As soon as Wang Qian walked away, the proprietress of the teahouse diagonally opposite his house walked up to Wang Jie and shouted, "Wang Jie, what are you doing? ”

Extinguishing the cigarette butt in his hand, Wang Jie hurriedly walked over: "Come on, come on." ”

As for going to the countryside to do things, I'm sorry, he didn't say it, Wang Gan himself heard it wrong

Wang Jie has a hobby, he likes to play mahjong, he doesn't play big, and after a lap, he wins or loses twenty or thirty yuan.

And the luck is very good, win more and lose less.

It is also a good job to subsidize the family.

Soon, Wang Qian came to the door of Aunt Zhang's house.

Aunt Zhang lives in Xinmin Street, and after Li Qiang's death more than ten years ago, those gangsters compensated Aunt Zhang more than 200,000 yuan.

More than 200,000 yuan more than 10 years ago, which is equivalent to more than 1 million yuan now, is a huge amount of money.

Aunt Zhang is from the city, has seen the world, and is also smart and diligent.

With more than 200,000 yuan, he opened a shop selling clothes in the town, and his business has been good and he has made a lot of money.

Now there are two stores and one house, one for men's clothing and the other for women's clothing.

Zhang Wangqian also wanted to match Aunt Zhang and his father, but his father pretended not to know, so Wang Qian gave up this idea.

At this time, Aunt Zhang was guarding the store, holding a tablet, watching the TV series "The Temptation of Returning to the Village", which was popular a few years ago.

Seeing Wang Qian coming, Aunt Zhang put down the tablet and walked out quickly: "Xiao Qian is here." ”

"Aunt Zhang is still so beautiful, she doesn't look old at all, she looks like she is twenty-seven or eighteen years old. Wang Qian said with a smile.

"Your kid's mouth is still so sweet, Aunt Zhang is about to be thirty-five years old, like twenty-seven or eight!"

Aunt Zhang is a little happy, that woman doesn't like others to praise her for being young?

Wang Qian is telling the truth, Zhang Xue had a good foundation when she was young, she has made a lot of money over the years, and her skin care has not fallen, so her skin is good, and she looks really young.

"Aunt Zhang, I heard my father say, there is something unclean in your house?" asked Wang Gan.

Hearing this, Aunt Zhang's face became sad: "Yes, I don't know what's going on these days? Wan'er always said that she saw a black villain at night. ”

"I also felt that something was wrong, I always felt that my home was gloomy at night, and I always had insomnia. ”

Wang Qian looked at Aunt Zhang, her eyes were a little tired, her face was not good, and the dark circles under her eyes were a little thick, she really hadn't rested well in the past few days.

Wang Qian nodded, and wondered a little in his heart, is there really a ghost in Aunt Zhang's house?

"Then Aunt Zhang, take me up to have a look first!"

"Good. ”

Immediately afterwards, Aunt Zhang took Wang Qian to the second floor.

The entrance is a small hallway for shoes, the living room on the right, and the kitchen and dining room on the left.

Across the hallway are three bedrooms and a toilet.

There was a marble table in the dining room, a sofa in the living room that didn't look cheap, and a large TV of sixty or seventy inches with a large glass lamp hanging from it.

This is not the first time Wang Gan has come to Aunt Zhang's house, but every time he comes to Wang Gan, he can't help but envy him, is this the life of a rich man?

Wang Qian bent down to change his shoes and asked, "Isn't Wan'er at home?"

"Wan'er went to the district to tutor in math, and came back later. Aunt Zhang said.

"Oh. ”

Wang Qian nodded slightly, stood in the living room and glanced around, frowning: "Aunt Zhang, your yin qi is a bit heavy! ”

Aunt Zhang coughed twice and scolded with a smile: "You took off your sunglasses and looked at them."

Wang Qian was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly took down the sunglasses he had just bought at the two-dollar store and put them in his bag.

"Then I'll go and change my clothes first. Wang Qian walked straight to the toilet.

Changing into Taoist clothes, Wang Qian began to instruct Aunt Zhang to do what she needed.

A yellow cloth is spread on the table as a sign of respect for the gods.

Two plates of food, fruit snacks are fine, it is a tribute to the gods, after all, please exorcise demons, it is impossible to let the gods work in vain!

A pair of red candles illuminate the way down to earth for the gods.

and a small incense burner, on which three sticks of incense need to be inserted.

The three sticks of incense can be the same length, or two long and one short, but do not make two short and one long.

As the saying goes, people are afraid of three long and two short, and incense is afraid of two short and one long.

If the three incense sticks are two short and one long, the gods will not accept your request, and there will be bad omens, which is a big taboo.

But the three incense sticks are the same length, which means that there is nothing to do, and the two long and one short are auspicious signs.

Finally, there is a bowl of rooster blood, in ancient times, the rooster was the embodiment of the Vermilion Bird, and it was the most common thing to the sun.

Rooster blood is simply a must-have product for driving away ghosts and evil spirits, and subduing demons.

His family has always needed these things in order to do things, and they have not changed for hundreds of years.

If you have conditions at home, you can also buy a picture of Zhong Kui catching ghosts and hang it.

As for whether it is useful or not, Wang Qian doesn't know, because he has never seen a ghost either.

Soon, Aunt Zhang prepared her things and hung a portrait of Guan Erye on the wall in front of the dining table.

Why didn't Zhong Kui catch the ghost, Wang Qian didn't care, the time was in a hurry, the second master was good, there was so much attention.

