When leaving the dock, Zhang Wen finally cleaned up the vampires.

Some indifferent little vampire, he didn't bother to clean up.

Back at his lodgings, Jonathan was reading the newspaper.

Some time ago, the bearded Bill came to London, because he received the news that there were vampires in London, and Zhang Wen did catch a crazy vampire with little combat power and handed it to Bill for study.

Today, Evelyn and Bill are working together on mummies.

In the words of the bearded man, he is about to win the Nobil Peace Prize, and on the day he receives the award, he will take the stage with a photo with Zhang Wen.

Jonathan was still a little scared when he found Zhang Wen coming back.

There are ghosts in the room, and he has been killing vampires recently, in Jonathan's eyes, Zhang Wen is even more terrible than a murderer, a murderer just kills, he can even kill a ghost.

Although Jonathan didn't dare to take the initiative to chat with Zhang Wen, Zhang Wen noticed that there was something different on the back of the newspaper.

"What newspaper? I'll take a look," Zhang Wen said.

"This ......"

Jonathan wanted to refuse, but he didn't dare, so he could only obediently hand over the newspaper.

Zhang Wen took the newspaper handed by Jonathan.

Bill Emerson publishes papers about vampires, mummies and zombies, fantasizing about the jackpot being smashed on his head.

It's just that the situation is completely different from what Jonathan imagined.

His dissertation was criticized for being worthless, and some commented that the bearded man's research on zombies, vampires, mummies, etc., was nonsense.

Others think that his papers are suitable for serialization in newspapers and magazines.

And those photos with Zhang Wen, as well as with zombies and vampires, were even more ridiculed.

"I hope the bearded man won't be so depressed."

Zhang Wen returned the newspaper to Jonathan and said, "I'm ready to go." ”

"Let's go? Are you leaving? Jonathan's face was happy, but he realized that he didn't do it well, and immediately changed his expression: "When?" ”

"Just today." Zhang Wen said.

"Have a nice trip!"

If it weren't for Evelyn, Jonathan wouldn't have dared to share the same roof with Zhang Wen.

"Evelyn and Bill's side, I'm not going to go." Zhang Wen said: "If they have the opportunity in the future, they can also go to see me." ”

"Don't worry, I'll tell you!"

Holding a dog, carrying a box, carrying an umbrella.

Zhang Wen walked to the deserted street, the ginseng beads in his hand shone brightly, and even the people and dogs disappeared the next moment.

Gantian Town.

"It's been a long time since I've been back!"

Zhang Wen exhaled heavily.

One year is not a short time, after all, it has only been a few years since Zhang Wen crossed into this world.

"Why is everyone's expression solemn?"

In the era of war and chaos, conscription, war, petty theft, etc. will make the life of ordinary people more miserable.

Come to Fuxi Hall.

The door is open.

Looking inside, a white paper lantern was lit in the courtyard.

Xiao Hai and Ah Chu knelt on the ground wearing linen and filial piety.

"Xiaohai, Ah Chu, what's going on?"

Hearing the voice, Xiao Hai and Ah Chu were stunned, but when they saw Zhang Wen, they were still a little afraid to recognize each other.

Zhang Wen lived in London for half a year, although he didn't care much about his clothes, but a British trench coat, leather boots, etc., were still very eye-catching.

At first glance, it looks like a person who has returned from overseas has entered the door.

"Are you, Shinobi?" Ah Chu was surprised.

"Why are you dressed like this?"

"yes." Xiao Hai also nodded.

At the beginning, Zhang Wen was incognito in Gantian Town, with a scruffy beard every day, and he was unkempt.

Later, he regained his identity, but he didn't stay in Gantian Town for too long, and even the way he dressed then was the same as he is now.

"What's inside?"

Although Zhang Wen already had a guess, he still didn't want to believe it.

He hasn't heard of it yet.

It's Guilus, Zhang Wen has seen it, how could Mao Xiaofang die so early?

"Yes! Master! Xiaohai bowed his head.

Even Ah Chu, who usually talks a lot, also closed his mouth and lowered his head.

Zhang Wen walked to the front of the mourning hall.

Light three sticks of incense and insert them in the incense burner.

He bowed solemnly: "Daoist Mao, you once taught me spells, and you have the grace to teach karma, so you can go all the way." ”

The deceased is gone, no matter what, Mao Xiaofang's death cannot be reversed.

once used the Sun Golden Sutra in a vain attempt to reverse yin and yang, but what Zhang Wen got was contrary to his imagination.

He walked up to Xiao Hai and Ah Chu and squatted down and asked, "How many days has it been since Daochang Mao died?" And how did he die? ”

"It's been seven days, and he's died in the Mountain Temple."

Xiao Hai said: "Some time ago, the mountain temple outside Gantian Town suddenly released an evil light, and many people in Gantian Town were bewitched...... It's just that in the end, the master ran out of strength and died with the demons. ”

His voice choked:

"When the manpower is poor, the master's soul returns to the Dao Mountain, and it can be regarded as a wish."

"I see!"

Zhang Wen actually had a sense of absurdity, when he took shrimp as an apprentice and killed Lei Gang, it seemed that Gantian Town was peaceful, but he didn't expect it to lead to Mao Xiaofang's early death.

Fate is unpredictable.

"Mao Daochang is a person worthy of admiration."

Zhang Wen sat down.

"Ninja, what are you?" Xiaohai is strange.

Zhang Wen said: "Tonight's first seven souls, I still want to see Mao Daochang again!" ”

He was very vigilant in his heart, Mao Xiaofang is dead, is everything really over? At the beginning, he was helped by Mao Xiaofang, so he didn't want Mao Xiaofang to die in a daze.

"See Master?" Ah Chu didn't believe it, and asked, "The ghost sent to listen to the orders of the king of Hades, and will listen to us and let the master stay?" ”

But Zhang Wen is very confident: "Ordinary people can't do it, I may not be able to do it!" ”

Zhang Wen, who has been dealing with ghosts many times for a long time, also has the means.

He prepared the wine, bought the jars, and put eggs in the jars.

Then prepare a small stone mill and soak a pot of soybeans.

"When the devil comes in the evening, and you see the wine jar moving, you will burn the paper." Zhang Wen instructed: "When burning paper, the stone mill will rotate, so the paper burning money can't be stopped, do you know?" ”

Ah Chu was puzzled: "What is this for?" ”

"It's called having money to make the devil grind!" Zhang Wen pointed to the stone mill: "But if the burned paper money is broken, the ghost will definitely be angry, maybe it will ask for our lives at that time, with me, it's not a big problem, but Mao Daochang's soul will definitely be detained back to the underworld, so it won't be able to talk." ”

Xiao Hai and Ah Chu nodded, although they didn't understand why Zhang Wen had to chat with his master, but when they thought of seeing their master again, they directly agreed to Zhang Wen.

At night, the wind blows.

The paper money was lifted by the wind, obscuring the candle flame and scattering it all over the ground.

Xiao Hai and Ah Chu yawned even more, fell directly to the ground, and fell asleep!

The sound of heavy chains rang out.

"Open your eyes!"

Zhang Wen's eyes blinked, and the ghost in front of him gradually became clear from blurry.

Mao Xiaofang was already standing at the door of Fuxi Hall, and behind him stood a black and a white, one tall and thin, one short and fat, and two ghosts.