Holding the handle of the gun, Bai Ze walked into the restaurant to look around, but did not find the pair of white eyes, and the feeling of being peeped at did not appear, there were so many guests in the restaurant that he couldn't judge who the real ghost king was.

Bai Ze sighed in his heart, he was thinking about calculating the ghost king, but others were also calculating themselves. The decapitation failed, and it seems that things still go along the story, and it will be possible to distinguish the superior and inferior on a certain not-so-distant night.

Walking out of the restaurant, the fortune teller got the news, and his face was calm, pinching the bell and arrogantly blocking Bai Ze to the road:

"Boy, your servant is fine. However, I see the black hair on your forehead as a sign that your life is near. Let's prepare the coffin early in the next two days!"

The people around watched the lively people make a noise, this person curses people so much, if it doesn't work, isn't it looking for a beating!

However, many people were really frightened by the Taoist priest's words, and the god mysteriously said to the people around him: The two sides have no enmity or grudge, since this Taoist priest dares to let out wild words, he will definitely not curse this young man, but really has two brushes, and he sees something.

An old woman touched Bai Ze with pity, and persuaded him to give the Taoist priest some silver taels, so that the Taoist priest could give him the calamity, not afraid of ten thousand, in case, he should lose his wealth and avoid disaster, if his life is gone, what is the use of more money.

Seeing that his casual nonsense could still arouse the trust of many people, that person couldn't help but feel even more complacent.

"This kid relied on strange treasures to enter and exit the mountain market, and deceived himself of a lot of silver and two spirit stones. But looking at his young age, if he scares and scares him again, if he can bluff out that treasure and spirit stone, wouldn't it be a great achievement to go back and hand it over to the ghost king!"

Thinking of this, this person frowned and showed a difficult appearance, and then said to Bai Ze even more arrogantly:

"Boy, you are a mortal, and the reason why you have caused a terrible disaster is that you have something that you can't control. As long as you hand over that thing and sincerely offer some money, the poor Dao will lose three years of yang life, and return it to Heaven for you. In this way, you still have a 30% chance of surviving. ”

"If not, hum!" The man shook his robe and said proudly, "No one in this world can save you!"

The Taoist priest has not yet made enough appearances of a master, and he will continue to say something to fool the people. Bai Ze laughed and interrupted him: "Since you, a Taoist priest, can tell fortunes, have you calculated that you will be bloody today?"

Before the words could be spoken, Bai Ze took out the bag of black dog blood from behind him, and splashed it on the face of the Taoist priest. The dog's blood was splashed, and the Taoist priest froze in place, his open mouth was stench, and his hair became strands of hair, looking very embarrassed.

The surrounding crowd was stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter, pointing at the embarrassed Taoist priest.

The Taoist priest spit out the smelly dog blood, when he was wandering around the mountain market, he relied on the ghost king to sell human beings and was considered a bit of a status, how could he have suffered such an insult.

He pointed at Bai Ze's finger and trembled with anger, and scolded in his mouth: "Rabbit cub! You!

Bai Ze ignored him completely, hugged his fist at the surrounding crowd, and said: "Fellow villagers, Xiaosheng is a talent who entered Beijing to take the exam, and the scholar believes in saving the suffering Tianzun, and after his illness, he begged Xiaosheng to find someone to do a divination for him. ”

"Xiaosheng has a righteous heart, naturally he is not afraid of evil demons and foreign methods, he came here to make divination just to not worry the servants, and not to pay money, this charlatan is talking so nonsense!

Jianghu warlocks have a low status in this world, and they are far from scholars, after all, all the officials are scholars, and there is no charlatan. As soon as the surrounding people heard that Bai Ze was a showman, they immediately stood here, and surrounded the Taoist who was covered with dog blood and scolded him.

Saying that people will die in the next few days is an out-and-out curse in itself, not to mention that the appearance of Taoist thieves and rats has no reputation outside, the more people scold, the more they feel that they are right, and there is no need to do it in hindsight, who is who is not very clear.

A few idlers saw that Bai Ze was young and had a reputation for showing off his talents, and it was very possible for him to be a person in the future, and it was always a good thing to have a good relationship. They surrounded the Taoist priest with evil voices, reprimanded him for cheating money, and wanted to send him to the officials.

Seeing that there were more and more people around, Bai Ze quietly withdrew from the crowd while people were not paying attention and walked towards his small courtyard.

Although this person is the minion of the ghost king, the spiritual charm on his body is not deep, and it is not cost-effective to continue to pursue it. If you see an official, don't mention whether he will be punished, it is doubtful whether his half-demon body can survive under the shocking tree.

The ghost king is still old and spicy, and he did not appear in his real body to tell Bai Ze's fortune, but hid in the dark and secretly observed, and now the two sides have met, each has its own temptation, and the ghost king will attack soon.

However, Bai Ze also took precautions, the jade pendant on his body and the photoscope perfectly covered his breath, and the biggest killer pistol did not leak, so he was prepared to fight without defense, and the chance of winning was still there.

Bai Ze pushed open the courtyard door with a lot of worry, the yard was messy, the door lock had traces of prying, and Noble had disappeared, it seemed that he had run away.

When he opened the door of the house, there was no shortage of things inside, Bai Ze breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately he was vigilant in his heart, and locked the door when he went out. Otherwise, even if it was just tiger bone wine or black dog blood jar being broken, it would be a great loss.

Bai Ze immediately went to a nearby carriage and horse shop to write a letter to his hometown, telling him about Noble stealing property and running away. There is a slave contract at the end of the house, and he will report to the official for arrest.

In the letter, Bai Ze also sent back two silver tickets, regardless of the success or failure of the mission, if there is no accident, the body of Yu Gongzi will disappear, which means that Yu Ziyu's parents will lose their only son, and send two silver tickets that cannot be taken out, which can be regarded as a comfort.

On the East Street, people couldn't find Bai Ze, and without the bitter master, it naturally gradually dispersed. The Taoist priest was covered in footprints and dog blood, and the fortune-telling booth was also smashed, and he got up from the ground and couldn't help but moan.

The ghost king hated the black dog blood and other evil spirits the most, and the Taoist priest didn't dare to go to the ghost king like this, so he had to spend money to take a bath in the inn, change into a new Taoist robe, and then limp out of the city in embarrassment.

The Taoist priest gritted his teeth secretly, the ghost king and the monsters bullied him, that kid was just a mortal, and he dared to ride on his neck to, and he must let the ghost king drive the ghost to kill that kid tonight!

In a dilapidated Taoist temple full of barren grass on the outskirts of the city, the thin Taoist faced the ghost generals who were crammed with the Taoist hall, and the two spiritual qi switched back and forth between one person and one ghost.

The fortune teller slowly walked to this Taoist temple, took a look at it, and hurriedly retracted his neck, holding his breath and not daring to disturb at all.