stir-fry oven, the beer piled up in the corner of the yard blew up without warning, and everyone got up and ran away without eating.

It's so worrying and dangerous to give condolences to the dead, and there is really no one.

Not only is everyone unhappy, but Mr. Zheng Yishui is even more worried: The first seven new ghosts should be very tame in their own homes, but now this Cao Maozi is so violent, and after the first seven, will it be okay?

Thinking to himself, his eyes naturally glanced at the corpse lying flat on the ground.

This subconscious glance made Zheng Yishui jump up from the banquet, and stepped in front of the corpse in three steps and two steps.

The corpse was the same as before, except that there were some dark purple blood stains on the white sheets on the two palms......