"Alas......" Wang Dajun stared at the relict image for a long time, and finally, with a dejected sigh, he took out two fresh green wickers from the toolbox and stuffed them into my hands, "To be honest, tonight may not be as easy as I thought, I don't know what you can do, when the time comes, you take this, if I don't have time to help you, you use this to fight ghosts, it should be able to delay a little time." ”

Originally, I thought that following Wang Dajun, I was quite confident in my heart, but after listening to these words, I looked at the two shabby wicker sticks in my hand, and suddenly felt that I was dead.

I raised the wicker in my hand in annoyance, and said to Wang Dajun bitterly, "What can this wicker be for?"

"This is all prepared by me in advance, and it is of great use!" Wang Dajun couldn't be idle for a moment, so he took a basin of cold water with a broken basin, put it next to my wheelchair, and explained, "Willow branches dipped in water to fight ghosts are like cowhide whips dipped in salt water to beat people!"

This cowhide whip dipped in salt water beats people, and it is often seen on TV that prisoners who extract confessions will use this trick, this cowhide whip is stained with salt water, the whip is heavy, and it hurts more when the salt water seeps into the wound, which is even more painful, and this sourness can not be described in words.

I didn't expect that the wicker stained with water can also have this effect, after listening to the words of the army, and then looking at the wicker in my hand, I actually felt that it was a lot more domineering, and it was no longer so shabby.

I waved the wicker in my hand and said, "Such a cow, then labor and management are not afraid of anything!"

Wang Dajun was not as optimistic as me, he lowered his head and rummaged in his toolbox, and said worriedly, "I hope this matter has little to do with Ren Mingshan, otherwise I can't say if I can return it tonight!"

It's this Ren Mingshan again...... How can it have nothing to do with him, there is a weirdness with Fu Xiaoying's parents on the bus, and the body of this old man who committed perjury went to the Nantang Crematorium first, and then he turned it over, and it must have something to do with him.

Looking at Wang Dajun's appearance, he is still a little jealous of this Ren Mingshan, could it be that this Ren Mingshan's ability is greater!

If that's really the case, then Uncle Liu didn't call me and the army to send me to death......

I almost died in the hands of Ren Mingshan last time, and this time I finally got the opportunity, and I must ask Wang Dajun clearly, what kind of character this guy is.

I inserted the wicker into the side of the wheelchair and asked tentatively, "I heard that this Ren Mingshan also worked at the Qiaoshan Crematorium before, who is he and is he so powerful?"

The army's action of tossing the box paused, and he said with a sad eyebrow, "This person has bad scheming, so he can go through some crooked ways, and his methods are strange and tricky, I'm afraid that Uncle Liu will have some trouble with him!"

, I always thought that Uncle Liu was the **oss of the "ghost hunting team" of Qiaoshan Crematorium, but I didn't expect Ren Mingshan to be able to fight against Uncle Liu at a young age, and he was really a powerful person.

I threw the wicker on the ground in frustration, and pushed the wheelchair with difficulty to leave, "Then what are we doing here?" Didn't I say, this matter must have something to do with Ren Mingshan, Uncle Liu is not an opponent, let's be cannon fodder here?"

Wang Dajun looked at me and shook his head helplessly, walked over with a quaint purse, grabbed my wheelchair and pushed me back, picked up the wicker and reinserted it into the side of the wheelchair.

"Don't worry, even if you fight for my life, you won't have anything to do with it. Wang Dajun patted his left shoulder, opened the purse, poured out a handful of ancient coins, bent down and forcibly inserted the ancient coins into the stone slab one by one, around me and the basin just in a circle, after doing all this, the army got up and went to the toolbox and poured it up, and did not forget to tell me, "Don't come out here when the time comes, no matter how fierce the ghosts are, they won't dare to rush in, but try not to speak to anger them." ”

In this way, I am much more relieved, but I am still a little worried about Wang Dajun, "What about you?"

The army waved his hand, carrying the toolbox and walking towards the door, "You don't care about me, it's still early, I'll go to the outside of the yard to set it up, you stay." ”

The next time was torment, every minute and every second, and after Wang Dajun had arranged everything, it was already more than ten o'clock in the evening, and after twelve o'clock, the ghost of the old man who picked up garbage could come back at any time.

Wang Dajun filled the place he had stepped on with new flour, pulled a stool and sat firmly in front of the old man's posthumous appearance, closed his eyes and recuperated, waiting for the ghost to appear.

Although I was so sleepy, I didn't dare to sleep, so I insisted on staying in the array that the army had set up for me and waiting for time.

Twelve o'clock came early, the old man's ghost had no sign of appearing, just when I thought the old man would not come back, closed my eyes and was about to rest for a while, Wang Dajun's voice suddenly sounded, "It's coming!"

I opened my eyes suddenly, not daring to take a breath, looking at the only exit of this house, one after another shallow and round marks appeared on the flour-covered ground, and walked towards Wang Dajun at a uniform speed.

I heard that ghosts walk on tiptoe, so you can only see half of this footprint......

Wang Dajun held the red line in his hand, stared at the footprints on the ground approaching him, and when the footprints were half a meter away from him, he rushed forward step by step, quickly wrapped the red line in his hand in the air several times, took out the talisman in his pocket and threw it out steadily.

Then a short and hunchbacked old man with a bleeding head, a pale face, a dull gaze, wearing a shabby gray vest, appeared, red threads wrapped around his body in a mess, and a yellow charm on his forehead.

Wang Dajun's movements in his hands did not stop, his hand brushed over the cuffs, pulled out the silver needle pinned to the cuffs and pierced the top of the ghost's head, and asked sharply, "Say, how did you die?"

The frame of the photo of the dead on the "click" table suddenly burst, the red thread tied to the ghost's body suddenly broke, and the charm attached to the ghost's forehead was burned to ashes by the black fire that came out of nowhere.

The ghost of the old man who picked up garbage was mutated because of this needle, and his stiff grin, revealing a mouth full of sharp black teeth, and his dull and deep-set eye sockets turned upward, full of white and filled the sockets, and the pupils could no longer be seen.

I saw the ghost's blue nails swell to about ten centimeters in an instant, and my dry hand waved towards the neck of the army, and I was in a hurry, forgetting the army's instructions, and shouted, "Be careful!"

"It's a ghost!" The army's face changed, and he nimbly avoided the ghost's attack, grabbed the peachwood sword and grain that had been prepared on the table, and threw a handful of grain at the demon, who took several steps back as if he had been shot.

The army took the opportunity to swing the peachwood sword and stab at the evil ghost, and said disdainfully, "After so many years of healing ghosts, can you still not know where your life is?"