Yizhuang, Liao Wenjie returned along the red rope, lit a gossip mirror in front of the door, walked to the corner of the wall after entering the door, circled around the Erhei corpse three times, pasted a yellow talisman, and recited words in his mouth.

"Up!"

Suddenly, the straight Erhei jumped up on the spot, and spit out a piece of yellow paper from his mouth.

Liao Wenjie opened the yellow paper and saw that the words 'Lin Fengjiao' were written on it, so he was satisfied to put away the Taoist technique, folded the yellow paper and stuffed it back into Erhei's mouth.

That's right, it's Yizhuang, there are no ghosts hitting the wall, and there is no running in the wrong place.

"Applejack, what are you doing over there?"

"I'll talk to Erhei, lest it be lonely and cold, and call blindly in the middle of the night."

After Liao Wenjie entered the house, he explained, put the torn paper figures in half on the table, took off the equipment one by one, put them back in the basket and covered them with a black cloth.

"Applejack, the wooden sword is mine."

"I'm sorry, I forgot about it."

Liao Wenjie apologized, took out the wooden sword, and put it in the hands of Uncle Jiu.

Uncle Nine took the wooden sword and ...... it hard One...... pull, this is back in his hands.

On the side, a group of people were in shock, Ah Wei was lying on the ground and standing up, he was slapped unconscious by Liao Wenjie, and he hadn't woken up yet, and the two Ren family members were taking care of him.

"Brother Jie, has the female ghost run away? Also, why did you pick up a paper figure and come back, this game has a lot of meaning. ”

Qiusheng asked curiously, and Uncle Nine was also about to ask, when he looked at Liao Wenjie and waited for him to reply.

"Qiusheng, I was about to tell you about this, is it familiar, this is your mother-in-law, I accidentally cut her into a broken mother."

Liao Wenjie used the money sword to provoke the paper man, and then said to Uncle Jiu: "Uncle Jiu, let's see if you can make up for it, and if you can, let Qiusheng renew her relationship tonight." ”

"Brother Jie, what are you talking nonsense, this is clearly a paper man."

Qiusheng probably understood something, but he felt nauseous and nauseated, and swallowed several mouthfuls of saliva in a row, and his face looked a lot better.

"Qiusheng, you were still hugging other people's flowers last night, and today you turned your face and didn't recognize people...... People can't, at least shouldn't. ”

"I'm not, I don't, you recognized the wrong person." Autumn life and death do not admit it.

"Yes, I remember someone swearing that he wasn't the kind of rotten person who didn't admit it, and I heard that wrong?"

"This, this ......"

Qiu was speechless, and was about to throw the paper figure out with a red face, but was slapped away by Uncle Jiu.

"Master, what are you doing ......?"

Qiusheng was stunned halfway through his words, thought of a certain possibility, and said in a cold sweat: "Master, Brother Jie said casually, this paper figure can't be repaired, don't take it too seriously." ”

"Shut up, don't talk to no one when you're dumb."

"Oh."

Qiusheng bowed his head and stood aside, he had been being trained tonight, and he was unlucky.

Wen Cai couldn't stop snickering, and he couldn't laugh when he smiled.

On the one hand, his face hurts too much, and on the other hand, although Qiusheng was scolded so bloody, at least he had a happy night. Unlike him, in addition to being trained, he was also slapped twice.

"Uncle Nine, what do you think?"

Liao Wenjie told the story outside Yizhuang and asked questions: "I killed the female ghost with a sword, but it turned out to be a paper man, what kind of trick is this?" ”

"It's not a trick, it's a clever trick to control ghosts." Uncle Jiu's face was solemn, and this time he didn't use crooked techniques to describe it.

"How?"

"The paper man is the shell, and the ghost is the core, which can be refined into a ghost servant and driven as he wants."

Speaking of this, Uncle Jiu frowned: "That crooked way can be tricked and raise corpses, and now the method of controlling ghosts is becoming more and more tricky." ”

"The ghost of paper paste is useless, and he will be hacked to death with a sword, there is nothing to be afraid of."

"You can't say that, one or two ghosts naturally have nothing to be afraid of, but dozens or hundreds of them are in groups, and that scene is not a joke."

Uncle Nine thought thoughtfully: "If I guessed correctly, the first time he played Gu was because he didn't want to clash with me head-on, so he took a trick." This time, the ghost is also controlled, showing our muscles to let us retreat in difficulty, and take the initiative to send the father and daughter of the Ren family out. ”

Liao Wenjie shrugged, there was no need to talk about it, even if he nodded in agreement, Uncle Nine would not.

Deadend.

"By the way, Uncle Nine, the skill of controlling ghosts is so powerful, there is no flaw to be found?"

Liao Wenjie originally wanted to say that he was very good at reciting the mantra, but the [Pure Heaven and Earth Divine Mantra] swept a large area, but after thinking about it, he decided to keep it as a backup plan, and by the way, he learned more from Uncle Jiu.

Sure enough, Uncle Nine did not disappoint him.

"Generally speaking, ghosts are free and reluctant to be driven by others, these ghosts are eighty percent caught by crooked paths, once someone breaks this way, a hundred ghosts devour their hearts and have him to feel good."

