Feng Fengqiang's fist suddenly stopped only an inch away from the corner of the thief's left eye, but the strong fist wind still made the hair on the thief's forehead take off excitedly. In this short moment, except for the tail note of the thief's scream, which continued to echo in the mountains and forests, time seemed to stop, and the facial expressions of everyone present seemed to freeze and freeze. After a few seconds, Feng Fengqiang withdrew his fist and asked the thief with a surprised expression: "What did you just say?" ”

The thief hurriedly said again: "I can undo the curse of the little girl for you." ”

After listening, Feng Fengqiang didn't dare to make up his mind and looked up at the Hongfo on the pit, Hongfo's expression was also surprised, he thought for a while and then said to the thief: "You come up first." ”

When the thief and Feng Fengqiang climbed up from the pit, Yang Yifeng and Zhang Xiaolei also arrived just in time. Seeing this scene of peaceful coexistence, of course they felt strange, the three of them were like having just been dug up the ancestral grave of the three of them screaming and shouting and shouting to kill, look at the formation, even if the thief is caught, even if he is not killed, he will be beaten and disabled, Yang Yifeng is worried that there will be a lot of life before he desperately catches up, he wanted to stop it as much as possible, but it was unexpectedly this situation, and immediately asked the fox: "What's the matter?" ”

Hongfo replied, "He said he could dissolve the little girl's curse." ”

Zhang Xiaolei asked the thief strangely: "How do you know about this?" ”

The thief told the truth: "I just heard it when I was stealing your things in the temple." After speaking, he suddenly took out a wallet from his pocket and handed it to Feng Fengqiang and said, "This is your bag." ”

Feng Fengqiang took the wallet and said, "Don't think it's enough to return the bag to me, if what you just said is a lie to us, I will throw you into the pit and bury you alive." ”

The thief nodded in fright.

"I said, why are you so naïve?" At this time, Su Junhao suddenly interjected: "He is a thief, what can he do to help us, I think he wants to stabilize us first and then take the opportunity to escape, it is better for us to beat him up first, help him wash his ass and then send him to the police station." ”

"No, I'm not going to lie to you." The thief looked at Su Junhao and doubted himself, and said nervously: "Please believe me, I can really help you." ”

"How can I help?" Hongfo asked.

The thief thought for a moment and then said, "I don't know all the things you just said in the temple, so if you don't believe that I can help you, go with me to my house, and when you get to my house, you will know that I am not lying to you." ”

"Don't go, everybody." Su Junhao asked the thief suspiciously: "Look at your thief and thief's brain, do you want to take us to your accomplices and rob us directly?" ”

"Don't worry." The thief pointed at Feng Fengqiang and then said to Su Junhao sincerely: "To be honest, when I started in the temple, I actually stole his wallet a long time ago, if I hadn't been attracted by what you told the monk, I could have left without your knowledge." ”

Su Junhao thought for a while and asked, "Why are you a thief so interested in our affairs?" ”

"Alas......" The thief suddenly let out a long sigh, his emaciated face showed a trace of sadness, and he said slowly: "Actually, I don't want to be a thief, and I'm not idle......"

The thief was brewing some sadness, and Su Jun interrupted him violently and said: "You don't talk nonsense, I'm asking why you are interested in our affairs, don't pretend to be pitiful here, we don't eat this." ”

"I didn't pretend, I'm interested in your words because ······" At this point, the thief lowered his head and paused, then slowly raised his head again, and said with a very solemn expression, "I used to be a ghost hunter. ”

A breeze blew, and the two characters on the thief's mouth fluttered gently with the wind, and at that moment, he became an indescribable sense of indescribability......

The thief with the eight-character beard is surnamed Song, called Song Tianhuan, and he is indeed a ghost hunter, at least ten years ago. After he revealed his identity to Yang Yifeng and them, regardless of whether they suspected it or not, the whole person was as silent as if the old monk had settled down, but his eyes were extremely far-reaching and looked at the blue sky through the gaps in the dense leaves in the forest......

Maybe it was because he felt the different expressions of Song Tianhuan before and after, and the others, even Su Junhao, who had always doubted him, also had a sense of trust in his identity, of course, he didn't fully believe it, but Su Junhao was obviously more polite than before, he coughed and asked Song Tianhuan: "You said that you are a ghost hunter, is there any way to prove it?" ”

"What method do you want me to prove?" Song Tianhuan turned his head and asked Su Junhao.

Su Junhao: "Of course, it uses spells that can catch ghosts, like in movies and television." ”

"Huh." Song Tianhuan actually smiled and said, "I'm sorry, I don't know the kind of spell you said." ”

Su Junhao then asked, "Then you should have some magic weapon, right?" ”

Song Tianhuan: "No." ”

"What?" Su Junhao gradually couldn't help but say with a ghostly fire: "You don't know spells, and you don't have a magic weapon to catch ghosts, so what kind of bird ghost do you catch?" ”

"Who says you can't catch ghosts without a magic weapon?" Song Tianhuan sighed and said, "Why do you always like to believe those deceptive tricks on TV, what peach wood sword, what Maoshan Taoist priest and the like are all deceptive things. He became more and more excited and said, "Ghosts, that's not how you catch them." ”

