Thirteen haunted spots in the mountain town?

Zhuge Lei's heart moved, and he pretended to have a look of admiration on his face, and stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Hao Banxian, a disciple of Maoshan Mountain...... I can't thank you enough for protecting us. But how are you going to protect us? ”

Hao Jiyou grinned and said, "Don't worry, I will always be with you for the past two days." If that ghost king dares to come, I will beat him all over the ground to find teeth! ”

Zhuge Lei nodded again and again: "Great, great, Guanyin Bodhisattva blesses, send a Maoshan disciple to protect us!" ”

"Don't talk nonsense, Guanyin Bodhisattva is a Buddhist, and our Maoshan disciples are Taoists and don't listen to the Bodhisattva's assignment." Hao Jiyou said.

"Yes, yes, it must have been sent by Taishang Laojun." Zhuge Lei said.

"Taishang Laojun is about the same." Hao Jiyou smiled, suddenly mung bean eyes blinked, rubbed the two fingers of his right hand, counted the money, and said: "But I can't work for you in vain, that ...... You also have to mean meaning. ”

It turned out to be a money scam!

Zhuge Lei nodded: "It should be, it should be, I don't know how much this master costs?" ”

Hao Jiyou's mung bean eyes blinked again, spread out his right hand, and said, "Five hundred!" Give me 500 yuan, and the affairs of the ghost king will be wrapped up in me! ”

"Five hundred!?" Zhuge Lei was surprised.

His mother, she can't kill people if she is a ghost, and she only needs five hundred yuan to open her mouth, which is simply a loss of face for the disciples of Maoshan Mountain!

Hao Jiyou didn't understand what Zhuge Lei was thinking, blinked his eyes, and asked, "What?" Is 500 a lot? Then 300 yuan is fine, less than 300 yuan, I will not accept this business. ”

"Okay, okay, three hundred is three hundred!" Zhuge Lei hurriedly nodded, and said, "But I can't give you these three hundred yuan now." Tomorrow night, Fang Xiaoqing and I will get married, if it is safe, the morning after tomorrow, I will give you 300 yuan. ”

"Okay, that's a deal. For the next two days, I will stay here every step of the way. But the food expenses for these two days are all yours! Hao Jiyou said.

"It's easy to say, I got married to Fang Xiaoqing, and I just didn't have a groomsman, Mr. Good Chicken Friend is wronged, and by the way, be my best man." Zhuge Lei said.

Originally, Zhuge Lei planned to drive this tease out, but when he heard him say that there were thirteen haunted resorts in the mountain city, he changed his mind and simply left him behind, and slowly inquired about the situation of haunted resorts in the future.

Hao Jiyou nodded, sat down with a grin, and said, "Okay, I'll be your best man, I've always been very low-key, and I never advertise my identity as a disciple of Maoshan." As for you, don't mention my identity to others, lest it cause a sensation. ”

Zhuge Lei sneered in his heart, but nodded and said, "Yes, yes, I must be tight-lipped." ”

While talking, there was a sound of footsteps on the stairs, and Wang Ying and Song Wenwen walked down.

Seeing Hao Jiyou, Wang Ying and Song Wenwen were stunned, and asked at the same time: "Good chicken friend, why are you here?" ”

Hao Jiyou's face turned slightly red, and he said, "Haha, Zhuge Lei and I ...... It's a friend, and we've known each other for a long time! I'm here...... Be the best man! ”

"Knew each other a long time ago? I think you're here to pretend to be a god stick and want to cheat money from Zhuge Lei, right? Wang Ying snorted, walked up to Zhuge Lei, and asked, "Zhuge Lei, did this kid tell you that he is a disciple of Maoshan and can catch ghosts?" ”

Zhuge Lei smiled: "It seems that he said so." ”

It seems that the magic stick of a good chicken friend is not once or twice swaggering and deceiving in school.

Hao Jiyou was embarrassed, waved his hand and shouted: "What kind of god stick cheats money, I was originally a disciple of Maoshan, an authentic disciple of Maoshan!" Wait until tomorrow night, the ghost king is here, you see my means! ”

Song Wenwen pursed her lips and shook her head, and said to Zhuge Lei:

"This good chicken friend has never been reliable, don't believe him! When he was a freshman, he started a business selling his aunt's towels and called himself the aunt-in-law of Shancheng University; In his sophomore year, he changed his career to collect rags and called himself the king of rags; Now in his junior year, he has transformed into a disciple of Maoshan again, calling himself Hao Banxian, telling fortunes everywhere, praying for blessings and disasters......"

