The matter of opening the view temporarily falls on the shoulders of Peach, as for these things to find people and catch ghosts, let Hui'an and Jing'an, the brothers, do it.

I'm more concerned about who is the real buyer behind the mushrooms.

When Yang Hu was not busy, I dragged him to my side and gave a few simple instructions.

Duan Xu is a half-human, half-ghost, and he can't be fully trusted, but I have promised him freedom, so I can only let Yang Hu follow him in secret.

Any suspicious sign should tell me, and whether it is safe or not is an important clue.

Everyone was busy with their own work, and the day passed, and there seemed to be no wind and grass.

In the evening, Yang Hu hurried to my room.

He took out a small notebook from his bosom and told all the details word by word.

When he finished reading, he smiled: "It's a bit like a running account."

I hurriedly waved my hand, "This is what I need."

"So, do you hear anything suspicious?"

I couldn't help but smack my teeth: "You said that Duan Xu has been wandering around the streets today, and he has seen a few people in the middle, but he only said a few words, and he didn't move again."

"I think we've achieved our goal."

"How?"

I flipped through the notebook on my desk and looked at every word: "He's spreading the news out today."

"To him, we are the devil, and he would like to leave here immediately."

When I saw the last one, I closed the book again and analyzed, "Duan Xu is helping himself, but he only helps us indirectly."

Yang Hu's brows furrowed slightly: "I'm worried that he will leak secrets."

"I'm worried, brother." I smiled and reassured, "This kid has been frightened, and he doesn't dare to find reinforcements again."

Regarding this statement, Yang Hu nodded suspiciously, obviously still having doubts.

But I have a sense of proportion.

After such a long time, I have seen those who confessed, those who were beaten, and even the dead who died together.

Just like those people who carried sulfuric acid bottles on their bodies before, their eyes were full of fanaticism, and their excitement even made their eyes red.

But Duan Xu is not, he doesn't dare to look at me directly, this is a symbol of fear.

After Yang Hu went back, I walked slowly to the backyard.

Jing'an has been here for a whole day, from daytime to now, still fiddling in front of the altar.

I was watching here and I was distracted, when suddenly a voice sounded behind me.

"Master."

The cold appearance of someone really scared me.

I turned my head and saw that it was none other than Hui'an.

Hui An had a bulging blanket on his body, obviously prepared.

I looked at it a few times, immediately understood, and smiled, "Ready to work?"

Hui An patted the jacket: "The old man has to count!"

"Well, you're busy."

Hui An hurriedly blocked my way: "I just met me, so I'm sorry for you to take a look here."

"Huh?" I suddenly wondered, "The law is not exposed, and the skills are not passed on, is this inappropriate?"

"No, no, no." Hui An hurriedly waved his hand: "You are here, and you can be regarded as a fair, so as not to be difficult to define when you get it."

Tsk, Hui'an is full of desire to win.

At this time, I also had a plan in my heart, since Hui'an wanted to win so much, I would definitely help Jing'an when necessary.

The sharpness on Hui An's body is still there, and once he raises his head again, he may have to press me down.

I sat down directly on the big rock next to me, "Since you don't have to worry about letting me see it, then I will definitely be a qualified referee."

A simple altar was quickly set up in front of Hui An, and unlike Jing'an, Hui An only had a set of five-color flags and an everlasting lamp in front of him.

This set of equipment is basically the same as when we first met.

Hui An sat cross-legged, crossed his hands and pinched the trick, each time with the sound of whirring wind.

"Bang!"

With a flick of his wrist, the ever-bright lamp in front of him instantly burst into flames.

The flame was large and drop-shaped, about the size of a thumb to the touch, and I was a little shocked that the flame did not mess with the wind.

For charlatans, igniting a fire in the air is not a difficult task.

The fake Taoist priest used phosphorus powder, and the fire was no different from usual.

The true Taoist priest uses the true qi to light the lamp, which is not a candle, but the true qi in the body, so that the wind can not be extinguished.

Hui An is showing off his skills with me, and he wants to tell me that there will be an answer before his true qi runs out.