The one who was caught in the clothes was a stocky middle-aged man with a flower apron, who was a little impatient to be caught by the wicker, as if he was afraid that he would miss something if he was a little slower.

Wicker grabbed the corner of the fat man's clothes with one hand, took out a Chinese cigarette with the other hand and handed it to him.

The fat man was about to get angry, but when he saw the Chinese cigarette handed over, he immediately took the cigarette without hesitation, and the expression on his face became pleasant.

"Brother, what's going on ahead, I see you all hurrying forward?"

The fat man immediately became excited when he heard this, his eyes widened and he said: "It seems that the two of you are not from this town, then you can be regarded as having met the eye today, and the show is about to be staged!" ”

"What's the show?" Zhang Yi asked.

"That's a long way to say, if I finish telling you, I'm worried that the excitement will be gone, so let's talk while walking, and you will understand when you get to the place."

After the fat man finished speaking, he immediately put the cigarette on his ear and turned around and walked quickly towards the big team, and Zhang Yi and Wicker immediately followed.

On the way, the fat man gave Wicker another half a pack of Chinese cigarettes, and he told the general story of the matter.

It is said that a month ago, the son of the owner of a woolen sweater processing factory in this town surnamed Huang and her classmates went to Gudu Guazhou to play.

It was fine when I went, but when I came back, both children were sick, and it was a very strange illness.

One became silent and did not go out of the house all day, and the other became crazy and talked about ghosts all day long.

For this reason, the two families decided to take their children to the doctor, but the two children refused to go to the hospital, and even threatened to bang their heads against the wall or go on a hunger strike in order to resist going to the hospital.

In the end, the two parents had no choice but to pass on the condition to the doctor to prescribe medicine for treatment, but the effect was not satisfactory.

Later, some people said that this was not like a disease, it was a bit like an evil spirit, so they invited the old monk of Jingju Temple to come and get rid of the demons.

But not long after the old monk entered, the whole person was thrown out of the window on the second floor by an inexplicable force, and his legs were directly broken.

This monk weighed more than 180 catties, but it was obviously impossible for a 20-year-old student who was powerless to be thrown out, so it further proved that there was a ghost next to this child, and it was a ghost who was haunting.

Therefore, the boss surnamed Huang issued a reward announcement, and anyone who can get rid of the ghosts on the child will be thanked 200,000 yuan.

This may not be much for these capitalists, but it is definitely a big income for the vast number of grassroots people.

Therefore, every once in a while, there will be Taoist monks who will sacrifice their lives to fight with ghosts for these 200,000 yuan, but the results are unbearable.

Some were scared and crawled out, some were shirtless and wore pants and twisted Yangge, and some even foamed at the room and fainted.

It is because there are all kinds of strange results, so there will be a lot of people watching every time, not expecting the mage to cure the child's illness, but looking forward to how the mage's result will appear in front of everyone.

Today there is another one, and everyone is running to tell each other, and they have taken the initiative to put down the work in their hands, looking forward to the stage of a good show together.

When Zhang Yi and his party arrived, they found that the front of a self-built villa was already crowded with people, and if another piece of music was put on at this time, everyone would definitely think that this was a square dance feast.

Wicker glanced around and found that it was airtight, and there were no gaps for them to see inside.

"Brother Yi, you wait, I have a way!"

Wicker walked to the back of the crowd and found that the fat man in the flower apron just now had been crowded in the back row of the crowd, tiptoe and stretching his neck to look inside, while standing next to him was a middle-aged woman with yellow curly hair with an equal waist, bust and hips.

Wicker walked up behind them, stroked his hand between the fat man's strands at a rapid speed, and slapped it on the huge buttocks of the middle-aged woman with yellow curly hair. These two strikes are not simultaneous, with a short interval of one or two seconds in between.

The fat man was touched by the wicker like this, and couldn't help but shiver all over, he turned his face and found that there was a middle-aged woman standing on the side who was fat but not greasy and more suitable for the taste, he immediately looked at her with a lewd smile on his face, and he was thinking of a deer in his heart at the moment, looking forward to something good coming.

