A hint of dodging flashed in the woman's eyes, and then her eyelids immediately drooped, and she denied it.

"I don't know."

Her appearance aroused my suspicions, but I didn't continue to ask, but digressed from the subject.

"Your grandfather has let the ghost haunt you, you are shouting here, what's the use."

Her eyes widened, and she quickly said, "Really?"

"Then you, do you have a way?"

Her attitude made me laugh.

"You've just met me, and if you change someone, I'll have to kill you today."

"What do you mean?"

I shook my head and didn't say anything more.

A few words from a stranger can convince her.

This reaction may seem strange, but it is not unusual if you know the doorway.

Sun Qilin's kind of gentleman with real skills is called Jin Hangma.

There is also a kind of deceitful magic stick, called hanger.

The hanger may not be at home, but the things calculated are basically all right.

After practicing their skills on the ground for so many years, they have long developed a set of skills to recognize people.

Just the woman in front of her, a few words from an outsider can make her believe in ghosts and gods.

In the eyes of the hanger, this person is called "thin skin and big stuffing."

The family is either an official or rich.

Only they would be so dependent on ghosts and gods.

"If you want your grandfather to live, listen to me."

"Good, good."

The woman nodded like garlic.

"Go to your house first, I have a way to save people."

I looked up at the female ghost, who had already put her hands on the man's shoulders.

I could clearly see that the balcony fence was shaking more and more.

Once the fence collapses, the man will surely fall into the flesh!

In desperation, I felt the wooden kitchen knife in my arms, pulled it out, and shouted at the balcony.

"*** have the ability, jump off now! See if I can chop you up!"

As soon as these words came out, the people around me looked at me like fools.

But the evil ghosts are afraid of the Han Dynasty, and this has been the case since ancient times.

At this juncture, scolding the street is definitely a good choice.

Besides, the evil in this world is somewhat afraid of things with blades.

Maybe the onlookers thought I was a fool, and I took a few steps inside, and they immediately flashed a clearing for me.

I picked up a piece of stubble on the ground, baked it over a fire, and drew a pattern on the ground that resembled a turtle shell.

"Yikes! Fu Xi Jia Fu!"

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly sounded behind me: "This man is sir!"

Turning my head, I looked at the old man who spoke suspiciously, "Do you know?"

"Acquaintance! My husband used to draw this thing!"

Before I could speak, the suspicions of the crowd had already emerged.

"Isn't this a haunting ghost?"

"yes, why don't you draw something here?"

……

Now that they've seen it, I'm going to have a showdown.

I raised the wooden kitchen knife above my head and shouted, "If you dare to do it today, I guarantee you won't have a chance to be reincarnated!"

I turned my head and looked at a shirtless man with a black apron.

Looking at the shiny apron on the strong man's body, I suddenly felt confident in my heart.

"Big brother, are you a meat seller?"

The strong man was stunned for a moment, and asked, "How do you know?"

I pointed upstairs, "It's up to you whether this man survives."

The strong man slammed his chest: "If you say so, I have to do this!"

"You squat and sharpen your knife, and sharpen your knife to kill pigs and cut meat!"

"Gotcha!"

Looking at the back of the strong man running away, I looked upstairs and snorted coldly.

The pig-killing knife is heavy, and the Fuxi armor is fierce.

Unless this female ghost upstairs, she wants to die together.

I bet she wouldn't, though.

If you want to kill him, wouldn't it be better to just push him down? What are you still grinding here?

I looked back at the woman and instructed.

"In a moment, you call him by name and let him go home for dinner."

"By the way, add your name."

The woman was stunned for a moment, and shouted tentatively, "Liu Hao, Zhang Yue asked you to go home for dinner."

"Is that right?"

"Yes."

The man was now fascinated, and his own family calling him by name could have some effect.

In this way, the two of us shouted all the way and ran all the way up.