Wang Hao drove away from the cemetery as if fleeing for his life, and he even felt that there were ghosts following him, and he wanted to look back from time to time. He was afraid that the female ghost would suddenly appear in the back seat of the car and smile at him weirdly, just like in a horror movie.

The more Wang Hao thought about it, the more scared he became, this really fulfilled the old saying - "a knife on the head of the color word", and this is still a ghost knife that wants people's lives! He slammed on the accelerator, turned up his horsepower, and drove straight to the street where he met the old fortune teller, where the female ghost in black lived.

The car stopped at the corner of the street, Wang Hao looked inside for a while, he didn't dare to go over easily, after all, there was a female ghost living on this street! Fortunately, he saw the white-haired old man, and now looking at his robe, he felt extremely kind. So Wang Hao hurriedly ran over from the car, knelt in front of the old man and cried with a "poof": "Uncle, no, Da Xian'er, please save me!" ”

The old man was taken aback by Wang Hao's abruptness, looked down at him suspiciously, and then suddenly said, "It turned out to be you...... Why, don't you think the old man is a liar? ”

Wang Hao hurriedly said: "Of course you are not a liar, I have eyes and don't know Mount Tai, you must not go to your heart, save my life!" ”

The old man waved his hand, signaling him not to kneel anymore, and at the same time said euphemistically: "The old man is not so stingy. But the ugly words are said in the front, that day I just looked at the condensation of yin qi between your eyebrows, and concluded that you were haunted by ghosts, but I am just a fortune teller, and I don't have the ability to catch ghosts. ”

"But I don't know who to turn to except you!" When Wang Hao heard that the old man was shirking, his heart was even more anxious, he regretted that he had a lustful heart, this was simply self-inflicted, but he really didn't want to die.

"Tell me first, I don't think there's a way." The old man pondered for a moment.

Wang Hao seemed to grasp the life-saving straw, and completely described what he had seen and heard from last night to now. His tearful appearance caused many people to stop and watch, but he didn't care about being embarrassed, and saving his life was the most important thing!

After listening to his narration, the old man pondered for a moment and said, "According to what you said, she is not a terrible ghost. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Wang Hao asked puzzled.

The old man analyzed: "If she really wants your life, she can do it last night, and she deleted your contact information, which means that she doesn't want to contact you anymore, so how can she harm you?" ”

Wang Hao felt that what the old man said was very reasonable, he was too nervous before, and he didn't expect such a simple reason, so he asked in surprise: "You mean, I don't have to worry anymore?" ”

"But ......," the old man stared at Wang Hao for a long time and then said, "The yin qi between your eyebrows has not dissipated, which means that the female ghost has not left you, which is very strange." ”

"Huh?" Wang Hao had the heart to cry on the street, his mood was like riding a roller coaster, he just fell to the bottom when he was happy, he pleaded, "Master, you can save me, I know you have the ability, otherwise it is impossible for the city management to ignore you." ”

"That's all it has to do with that, the main thing is that their captain is my son...... "The old man muttered quietly, "That's it, I don't have anything to do, I have a peachwood sword here, you can take it for self-defense." Whether you can escape a catastrophe or not depends on your creation. With that, the old man took out a trendy backpack from under the table, which contained a lot of messy things, but only a mahogany sword stood out.

Wang Hao excitedly took the peachwood sword, wiped his tears and said, "Master, if I can survive, I will definitely not treat you badly!" ”

"Don't wait for that time, I didn't tell you for nothing."

"Huh?" Wang Hao was stunned.

"A thousand dollars, it's worth it to save your life." The old man stretched out his hand and said to Wang Hao.

"What if it can't be saved?" Wang Hao Muran asked.

The old man said: "If I burn another 100 million for you, I will definitely not let you suffer." ”

Wang Hao hesitated for a long time, he suspected that the fortune teller was a liar, but what he experienced was really bizarre, and he could only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor. In the end, he deduced that he only had 500 yuan in cash on him, so he said that he had bought the peachwood sword. He was very glad that the old man didn't have WeChat and Alipay, and at the same time he was very sorry - why didn't he bring a hundred without saying it just now?

What he didn't see was that after he left, the old man stopped a young man and said, "Young man, you have provoked something unclean......