"How do you catch that?" Hongfo couldn't help but ask, "Can you tell us how you hunt ghosts?" ”

"Thoughts." Song Tianhuan repeated: "Use your mind to destroy the ghosts." ”

"Ouch, I'll go." Feng Fengqiang, who had been listening to the side for a while, finally got angry, slapped Song Tianhuan's head and roared loudly: "Return Nima's intention to catch ghosts, I see that you just fell into the pit and got up to cheat your father, right?" ”

Unexpectedly, Song Tianhuan, who was slapped in the face, didn't get angry, just shook his head helplessly and stubbornly said: "Look, I know you won't believe it if you say it, alas, this is why I am so down." ”

"Don't hit him." Zhang Xiaolei pulled Feng Fengqiang, and then said to Song Tianhuan: "Then you tell us how you used your mind to destroy ghosts." ”

"Okay." Song Tianhuan nodded and said, "It's very simple, because ghosts also kill people through their minds." He explained in detail: "All the ghosts we can see are formed by resentment, it is only a different spirit body from people, it cannot directly kill, but it can release a large number of extremely terrifying brain wave signals through people's eyes into people's brains, making people hallucinate, this is the intention of killing." ”

"Wow, you said something like something in a ghost movie." Zhang Xiaolei said nervously: "When ghosts kill people, they have to look at people's eyes. ”

Song Tianhuan continued: "Let's be honest, in fact, I have been learning orthodox ghost hunting methods with my father since I was a child, but it is ......."

Before he finished speaking, Su Junhao interrupted Song Tianhuan's words and asked curiously. "Your father was also a ghost hunter?"

"Hmm." Song Tianhuan nodded and said: "My father is an authentic descendant of Maoshan, and when I was young, I followed him out and saw him hunting ghosts and eliminating disasters for other people's families, so I had an indescribable worship, but when I grew up, I found out that in fact, my father didn't know how to hunt ghosts at all." ”

"What, you said he doesn't know how to catch ghosts?" Hearing Song Tianhuan say that his father was a descendant of authentic Maoshan Mountain, Su Junhao was still a little excited, but Song Tianhuan turned around as he spoke, and said that he found that his father couldn't catch ghosts and immediately became lost.

Song Tianhuan nodded and admitted: "Father really doesn't know how to catch ghosts, all his dazzling and skilled ghost hunting spells are performing, and the spells he taught me are actually just acting." I have admired him since I was a child, and his image is a god in my heart, and I was very sad when I knew that he couldn't catch ghosts at all, and I couldn't accept it at once, so I quarreled with my father. ”

Su Junhao shook his head and sighed insoluibly: "After talking for a long time, it turns out that your father is a god stick. ”

"Yes, he's a god." Song Tianhuan suddenly glared at Su Jun with a heavy face and said sharply: "But he is a good father, and he did it to support my unfilial son." His eyes gradually began to turn red, and he said, "The quarrel was loud that day, and some people in the village heard it and spread it quickly. After that, not only was there no more people looking for my father to hunt ghosts, but my father would be poked in the back as soon as he went out, and I left the village to work because I couldn't stand the ridicule of others. It's just that I didn't expect that when I saw my father for the last time, it was in the intensive care ward of the hospital......" Speaking of emotion, Song Tianhuan's tears finally burst out of his eyes.

No one interjected at this time, and no one doubted Song Tianhuan, because whether it was from the perspective of emotions or facial expressions, Song Tianhuan did not have a trace of making up stories.

After Song Tianhuan's mood calmed down a little, Yang Yifeng asked softly, "What's wrong with your father?" ”

Song Tianhuan wiped away his tears and said slowly: "My father has caught me since I was a child to learn to catch ghosts and never studied, I couldn't find a job outside so I wandered for a while and went home, that day I just entered the entrance of the village, and I learned that when my father was working on the construction site, he accidentally fell off the scaffolding on the sixth floor, and when I rushed to the hospital when I heard the news, my father only had his last breath." ”

Yang Yifeng sighed sympathetically: "Alas, but I finally saw the last one." ”

After being silent for a while, Su Junhao suddenly asked as if he thought of something: "So, you don't know how to catch ghosts at all?" ”

"Yes." Song Tianhuan gritted his teeth and said, "I am the real ghost hunter. ”

Su Junhao didn't dare to ask suspiciously: "But your father can't do it, how did you learn it?" ”

"That's right." Zhang Xiaolei also said: "You just said that your father can't catch ghosts at all, and you also said that he is a god stick?" ”

Song Tianzhen admitted: "My father really can't, his performances are indeed the work of a magic stick, but I want to tell you that before he died, he told me a real way to hunt ghosts." ”

Hongfo immediately said, "Is that the method you just said to destroy ghosts with your mind?" ”

Song Tianhuan said firmly: "Yes, if it weren't for the last time I saw my father, some things would have been kept in the dark forever." ”

"What's the matter?" Su Junhao asked with some incomprehension.

Song Tianhuan replied: "I was very upset when I accidentally found out that my father's ghost-hunting bag contained nothing more than a small mouse, but I have always wondered why the employers' homes after my father's practice are safe? ”

Su Junhao nodded and said, "Yes, why is this?" ”