Aunt Zhang sat on the sofa at the back, staring at Wang Qian.

Wang Qian is not shy, this is not the first time he has done something, and his skin has long been thickened.

Wang Qian took a deep breath, raised the peachwood sword in his hand, and stepped forward once, the tip of the sword lightly touched the chicken blood in the bowl.

Closing back, the peachwood sword stood on his chest, the tip of the sword pointing upwards, and the hilt of the sword was in his hand.

Make a fist with your left hand, with your index and middle fingers outstretched, and press lightly on the end of the sword.

Outsiders really look like that.

What is called professionalism, this is called professionalism.

Then, Wang Gan stepped out with a lunge, and the peachwood sword in his hand danced accordingly, and began to dance the sword to invite God.

As for the posture of sword dancing, I learned it there, don't ask, I learned it by watching martial arts movies.

At the same time, Wang Gan also muttered this: "Heaven and earth are infinite, Qiankun borrows the law, Taishang Laojun is as anxious as the law, and the demons and monsters leave quickly......"

Wang Qian didn't know if he was reading it correctly, anyway, that's what his father taught him.

If there is really a god in this world, can he go down to earth by saying two sentences?

Dancing with swords and reciting sutras......

Suddenly, Wang Qian's expression changed.

He noticed that the living room was actually dark, and it was the hottest time of the afternoon, and he actually felt a little chilled.

Hurriedly turned his head and looked out the window, outside a round of scorching sun hung in the sky, emitting a dazzling light.

A striking contrast to the whole living room.

Wang Qian was a little apprehensive in his heart, what is going on, what is going on? This special mother has violated the laws of science!

"Ahh

Aunt Zhang, who was sitting on the sofa, screamed in shock, and Wang Gan's eardrums hurt with the piercing scream.

Aunt Zhang looked at the dining table, her expression was frightened, her hands were covering her mouth, and her eyes were full of fear.

His body was trembling violently, and he was curled up on the sofa, not daring to move.

Seeing this, Wang Gan's body trembled, his expression was nervous, and he turned his head mechanically.

I saw a black figure floating in the corner of the dining room.

The figure is about a meter tall, with an upper body like a child, with arms and a head, no fingers, and only a mouth on the head.

The mouth was always open, and it was pitch black inside, as if it could devour people's souls.

The figure had no lower limbs, only a cloud of black mist.

When Wang Qian saw this figure, his hair was standing on end, and his arms were full of goosebumps.

Cold sweat began to break out on his back, his limbs went limp, and the peachwood sword in his hand almost fell off.

Wang Qian's expression was frightened, and he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.

Hell!

What the hell!

What to do?What to do?What to do......

Wang Qian asked questions over and over again in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

Now he can finally be sure that the ghost videos on the Internet are not fake, but real.

But after all, he was only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old high school student, and he was at a loss when he encountered this kind of thing.

Don't panic!

When Wang Qian was a child, he heard the old man in the town say that there were three fires in his body.

One on each shoulder and one on the top of the head.

If you really run into a ghost, as soon as you are afraid, these three fires will become smaller, and as soon as they become smaller, the ghost will have a chance to take advantage of it.

I'm a Taoist priest, I'm afraid of ghosts, but I'm an exorcist.

Wang Qian began to comfort himself in his heart, began to take deep breaths, and forcibly calmed himself down.

At this time, a sudden change occurred.

The black figure actually moved, floating in mid-air and rushing towards Wang Gan.

Wang Qian panicked in his heart, and almost ran away.

But he can't run, first, Aunt Zhang has been so good to him since she was a child, he can't bear it.

Second, he probably can't outrun this flying ghost.

Seeing the ghost getting closer and closer to him, Wang Qian retreated again and again.

But in my heart, I am constantly thinking about countermeasures.

If this ghost can't be solved, then he and Aunt Zhang will have to explain here.

Ghosts can not only devour the essence of human beings, but also devour the soul of human beings.

If you are ghosted, there is really no way to live.

That's right.

Wang Qian suddenly remembered that he had a peachwood sword soaked in black dog blood, and there was a bowl of chicken blood on the dinner table, both of which were the nemesis of ghosts.

At this time, the ghost had already come to Wang Gan, less than a meter away from Wang Gan.

Gritting his teeth, Wang Qian clenched the peachwood sword in his hand and stabbed forward.

The ghost didn't have time to dodge, and the peachwood sword easily stabbed into the ghost's chest.

The ghost was stabbed and hurriedly flew backwards, and there was a crack on his chest that was four or five centimeters long, which was left by the peachwood sword.

A trace of white mist could be seen evaporating from the crack, dissipating into the air.

The goblin's mouth was wider than before, and it was screaming, but for some reason, it couldn't make a sound.

Wang Qian's heart was happy, the peach wood sword was useful.

But there was also some loss, as the Peachwood Sword was unable to inflict substantial damage on this ghost.

Locking his eyes on the chicken blood on the table, Wang Qian's courage also increased, and it seemed that the ghost was not so difficult to deal with.

Wang Qian hurriedly ran to the dining table, grabbed the chicken blood bowl, and threw it towards the ghost.

The ghost felt the yang energy of the rooster's blood and flew up quickly.

But there were still some rooster blood splattered on the ghosts.

It corroded the ghost's body like sulfuric acid, and I saw the black mist on the ghost's body turn into a trace of white mist and float in the air.

The whole body is also eroded by chicken blood.