Wang Hao was in no mood to go to the hotel again today, so he went home very nervously. The fortune teller's mouth was not accurate, and he was even more bottomless in his heart, so he could only hope that the peach wood sword would show its power and really drive away ghosts and evil spirits.

Wang Hao also remembered the Hong Kong movies he watched when he was a child, and a group of people led by Lin Zhengying made a series of ghost movies about Taoist priests. He vaguely remembered that there was glutinous rice in it, and he deliberately got out of the car and bought two packs when he passed by the market, but he forgot that glutinous rice was specially used to deal with zombies in the movie. But he couldn't care about it so much, as long as it was a trick he could think of, he couldn't wait to try it all. If it weren't for the fact that the statue of Guan Erye in the hotel was too heavy, he would have wanted to move it home. There is also a child's urine, Wang Hao wants to call his son who goes to school in other places and ask him to send some urine back, but after thinking about it carefully, it is estimated that this bastard boy is no longer a child, it is better to follow the child who came to his restaurant to eat, and wait for him to get some back when he goes to the toilet.

On the way home, Wang Hao kept thinking nonsense, drove the wrong way several times, and finally arrived home with great effort.

After entering the house, he didn't bother to take off his shoes, so he looked around for the location of the mahogany sword. One time it will be hung on the doorknob, and the other time it will be changed to the TV stand, but I don't feel at ease where I put it, and finally I simply hang it at the head of the bed, where I can reach it as soon as I reach out. Then he forced himself to go to bed, but he couldn't sleep anyway.

When his wife saw that he was lying on the bed tossing and turning alone, she asked him, "What's the matter with you?" God babble. ”

Wang Hao casually made up: "It's nothing, didn't I go to the cemetery today, I was afraid of bad luck, so I made up a peachwood sword to defend myself." ”

"What's so bad about it, you're still afraid that your dad will come up to you?" The wife joked.

Wang Hao said absentmindedly: "I'm afraid I'm going to go down to find him......"

"What kind of mess?" Wang Hao's wife glared at him and asked, "Then what are you buying glutinous rice for, the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, and you haven't had enough of the Dragon Boat Festival?" ”

"I can't wrap glutinous rice balls!" Wang Hao said impatiently, "Don't worry about it, just in case there is no harm, come over and sleep quickly." ”

"When did you start being superstitious?" As he spoke, Wang Hao's wife, who looked suspicious, was also ready to go to bed, but as soon as she got close to the head of the bed, she felt a headache, especially when she got close to the peachwood sword, she had a strong feeling of dizziness.

She suddenly pointed at the peachwood sword and shouted, "Where did you get the broken thing back, hurry up and throw it at me!" ”

Wang Hao was a little confused: "What are you doing when you threw it away, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Don't throw it away, do you? Then you carry it and go to sleep in the living room, don't be an eyesore here! Wang Hao's wife had a very bad temper and was immediately annoyed.

Seeing that his wife was angry again, and it was inexplicable and unreasonable, Wang Hao really had no choice but to hang the peach wood sword outside the door first. He thought that he would take the peachwood sword to the hotel tomorrow, and it was a big deal to sleep in the hotel for a few days, and it would also prevent his wife from being affected.

After a few days, Wang Hao was still safe and sound, and he wondered if it was really as the fortune teller said, the female ghost actually had no ill will towards him, and now he has left?

He went to the street again to look for the fortune teller, but the man was gone. He inquired about the fruit seller next to him and found out that the old man told fortunes and said a few ugly words, so that the family beat them, and he was lying in the hospital.

There was no way, Wang Hao could only pray that the female ghost would never come to him again.

On this day, he wanted to close his business for a day, but when he went out for a walk, he happened to meet the neighbor on the other side. Only then did he remember that it was said that the person who lived opposite the door was also a supernatural master, but he didn't know what he did exactly, and he was very annoyed that he had forgotten about it. However, he chatted with the hostess of the opposite door for a while, and then learned that her husband had not returned from a long home, but they also had an adopted son, whom he had grown up watching. The child has always called the couple "Master" and "Master", and he should have learned some methods.

Wang Hao thought to himself, it is better to invite him to dinner at home in the evening, and let him be a staff officer for himself.