In the chaotic era of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, Master Tan can still earn a pot of gold, and he is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

He hated being deceived by others the most, and immediately promised to burn Yuanbao Mountain for the ghost family at home!

The female ghost in Western dress took her family and threw out Maoshan Ming, who could only use the three-legged cat Maoshan technique, and even the two little ghosts she brought did not let go......

Mao Shan Ming crawled out of Tanjia Village with a rolling belt, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, he knew that he was at a loss, he didn't dare to turn back and settle accounts, and he couldn't beat the family in Master Tan's house by calculating accounts, and he couldn't get rid of the family brought by a female ghost in Western clothes with spells!

He rested on the stone tablet outside Tanjia Village for a while, took out a silver yuan from his pocket, and showed a self-comforting smile: "Although I was beaten, it can't be said that I didn't gain anything, at least I got a silver yuan, and it was enough for us to spend several days with this......

The voice just fell.

Surrounded by yin qi, a figure of a twenty-year-old man wearing a Qing Dynasty official uniform burst out of the oil-paper umbrella in the package, with a playful expression on his gray face: "Uncle Ming, in fact, I am very lucky to be able to escape, I see that the ghost of the family living in Master Tan's house has no intention of asking for people's lives, otherwise, let alone you, we will also be sad......

Uncle Ming forcibly stiffened his mouth: "Ah, Dabao, after death, you really make yourself an official when you wear an official's costume?" Is this the only thing you can see clearly, and I'm not blind!

Forget it, don't go on nonsense, if you offend the local snake in Tanjia Village, you will definitely not be able to get along, so let's go to other villages to get some, hurry up and get into the umbrella so that no one can see you!"

The ghost who was called Dabao nodded, turned into a cloud of yin qi and escaped into the oil-paper umbrella.

Mao Shanming blew a breath of Yinyuan and put it to his ear to listen, showing a satisfied expression, leaving the range of Tanjia Village, crossing the river, crossing the hills, and getting colder and colder the more he walked. The oil-paper umbrella in his package moved, and Dabao's voice came out: "Uncle Ming, there seems to be a smell of people in front of you, be careful of bad people......

Footsteps faltered.

In the misty woods in the middle of the night.

Mao Shanming saw a girl who seemed to be in her early twenties standing in the middle of the road with a big bag on her back, he subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, it was urgent, this kind of place and time, can there be normal people?

He wanted to retreat, but he stepped on a dead branch under his feet, broken, Kacha, the voice was particularly loud in the silent night, and the girl in front of him slowly turned around, and actually held a shiny long sword in her hand......

This......

Mao Shanming secretly complained in his heart.

The sword was stained with blood, and he was sure it had been stained with human blood in the last two hours.

The girl looked at him, Mao Shanming looked at the girl, and the scene was a little embarrassing.

Damn, even if he can fight, he is a big man with a difference of seven feet and half an inch, and he can still be frightened by a girl who has not come out of the cabinet, and there are two ghosts in the oil-paper umbrella, Dabao and Xiaobao!

Thinking of this, Mao Shan Ming clasped his hands into fists and said with a smile: "In Xia Mao Shan Ming, passing through here on the way to kill demons at night, I was able to meet a girl in the wilderness, I am really lucky, heh, hehehe, if there is nothing to do, I will continue to move forward, you are busy with your business......

The sword-wielding girl looked at him, her brows furrowed, as if she remembered something.

The killing intent emanating from her body gradually weakened, and she looked at the other bag of things hanging from Mao Shanming's waist and said, "I wonder if you can make it convenient and ask the Taoist chief to show me the bag on his left waist?"

Mao Shan Ming was stunned, how did this sound so much like a roadblock robbery, but ...... You're so polite......

He touched the bag on the left, took it down, didn't dare to approach, and threw it directly: "It's just that I picked up a hare that died on the stump when I just crossed the hill, and the girl can see it if she wants, it's not a big deal."

Chen Chu used her sword to pick open the bag on the cloth bag, and sure enough, a soft gray rabbit was revealed, and she looked at the leaves in the palm of her left hand.

The sword cracked off the rabbit's head at once!

Seeing this, Mao Shanming said: "Girl, you are a little ......" What happened later made him swallow his words back at once.

I saw that the rabbit whose head had been cut off twitched all over, and something similar to a squirrel's tail emerged from the wound, and it squirmed a few times

Next, shoot out like an arrow and go straight to the girl's front door! Mao Shanming was shocked in his heart, hurriedly shouted to be careful, and slapped the oil-paper umbrella with his hand, and the yin qi surrounded the figure of Dabao and ran towards the strange tail......

The girl's face did not change, and the long sword cracked her tail from the bottom up.

Mao Shanming kept shouting, and the ghost Dabao only ran two steps away from the oil-paper umbrella, and he had the feeling of playing with a big knife in front of Guan Gong.

Only then did he see that there was a wild boar lying on the ground behind the girl, which was roughly estimated to be about a hundred pounds, this thing was very fierce and could bite a strong man alive, without a weapon trap, even if three or four men could not catch it, such a wild thing was actually killed by this seemingly weak girl.

The girl is none other than Fang Xiaoyi (Chen Chuchu) He tracked the breath of the thief Wang Ring here, and found that it was a wild boar planted with witchcraft in his body, and he was just about to leave, and he felt that the new breath was approaching, so he waited here, but he didn't expect to meet the third-rate warlock Mao Shanming and the two ghosts he brought with him.

Mao Shan Ming.

How to say it, you say he is bad, although he cheats to eat and drink, he never hurts people's lives, and he is also very self-aware.

There is a kind of lively atmosphere in the play, Chen Chuchu is not disgusted with his senses, at least much better than Uncle Jiu's so-called apprentice Ah Qiang......

Mao Shan Ming had a flexible mind, and he realized that the girl in front of him might be chasing something.

The rabbit didn't dare to ask for it, anyway, there was a silver yuan, starving to death, and clasped his fists with both hands: "Girl, good means, I Maoshan Ming is willing to worship the wind and admire it very much, so I will leave!" Summoning Dabao back, circling around Chen Qiqi, and speeding up his pace to walk inside!

Chen Chu spoke: "If you want to hurry, don't go to Lonely Village, it's very dangerous there!"

"Well, what the girl said is very true!"

Mao Shan Ming coped with it, the pace was faster, he had been to the lonely village a few years ago, although the folk style was a little stronger, but no matter how dangerous it was, it was not as dangerous as the girl in front of him, and he was relatively able to kill the existence of wild boars single-handedly, he still preferred to stay with the fierce villagers of the lonely villagers, and mix some food by the way.

When he was about to walk out of the woods, suddenly the fire flickered, and several people jumped down from the trees on both sides!

They didn't say a word, three or four steel knives were on Mao Shanming's neck, and one of them, a man with a slender body and glasses with wooden frames, smiled exaggeratedly: "Hahaha, you and that demon girl sneakily appeared in this big forest to discuss any bad things, hurry up and say it, otherwise, don't blame Captain Qiang for not recognizing my steel knife!"

Maoshan Ming was stupid, the steel knife of this glasses man had cut through the skin of his neck, and it was painful, but he didn't dare to move, damn, these people must be from Lonely Village, and they were not like this when they came a few years ago, and they suddenly became like mountain bandits! His heart is tight, the warlords are fighting, and the people are struggling to make a living, shouldn't these people fall into the grass!