"That's what you do first." A cold light shot out of Fan Shilin's eyes, pointed at him and scolded, "Uncle, do you really think that I, Fan Shilin, am a soft persimmon, can I let you rub it round and pinch it flat?" ”

Uncle Fan was so angry that he trembled, but he was helpless, and finally walked away.

At this time, Mrs. Fan had the opportunity to run over and touch his face, so excited that her face was full of tears: "Shilin, you, your head...... Got it back? ”

Fan Shilin's eyes became gentle, and he said, "Don't worry, it's been changed back, and the grimace behind it has disappeared." ”

Mrs. Fan burst into tears and said, "Great, great." ”

She turned around and came to Bai Zhou, grabbed her hands, and said with sincere gratitude: "Master Bai, I didn't know Taishan with eyes before, so you must not be like me." ”

Bai Zhou was a little unaccustomed to being so intimate with others, so he could only comfort him awkwardly.

It turned out that when there was a lot of trouble outside just now, Bai Zhou stabbed several big holes on the grimace's face with a steel needle, and the grimace screamed again and again, and the obviously small pinhole flowed out a lot of blood, dyeing the grimace red.

The grimace began to distort, getting smaller and smaller, and it glared at it unwillingly, "I won't let you go!" What I have suffered today will bring you back a hundredfold and a thousandfold! ”

After speaking, the face shrank suddenly, and disappeared, and Fan Shilin's head suddenly turned 360 degrees.

After a complete turn, the head had returned to normal.

And at the time of the previous treatment, in a certain room in Dashang City, the light was dim, and there was a strange altar inside.

The altar was painted with ancient and strange runes in cinnabar, and white candles were erected around it.

In the middle of the altar was a man sitting cross-legged, with Fan Shilin's head around his neck.

He was of short stature, and his handsome head was a little out of his way.

Directly opposite him sat a statue of a god carved out of wood, and I don't know what kind of god it was, but its head was movable, with an ugly face and distorted features.

Suddenly, scarlet blood began to gush out of the man's Yin Tang acupoint, staining his face red.

With a look of pain, he jerked his head back and let out a terrible scream towards the sky.

Then, blood gushed out from his other large points in turn, and with each broken acupuncture point, he let out a scream.

His face was contorted into a horrible appearance from the pain.

"No—" He let out an unwilling roar after blood flowed from the last acupuncture point, "I won't let you go!" What I have suffered today will bring you back a hundredfold and a thousandfold! ”

After saying that, the head of the statue of the god made a thud and turned 360 degrees, and the man's head also turned 360 degrees.

By the time his head had fully turned back, his head had reverted to its ugly and bald appearance.

This head is a good match for his body.

He clutched his head in pain and let out a roar: "Bastard! Bastard! I'm going to kill you! ”

At this moment, his mobile phone rang, and he glanced at it, and the word "Fan" was written on it.

He was furious in his heart, and when he clicked the answer button, Uncle Fan's angry shouting and scolding immediately came from there: "Black Buddha, what's the matter with you?" Didn't you say that your head swapping technique is very good? Why failed? I was almost killed by you today, do you know? I don't care what's going on on your side, I'm telling you, if it doesn't work out, I won't give you the final payment! You have to give me back the deposit, that's the rule. ”

When the Black Buddha heard this, anger rose from his heart and turned to his guts, and he hung up the phone without saying a word.

Dare not to give the final payment!

Dare to ask him to return the deposit!

Is it really when he is black Buddha made of mud?

For this, he almost died on the spot, and this person surnamed Fan dared to touch his moldy head.

Damn it!

He pulled a strand of hair from a small mahogany box.

Whoever comes to him to do an errand must keep a strand of hair, this is his rule.

As long as he has this strand of hair, no one dares not to pay the final payment, and no one dares to betray him to the Special Security Bureau.

This person surnamed Fan obviously doesn't understand the rules.

In this case, he let him know what the fate of provoking the occultist was.

Uncle Fan went home and was so angry that he threw the things in the house into a mess.

His wife was startled and said, "What's wrong with you?" Didn't it go well today? ”

"What kind of black Buddha is that, he said that he could change his head, but it turned out to be a charlatan, so I made my appearance all the best today!" Uncle Fan roared angrily, "Fan Shilin has already torn his face with me, he wants Wu'er to resign, otherwise he will hand over the things that Wu'er did to the police!" ”

"What?" Aunt Fan exclaimed, "It's all a family, why do you have to do it so desperately?" ”

"Hehe, he doesn't treat us as a family at all now!"

Aunt Fan said in horror: "Then what should I do? We Wu'er must not go to jail! ”

Uncle Fan gritted his teeth and said: "He is unkind, we are unjust, just find a killer and ...... him"