Hao Jiyou was stripped of his bottoms, embarrassed, his face was flushed, but the dead duck had a hard mouth, and shouted:

"Hey, hey, Song Wenwen, don't talk nonsense! Before...... I sell my aunt's towels and collect the rags, that's, that's...... What do you know? Maoshan disciple is my business! Do you look at my appearance as a fairy wind bone, like a charlatan who cheats money? ”

"Like!" Song Wenwen and Wang Ying spoke in unison, their faces full of disdain.

Hao Jiyou smiled, turned his face to look at Zhuge Lei, and said: "Zhuge Lei, don't listen to their nonsense, I am a genuine Maoshan disciple, tomorrow night, let you see my means!" ”

"I believe in you." Zhuge Lei nodded, pulled Hao Jiyou away a few steps, and said, "It's okay to be idle now, Master Hao Banxian, you tell me about the thirteen haunted resorts in the mountain city, okay?" ”

The good chicken friend was exposed by Wang Ying and Song Wenwen, and was embarrassed and embarrassed, and it was rare for Zhuge Lei to come to relieve the siege, so he hurriedly borrowed the slope to get off the donkey, and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll tell you about the thirteen places, starting with the first place......

Zhuge Lei sat down and listened to the braggadocio of the chicken.

Song Wenwen and Wang Ying each shook their heads, turned around and went upstairs.

The good chicken friend lit a cigarette and said, "The first haunted place in the mountain town is the basement of the Great Wall Hotel in the city center. The hotel, ever since it was built 30 years ago, has been haunted. Every year around Qingming, Zhongyuan Festival and the winter solstice, there will always be people who die there inexplicably......"

Zhuge Lei nodded and asked, "You said that place was settled by you?" Did you catch the ghost in the basement? ”

Hao Jiyou shook his hair violently and said proudly: "Of course! Last summer, I stayed alone in the basement of the Great Wall Hotel for three days and three nights, and after a hard fight, I finally subdued the evil spirit! ”

"Really? What kind of devil is that? Zhuge Lei asked casually.

"That's a headless female ghost, and it looks terrifying!" Hao Jiyou gestured, his face was full of energy, and his spit splashed:

"At that time, the female ghost suddenly floated in front of me with her head in her hand and asked me, have you seen my head? My head is gone. I lifted the peachwood sword and gave her a sword piercing the heart! But unexpectedly, the female ghost opened her mouth, and her blood-red tongue wrapped around my neck. At the critical moment, I yelled, 'Teacher, show your might!' Then a palm thunder beat the female ghost to the ground......"

"Wow, that's scary! It's thrilling! Zhuge Lei was very cooperative, pretending to be terrifying.

Hao Jiyou is even more proud, his mouth is like a river, the more he blows, the more he loses his score, and the more he talks, the more bizarre it becomes.

"The second haunted place is the Yudai River in the western part of the park. Twenty years ago, seven children drowned in that place, so every year seven children drowned in the place of the dead......"

Zhuge Lei couldn't help but interrupt Hao Jiyou and asked, "Hey, Master Hao Banxian, seven children have been drowned, if you want to find a stand-in, only seven are enough." Why, seven people drown every year? ”

Hao Jiyou glared: "What do you know?" Seven children need seven people to find a stand-in. After those seven people drowned, they will also find a substitute. So, in an endless cycle, seven people drown every year...... It's like going to school, we graduated this year, and the next class of freshmen is here again, one after another, the iron-clad battalion and flowing soldiers, understand? ”

"I see, I see! It turns out that at the bottom of the Yudai River, there is a fierce ghost school, which accepts seven students in each class. Zhuge nodded repeatedly.

Hao Jiyou flicked the cigarette ash and continued to brag.

By the time we got to the seventh haunted place, it was already dark.

Hao Jiyou spoke vigorously, and Zhuge Lei also listened attentively.

"Ghost King, don't kill me——!"

Coldly, a sharp scream came from upstairs, which was the voice of the school flower Fang Xiaoqing.

Zhuge Lei was taken aback, hurriedly got up, and rushed upstairs.

Hao Jiyou was stunned for a moment, then strode to follow, shouting: "Don't be afraid, I'm here!" ”