"If I break the paper figure, can it be considered as breaking this Dao technique?"

"It's not that simple."

Uncle Nine said: "If I guessed correctly, there must be a ghost control banner in the crooked Dao's hand, which is similar to the one when the junior brother drove the corpse, but the suppression effect on the ghost thing is stronger, and it can be destroyed by destroying it." ”

It sounds very simple, but the question is, where to go to find the crooked road, the goods are hidden and secretly reluctant to show up, and the two of them can't go separately to find it.

Dead end plus stalemate.

Just when Liao Wenjie was thinking about countermeasures, Uncle Nine spoke again: "Ajie, I will open the altar at noon tomorrow, if I am lucky, I may be able to find the hiding place of the crooked path, if I am unlucky...... I'll probably have to recuperate for two or three days. ”

"Betting on luck?"

Liao Wenjie shook his head and was not optimistic, he was used to being cautious, and he would never fight for luck unless he had to.

"It's not a gamble of luck, I rarely study the Taoist skills of controlling ghosts, this time I make an exception, tomorrow at noon to cultivate the altar, I can't continue to spend with him."

Uncle Nine looked at the paper figure on the table, and snorted coldly: "That crooked way is self-contained, I will give him a dismount, find his hiding place, and immediately force him to fight with me. ”

Bring the above to Qiusheng, isn't that the three on the other side beat me one?

Liao Wenjie's eyes widened, half of his luck was bet, and there was still a fifty percent chance of winning, and he teamed up with his pig teammates to play a copy, and the opponent was super god, and the chance of winning was zero.

Can't afford it, can't afford it.

……

At noon the next day, Uncle Nine pinched the point to end the retreat and practice, he nodded to Liao Wenjie, the technique of breaking the game has been practiced, and it is not a problem to track the hiding place of the crooked path.

In the courtyard, Wencai Qiusheng set up the Dharma platform, and the ninth uncle changed into a yellow robe, holding a wooden sword and immediately started it.

He killed chickens and took blood, mixed ink and cinnabar, lit it with a candle on the Dharma table, and refined it into French ink. Then he took a brush, dipped it in the ink pen and walked the dragon and snake, and drew complex charms on the yellow paper.

After the preparation was completed, Uncle Nine recited the words in his mouth, and the sword picked up the yellow paper and lit it, and pierced it into the paper figure together, condensing the remaining clues on it.

At the second when the paper figure was about to be burned to ashes, Uncle Jiu's sleeve robe swept away, grasped the ashes in his hand, and filled the remaining French ink in the porcelain bowl. He stepped on the heavens, closed his eyes and recited the mantra, and only stopped with a sigh of relief after the magic ink and ashes were evenly stirred.

"Wencai, Qiusheng!"

"Yes, Master."

The two of them stepped forward quickly, evenly splashed the yellow sand in the dustpan on the glutinous rice ground, and planted a palm-sized magic flag in the center.

Uncle Nine held the gossip compass, picked up the magic ink in the porcelain bowl, and lightly tapped it on the compass.

Suddenly, the compass pointer rotated rapidly, and Uncle Nine circled around the French flag, three circles, three circles, and the speed was very fast, the kind that would be dizzy when he said he was dizzy.

A moment later, Uncle Nine wielded the wooden sword, and the magic ink on the blade of the sword turned into raindrops and fell, falling on the sand, with more than thirty black spots.

Uncle Nine: "......"

I was stunned and didn't speak.

"Uncle Nine, it's normal to use a new spell for the first time, and it's normal to fail, the chicken pen is still very rich, and you can't use it up ten times."

Liao Wenjie clenched his fists and coughed lightly: "It doesn't matter if you run out, Master Ren is in the house, let him move you a chicken farm." ”

"No, the spell was successful, but that crooked way was cautious and you had a fight."

Uncle Nine pointed to more than thirty black spots on the sand: "In response to last night's sentence, this time I really have to fight for luck, I hope I can find him out before dark." ”

Just do it, he asked Wencai Qiusheng to draw a talisman with cinnabar, sit cross-legged on the sword and pick out the yellow talisman, delete and eliminate them one by one, and burn out the black spots on the yellow sand.

Time flickered, the sun just fell, Uncle Nine slowly stood up, looked at the sky and muttered: "I wanted to go to find his bad luck during the day, but I didn't expect it to be delayed until the evening, this is difficult to do." ”

"Uncle Nine, where is the crooked road hidden?"

"You may not believe it when you say it, he is now living in Master Ren's house."

"It's a good thing, at least it's not the graveyard of Old Lady Ren, otherwise I'll have no strength to run there wearing copper coin armor." Liao Wenjie pretended to be relaxed and said.

"Ajie, I forced him to fight and consume his vitality, you close your eyes first, and when the time comes, you will take Wencai Qiusheng straight to Ren's mansion."

"Uncle Jiu, seriously, can't you do it alone, I really don't lack these two backs."

Liao Wenjie's face was entangled, and he had an idea: "By the way, while it's still too late, let someone call a carriage and take the car to Ren's Mansion later." ”

Uncle Nine: "......"

You're such a clever little ghost!