Zhao Xu walked over and saw that the person who set up the stall was full of mosaics, kneeling on the stall, and the stall was also very simple - a woolen blanket with a small table on it, an incense burner was placed on the small table, and a copper bell the size of a teacup was placed next to the incense burner.

On a large banner was written a couplet:

The upper link is: "The plan will be settled, and I want to see the dead leave the world." ”

The next link is: "Fate is a guest, why go to Huangquan to summon spirits." ”

It's not a neat couplet, but the meaning is clear at a glance, this Taishan Mansion is related to the undead, and it is not unusual to have such a stall.

Zhao Xu didn't think so, but Du Qiang walked over trembling all over: "Stall...... Boss, can you really summon spirits?"

"Of course, Tong Su is not a bully. The stall owner arched his hand towards Zhao Xu: "Guest officer, do you have any deceased relatives and friends you want to see?"

Like before, the stall owner also believes that Du Qiang is Zhao Xu's ghost slave.

"I don't, he has ......" Zhao Xu pointed to Du Qiang on the side.

"What a kind-hearted person...... stall owner exclaimed, in this Taishan Mansion, he has seen a lot of people who serve ghost slaves, but he has never seen someone like Zhao Xu who can pay for ghost slaves.

"How do you want to recruit?" the stall owner asked, "just a sentence, 50 yuan, if you want to have a conversation, 100 yuan, if you want to recruit a meeting here, 10,000 yuan, you can only see a stick of incense." ”

Du Qiang was stunned when he heard this, 10,000 yuan? Isn't that equivalent to 1 million Huaxia coins?

"The owner...... Can it be cheaper......" Du Qiang asked with a huff.

"No discounts, no credit. The stall owner shook his head.

Du Qiang sighed, where did he get the money from a ghost? Zhao Xu didn't have that much in his hand, he only exchanged a few hundred dollars just now, paid the entrance fee and the directions fee, and only 270 yuan was left.

His mother's remains had been dug up by that organization, and if he could find his mother's soul, he would at least have more confidence.

"Stupid, ask your mother's soul, where is she?" Zhao Xu said on the side, "Even if you are recruited, you can only stay for a stick of incense, don't you still have to look for it again?"

"Ahh......h That, can I ......?"

"It's 100 dollars, let's talk to my little brother and his mother. Zhao Xu directly took out 100 money and handed it to the stall owner.

"......" Du Qiang wanted to say thank you, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't open his mouth.

He betrayed Zhao Xu, but Zhao Xu helped him several times, and he felt very guilty.

He didn't know how to compensate, so he kept following Zhao Xu and doing what he could;

He didn't know how to repay him, because he had just learned that the barcode on his head was actually a "ghost slave seal", even if he wanted to "saddle before and after the horse" as said in the TV series, it would be difficult to do it - whenever the organization issued a task to him, he had to do it anyway, and he couldn't help himself, that was the power of the "ghost slave seal".

"Well, little ghost slave, say your mother's name and birthday, tell me her birthday if you can't tell me, and then come over. After the stall owner finished speaking, he took out a razor from his sleeve: "Let me cut a bunch of your hair." ”

Du Qiang did so.

The stall owner twisted Du Qiang's cut hair into a small strand of string, inserted it into the oil lamp next to the incense burner, and took out a small pinch of incense from the incense burner and sprinkled it on the wick made of the hair.

"Bang!"

A flame the size of a mung bean ignited from the wick.

Du Qiang watched nervously, looking forward to it, not knowing what would happen next.

"Huh? The stall owner scratched his cheeks: "What's the matter?Little ghost slave, is your mother's name really Ji Cuihua?"

"yes, what's wrong?" Du Qiang asked.

"In that case...... You shouldn't go wrong. The stall owner pondered for a moment, then said, "Put your finger on the flame of this oil lamp and roast it." ”

Du Qiang stretched out his hand without thinking, the flame burned his fingers, there was no heat at all, and after a minute, Du Qiang didn't feel anything.

"Little ghost slave, is it hot, does it hurt?" asked the stall owner.

"It doesn't hurt or it heats. Du Qiang replied.

"That's right, I thought something was wrong with my baby. The stall owner breathed a sigh of relief: "I said you, if you don't understand the situation, you come here to summon spirits, if you want to summon spirits, you must also have souls to summon!"

"What do you mean?" Du Qiang said anxiously.

"Your mother has no soul in this world. The stall owner said, "Either your mother's soul has already been scattered, and there is not even a wisp of remnant soul left, or your mother has no soul at all after her death, you know, not one out of 100 people may have a spirit after death." ”

"......" Du Qiang was completely stunned, jumped up, and covered his head with both hands: "Impossible...... It's impossible, the organization has said that my mother can be resurrected, she must have a soul...... Otherwise, after the organization resurrected her with a few rotten bones, she would still not be her......?" You must be a charlatan, yes, you're a liar!"

After saying that, he raised his foot and kicked at the incense burner.

"Jingle bell!"

The stall owner dared to set up a stall here to do business, so he naturally relied on it, and he picked up the small copper bell on the table unhurriedly, shook it, and made a crisp sound.

Du Qiang was struck by lightning, and his soul body was like a pond hit by a stone, swinging a circle of ripples, and flying upside down.

"Hmph, little ghost slave, Saye doesn't look at the place!" Although the stall owner moved slowly and methodically, his tone was very stern, and he should be really angry.

Whoever is smashed inexplicably will not be happy.

In his opinion, this pair of masters and servants are here to smash the field, knowing that there is no soul to recruit, they deliberately come to summon spirits, and if they can't be recruited, they will mess around and entangle them, doesn't this make it clear that they are touching porcelain?

What's the difference between this and a mortal who goes to a restaurant to eat and throws dead flies into a bowl?

"Those who don't know are not guilty, boss, please stop. Zhao Xu sighed and said, this Du Qiang is also a filial piety, he also has parents, he loves his parents very much, and understands Du Qiang's admiration for his mother.

"You guy, you don't discipline your ghost slave well, if you have to make trouble, how can I let you succeed?"

Du Qiang was like a monkey who was recited by Tang Seng and rolled on the ground wailing, attracting the attention of many people.

"Boss, it's okay. Zhao Xu stepped forward and pressed the stall owner's hand and the bell.

"You ......" The stall owner just wanted to say something, but he saw that the inscription on his bell turned into golden dust, as if it had been sucked away by a vacuum cleaner, and poured into Zhao Xu's palm.

"I'm Di Niang, what kind of monster are you?" the stall owner screamed, holding his precious bell, and crawling backwards.

The edge of the bell has been cracked a lot, and it looks like it is scrapped.