Yangcheng Airport.

A plane taking off from Phuket has landed. After a while, a group of passengers bulked out of the station.

Over the past six or seven years, Phuket has managed to overtake Japan and South Korea as the most popular tourist destination for the Xia Dynasty. These people are very representative, men, women and children, with their families, carrying large bags of souvenirs, wearing all kinds of Buddhist medals, talking with interest about what they have seen and heard - tourists returning from tourism.

One of them is very special.

The man was short, swarthy, and had large, protruding eyes. From the left side of the forehead to the left eye, the whole body is covered with an oval red birthmark. The upper bodice was a jacket with a collar, and the lower bodice was a square skirt with a large gold belt tied around the waist.

Barefoot, stepping on a pair of wooden shoes.

Looking at his appearance alone, he looks like a poor brother in a remote mountainous area, but his momentum makes people dare not approach him. In particular, the birthmark, like some devil's symbol, dyed his left eye red.

"Hey, what a traditional dress!"

He had just left the airport and was parked on the side of the road when he heard a soft snort from someone nearby and turned his head to look. However, a young man was curious and was taking pictures with his phone.

When he looked over, his brother greeted him in English: "Hi friend, are you from Phuket, do you mind taking a picture?"

“......“

However, the man's eyes were glaring, and he seemed very angry and angry about this behavior. He stretched out a finger and pointed it at the other mantra, reciting the incantation in his mouth, and then listened:

"Ah, what's the matter? It's itchy!"

"Ahh

The man's body jerked into a strange position, his hands scratching at his face, neck, chest, and back.

It's itchy and he wears very little in the heat. The more he grabbed, the harder he clawed. His eyes looked at the red marks on his scratched skin, and his blood was oozing slightly.

Everyone else was shocked, thinking they were seriously ill.

"Oh, Mr. Yagi, the road is too congested. We were late. I'm sorry!"

At this moment, several people quickly came over, one of them should hold the other person's hand, and first said a phone call to Xia Guoyu, translating and relaying.

"Hmph, is this your hospitality?" the essential temper seemed to be very big, and snorted coldly.

"I'm really sorry, there are so many cars in Yangcheng, I can't help it. ”

The man did not sincerely apologize. He turned his head and saw his brother. Then he asked, "What's wrong with this person?"

"He was rude to me, just a little punishment. “

"Hehe, he's too careless, please don't care. ”

“......“

Bai Su looked at him, after all, it was not his own territory, and he didn't want to make too much trouble, so he waved his hand and understood the spell.

"Hehe, sure enough, there are many adults, please come here!"

After saying that, they all slowly left the airport in a limousine.

And the brothers returned to normal, as if they had picked up a life, only to feel a hot pain all over their bodies, and their arms were full of blood. Choi Zhan Bo is a public writer with hundreds of thousands of followers and is very famous.

He photographed Yaga, which was originally a professional habit, but he suffered a lot. He is also a ruthless person, so naturally he couldn't swallow this breath, so he hurriedly got into his car and chased after the commercial car.

......

In ancient times, Phuket people had only a first name, not a surname.

It was not until 1912 that the sixth emperor promulgated the surname law, announcing 6,432 surnames to the public. According to their customs, the first name comes first and the last name comes last, so Yaga's full name is called: Yaga Shinawatra.

The surname was an aristocratic family in the country and had a great influence in the business and political spheres. However, it originally came from Yangcheng, and the original surname was Qiu, who emigrated in the late Qing Dynasty.

Yaga belongs to a branch of the family and is also a master of the art of head lowering.

This time, he was invited by an organization to come to Xia Guo to help eliminate the ghosts. He planned to go directly to the capital. As a result, he suddenly proposed to visit Zuxiang. Only then did he go to Yangcheng.

"Where's the ghost you want to catch?"

"No hurry, no hurry. You've been traveling. We prepared some special food. We'll talk about it when we're done. ”

In the hotel's restaurant, the person in charge, the interpreter, two assistants and five Yaga people were ready to take their seats. As is customary for us, guests usually take the lead and the host accompanies them.

Just as the person in charge wanted to sit down, Hachiya said, "You, go over there!"

"Huh?" he didn't react.

"You, don't sit here!"

Arya gave a stern order and said to the interpreter on the other side, "Don't sit here either. ”

“......“

The person in charge has not changed at all. He smiled and said, "Oh, I see. Please give up the left and right positions!"

After a period of tossing and turning, all of them were able to sit quietly: Yaga was in the middle, with an empty chair on each side, and then a chair to accompany it, which seemed strange.

"I didn't know your tastes, so I ordered a little each. Feel free to do so!"

Soon, food was served and the table was full. Yaga glanced into his eyes and didn't seem interested. Instead, he muttered something, poured a cup of tea, and reached out to the left.

“......“

Five eyes just stared, watching the tea pour into the air and then disappear without any wet marks on the ground.

Then he grabbed a piece of meat and threw it to the right. In the same way, it disappeared for no reason.

Hiss!

The person in charge trembled in his heart and asked, "Mr. Bajia, this is what you raised, raised ......"

"Yes!"

"Oh, it's serious. It is said that an ordinary ghost animal trainer can only voluntarily have one child. Mr. Wang is very competent. Oops, I admire him!"

"Hehe, it's just a trifle, it's not worth mentioning. ”

The flattery is pertinent, and Bai Su can't help but show blood.

His spirit is naturally strong and tenacious, and his temperament is cruel and ferocious, which is the material for raising ghosts. No matter what kind of strong kid he was, he always followed in his footsteps and made a name for himself in his country.

Talking about a few people eating and talking, they basically didn't speak much, and fed two children at most.

After eating, the person in charge's mobile phone suddenly rang, turned on and said a few words. Then he hung up and said, "I'm sorry, another guest is here." Lost for a while. ”

"What guest?"

"Oh, it's the Xuankong Zi Taoist priest on Hong Kong Island. He is said to be a descendant of Maoshan. "The person in charge casually revealed the information.

"Descendants of Maoshan?"

Yanagi frowned, his face gloomy. "Why bother, please come and sit down. ”

"That's great! At the same time, it's an honor to meet two masters. I'll be right back. ”

The person in charge fainted, and soon a Taoist priest in a blue cloth robe was attracted. About forty years old, with a mustache, a yellow complexion, smart and sinister, it is none other than Xuankongzi.