Good things finally came to the door, the middle-aged woman's buttocks were touched and immediately sensed, she turned her head to see the fat man looking at him with a lewd smile.

"Smack"

A resounding slap sounded in the fat man's face, leaving five deep fingerprints.

The fat man was stunned, but he didn't expect to be slapped without waiting for Peach Blossom Luck, he pushed the woman.

But a woman with equal measurements is not good at stubble, she uses her hands and feet at the same time, scolding and scuffling with fat men.

In Zhang Yi's sight, two huge figures hit from east to west in the crowd, and the people on both sides dodged away, but their eyes never left to watch.

Taking advantage of this gap, Wicker immediately pulled Zhang Yi into the gap and stood at the front of the team.

At the entrance of the house was a long table with fruit offerings and an incense burner with three smoking.

A Taoist priest wearing a gray Taoist robe, wearing a Taoist crown and holding a peachwood sword chanted words at the table.

This Taoist priest was well-dressed, with a kind of heroic righteousness on his face, and he did have the appearance of a fairy wind and bones, but Zhang Yi found that he was a little familiar, and he couldn't remember that he had seen it there.

"Hahaha......"

Wicker suddenly hugged his stomach and smiled, leaning back and forth, trembling all over.

This move surprised Zhang Yi and the onlookers, and they all looked at the wicker, which made Zhang Yi a little embarrassed.

But fortunately, the wicker laugh has limited attraction after all, and everyone just glanced at it and refocused their attention on the Taoist priest, after all, today he is the protagonist, and it is also the guarantee of ratings.

"What are you laughing at?"

Zhang Yi patted Wicker on the shoulder and motioned for him to stop.

Wicker buffered for a long time and finally stopped laughing, he pointed to the Taoist priest who was chanting words at the gate and said, "Brother Yi, I don't know if you have watched TV recently, I have seen this guy on TV, hahaha.........." ”

At this time, Zhang Yi was cheerful, no wonder this guy was so familiar, wasn't he the one who drove away ghosts from the haunted house and then lost his shoes in fright.

"It's him," Zhang Yi smiled wryly.

"That's right, Brother Yi, that's it, it's the one who lost his shoes last time in the haunted house, I want to see if he wants to lose his underwear today, hahaha."

Zhang Yi and Wicker stood at the front, and Wicker's voice was very loud, and it was very likely that the Taoist priest would hear it. I saw that he suddenly picked up the bell on the table and slapped it on the table at once, and the bell instantly made a piercing crisp sound.

"Poor Dao is doing this to catch ghosts, and you are waiting to be noisy, if you alarm the ghosts and let him die, then you will have to bear the consequences."

"Bear a fart, you old liar and catch ghosts, forget it, I see you going to pee your pants in fear when you turn around" Wicker clasped his hands in front of his chest, with a kind of mockery on his face.

"Old liar, old liar"

There was a shrill invective in the sky, and everyone looked up to see nothing.

This sudden ridicule made Lao Dao blow his beard and stare in anger, he actually forgot his identity and what he was going to do now, and slashed at the wicker with a peachwood sword.

Wicker was about to make a move, but saw Zhang Yi quickly appear in front of him, he grabbed the old Tao's peachwood sword at lightning speed and twisted it hard.

Lao Dao's sword hand was twisted so that his palm was facing up, and he instinctively let go of his hand.

Everyone let out a sigh, not because of the great immortal's grievances, but because they were excited about a wonderful easter egg before the show started.

"Give me back the sword" Lao Dao was furious, and the flesh on his face twitched and trembled with anger.

Zhang Yi didn't reply, nor did he return the sword to Lao Dao, but when he saw it, he didn't dare to come forward to ask for it, he knew that there was a disparity in strength, and he was afraid that it would be another humiliation.

"If the two of you are also masters of the Dao, you can also participate in this exorcism method, but I hope that there will be a first-come, first-come, first-come, don't mess up the Dharma field!"

Out of the room came a gray-haired old man, he was on crutches, and his back was hooked like a shrimp, but from his haggard and anxious face, it could be seen that his temperament was elegant and full of economy.

"Please, two of you!"