If he knew Lin Su's identity, he wouldn't dare to show his little ghost here with 10,000 guts from Song Yunzi, but now he is enjoying everyone's adoring gaze, and he is secretly proud.

"Qianqian, thanks to your father for inviting Song Zhenren today, otherwise, in a few days, you may not know what will happen!" Yuan Ling pulled Luo Qianqian up from her seat and walked towards Song Yunzi, her words were both afraid and full of gratitude.

"Well, it's good to have Song Zhenren today." Seeing this scene in front of him, Luo Aiguo's suspicion of Song Yunzi was also broken.

Song Yunzi was originally just recommended by one of his business partners, so he came to try it, but he didn't expect to invite the other party into the house, and he really said that his daughter was victimized by an unjust soul, and even caught this unjust soul.

Business people like Luo Aiguo often believe in feng shui ghosts and gods, but there are many charlatans, but there are very few real masters.

Master Lin Su Luo Aiguo didn't know him, but he knew that he had a very good personal relationship with his old man, and the only remaining understanding was relatively one-sided, only knowing that he was a hermit in the mountains, and as for other identities, he didn't know much about his own daughter.

But even so, Luo Aiguo still didn't treat Lin Su coldly like his wife, but just regarded him as an ordinary junior.

Luo Qianqian knew that Lin Su's master and apprentice were actually from the Daomen, but Lin Su was about the same age as herself, how could she have much ability? But then again, the Song Yunzi in front of him is indeed much more reliable than Lin Su in the eyes of ordinary people.

It is precisely because of this that Luo Qianqian has not asked Lin Su out loud, and the reason for this is that she is afraid of annoying this 'master' in the eyes of their family.

Song Yunzi finished everything, closed his eyes and gently exhaled turbid air, and said slowly: "This unjust soul is profound, now I am afraid that I want to find a substitute, and thanks to Mr. Luo's family and my fate, today I spent mana and overdrew a little Shouyuan, which can be regarded as a good deed!" ”

Hearing that Song Yunzi had overdrawn Shouyuan, Yuan Ling was greatly moved when she heard it, and glanced at her husband.

Luo Aiguo was willing, and hurriedly took a check from his clothes, picked up a pen and wrote a string of numbers, Lin Su glanced at it, and the string of zeros made him dumbfounded.

In the past, he and his master did a magic thing, and the countryside and neighbors were only one or two hundred yuan at most, and if it was an ordinary exorcism or something like that, it didn't exceed fifty, but now this Song Yunzi moved his mouth, there were so many, without making Lin Su sigh, the people in the city are really stupid and have a lot of money.

Song Yunzi's eyes glanced at the check, and his gaze quickly moved away.

"Song Zhenren, this little money is a little bit of my heart, please accept it." Luo Aiguo handed over the written check.

"Mr. Luo is really polite, which makes Poor Dao embarrassed." Song Yunzi smiled, saying that he was embarrassed, but his eyes never left the check for a while.

Luo Aiguo said with a smile: "The real person has overdrawn his life for the little girl, and it is appropriate to accept this little heart, if you don't accept it, I'm afraid that my family will probably have to talk to me to death." ”

In fact, Song Yunzi's sentence of overdrawing Shouyuan or something, Luo Aiguo didn't believe it at all, in his opinion, it was just Song Yunzi's euphemistic means of asking for money, the old fritters in the shopping mall, he really wore this kind of trick at a glance, but it definitely can't be said at the moment.

Song Yunzi looked helpless, and stretched out his hand towards the check: "Since Mr. Luo has already said so, I will reluctantly accept it!" In this way, when I return to the South China Temple, this money will be regarded as Mr. Luo's incense support for our Taoist Temple, which can also be regarded as a kind of blessing. ”

Luo Aiguo laughed twice and said: "This is the best, there will be this kind of thing in the future, I estimate, I'm afraid I will trouble Song Zhenren!" ”

"It's okay, this is also my duty as a cultivator." Song Yunzi waved his hand.

But just as Song Yunzi was about to accept the check, an accident happened.

I saw Lin Su suddenly pointing to the ground and shouting at Song Yunzi: "Song Zhenren, look!" That unjust soul you caught just now looks like you're about to run away! ”

Lin Su's cry immediately attracted the attention of all the people in the room, and they all looked at the unjust soul on the ground, and sure enough, the unjust soul didn't know when it started, turned into a human figure and stood up, which was drifting towards the staircase on the second floor little by little.

Its face was gray at this time, except for Lin Su, no one could see it clearly, in Lin Su's eyes, the unjust soul looked sluggish, and it was moving forward.

"Song Zhenren, what's going on?" Yuan Ling looked frightened and hurriedly asked.

Song Yunzi frowned, and began to silently recite the ghost control method, this set of methods was passed on to him by a charlatan warlock he saved many years ago, but it didn't take long for the man to burp, but he has relied on this magic trick all these years, and a little ghost passed on by that person to himself, and he has become prosperous.

But this will ...... His previous ghost control tricks didn't work! This couldn't help but make Song Yunzi feel terrified.

Lin Su sneered in his heart, now that little ghost has been blinded by the resentful spirit upstairs, how can it still be controlled by your half-hung ghost magic technique?

At this moment, there was a sudden burst of light bulbs in the room, and there was a bang.

This sudden change suddenly frightened Luo Qianqian's mother and daughter to scream, and even a man like Luo Aiguo was frightened and took a few steps back.

By the time everyone came to their senses, there would be only a few dim light bulbs left in the living room, which were still bright before, flickering and flickering, and for a while, most of the villa was plunged into darkness.

"Da Yin, there is really a big Yin in this house!" Song Yunzi took a few steps back and said with a frightened expression.

At this time, he could no longer care about pretending to be that high-ranking person, and when he came to his senses, he wanted to run to the door, and he didn't even dare to ask for the check that was close at hand.

But at this moment, the sofa under the original crowd was suddenly pulled by a strange force, and it was thrown directly to the door of the living room, blocking Song Yunzi's way.

Lin Su's eyes narrowed slightly, and he secretly said that this resentful spirit finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing Song Yunzi, they were all scared like this, let alone Luo Qianqian and Luo Aiguo and his wife? In their eyes, this Song Yunzi is a master, but now this master is so unhelpful! His actions just now were clearly to leave everyone behind and run alone!

"Song Zhenren, aren't you a master? Hurry up and cast a spell to collect the ghosts in this house! Yuan Ling hurriedly grabbed Song Yunzi's clothes.

Song Yunzi cried with a sad face, he really wanted to run subconsciously just now, but now the things in this house obviously don't want to let them go! Since this was the case, Song Yunzi had no choice but to take out a copper coin sword from the cloth bag he was traveling with.

This copper coin sword was also left to him by the warlock at that time, and I don't know if I can use it now.

"Let go, how can I catch ghosts like this?" Song Yunzi said dissatisfiedly.

Now Yuan Ling's face turned pale with fright, and her hands trembled and kept holding Song Yunzi's clothes, and when she said this, she immediately let go.

But at this moment, my grandmother, who had never appeared in the living room, suddenly came out with a soup basin, her hair was messy, her eyes were dull, and her mouth kept muttering: "Red chicken soup, white chicken soup, a piece of ginger, ten miles of fragrant ......"

"Ahh

What kind of chicken soup is my grandmother holding in front of her, it is clear that she is putting a dead chicken with its neck torn off in it! The chicken blood was sprinkled all over the soup basin, and now it is dripping blood down the hand of Sun Ma who holds the basin!