Under Zhang Shiyi's management, Li Dakui's funeral was very successful, and all the relatives and friends who paid tribute to the remains sincerely praised the craftsmanship of this young boss.

If you don't look closely, you won't be able to tell that this human head is pierced out.

"Boss Zhang, thank you so much, so that my son can have a whole corpse."

The white-haired person sent the black-haired person, and the happy event and funeral were only a few days apart, and no one could bear it.

After arranging her son's funeral, Li's mother was also ill.

In a trance, I saw my son, who had no head, lying in front of her bed and asking her for his head.

The most terrifying thing is that almost everyone who attended his weddings and funerals had the same dream.

Li Dakui, who has no head, chases after him for a head.

Uncle Zhang, who sells fruits, is no exception.

Early in the morning, Zhang Shiyi looked at Uncle Zhang with two big black circles under his eyes, and he couldn't give up, people wanted to buy grapes, and he directly weighed several big grapefruits.

"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Shiyi felt that there was a problem, so he leaned over, but as soon as he got closer, he felt even more wrong, how could there be a yin qi on this Uncle Zhang's body.

"Eleven, that's thanks to you, come on, come on, uncle will give you a big watermelon."

Saying that, Uncle Zhang stuffed a durian into Zhang Shiyi's hand, and he bared his teeth.

"Uncle, this is a durian, not a watermelon, something is wrong with you today."

Seeing that there was no one around, Zhang Shiyi turned his head and silently recited the magic trick and opened the eye of the sky.

It doesn't matter if you don't open it, it's a shock when you open it.

The sunlight on Uncle Zhang's forehead was faintly about to go out at any time.

There are three rays of sunlight in the human body, and no matter which one is extinguished, it will definitely be haunted by evil, ranging from a serious illness to a small life.

The neighbors in the market treated him like relatives.

Until now, Zhang Shiyi still remembers Uncle Zhang's appearance of holding a watermelon knife for himself.

You must know that this Uncle Zhang is usually honest, and he can't kick an honest man with three feet, how much courage and determination he has made to confront those bad guys for himself.

The grace of dripping water should be reciprocated by the spring, Zhang Shiyi is a person who knows how to repay his kindness, how can this kind of thing not be careless.

"Uncle, come with me, fat aunt, help take care of Uncle Zhang's stall."

Without saying anything, he pulled Uncle Zhang to his shop.

"Hey, Eleven, what are you doing here, Uncle is fine, he should have a cold."

"Uncle, do you believe me?"

Zhang Shiyi's seriousness made Uncle Zhang a little overwhelmed.

"This child, you are just like my son, what do you believe or not?"

"Faith, just stand still!"

Zhang Shiyi didn't care about the shock, with a flick of his left hand, a yellow talisman appeared in his hand, followed by a silent recitation of the magic in his mouth, and pinched the sword finger with his right hand, only to see that the yellow talisman burned.

Uncle Zhang was taken aback.

"Huh~You're still magic~"

"Tea come~"

Zhang Shiyi didn't speak, stretched out his hand and a hot tea appeared in his hand out of thin air, put the burning talisman paper into the hot tea, and the yellow talisman disappeared in an instant, blending into the tea.

"Drink him."

Zhang Shiyi's tone cannot be questioned.

Although Uncle Zhang didn't understand what was going on, out of trust in Eleven, he also took the teacup and drank it all with a frown.

In the mouth of hot tea, there is no taste of paper ash, but a burst of fragrance.

Immediately after that, I felt a hot breath rising from the position of the lower abdomen, and I was sweating profusely, which was indescribably comfortable.

Zhang Shiyi looked at the yang fire on Uncle Zhang's forehead that had recovered as before, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Eleven, what kind of good thing is this, it's comfortable all over the body after drinking, can't this be the legendary talisman water that cures all diseases?"

People of Uncle Zhang's age are more likely to accept these strange things than young people.

"Uncle, you have a good memory, have you seen anything terrible recently?"

After Uncle Zhang recalled for a long time and finally told him about last night's nightmare, Zhang Shiyi knew that this matter might not be so simple.

Li Dakui, who lost his head, may have turned into a demon.

"Eleven, do you mean that my nephew is haunted? It's unlikely, he's an honest kid.

By the way, my sister is also sick, is it ......?"

This old man, who was nearly fifty years old, recalled the nightmare of last night, and his legs were also weakened with fright.

Hell~ That's not a joke!

"Uncle, don't worry, I've taken care of this matter, take me to see your sister now."

When he came to the community where Li's mother lived, Zhang Shiyi found that this Li Dakui's resentment was really not small, not only Li's mother, but also the neighbors were also sick.

It seems that he still underestimated this Li Dakui, this kid may not only turn into a ghost, but may even become a ghost!

Although Li Dakui died unjustly, the resentment in his chest is difficult to dissipate, but there is a debtor and a debtor, you can't be angry with these people who are good to you.

Yin Qi is riddled with yin qi, and it may be a headache and brain fever in a short time, and if it takes a long time to attract other evils, then these people will be unlucky.

This kind of good and bad ghost, Zhang Shiyi is not used to it at all.

After using Fu Shui to dispel all the yin qi on these people, Zhang Shiyi, under the leadership of Uncle Zhang, came to the new house where Li Dakui died.

Although the case has not been solved yet, after all, the blood is too oozing, and after recording the scene, this place has also been cleaned up.

However, Zhang Shiyi could still smell a smell of blood.

"Uncle Zhang, do you believe me?"

Zhang Shiyi asked this question to Uncle Zhang beside him again.

"This kid, what don't you believe in you, uncle."

"Well, since you believe me, then I will tell you that everyone is not sick, but haunted by the resentment of your nephew, so you will have the same dream."

"Ah~"

Uncle Zhang looked around the new house nervously, and his footsteps involuntarily retreated to the door.

"No, I can't, I'm very good to that kid Da Kui, how can he harm my uncle."

Uncle Zhang's voice trembled, and his expression was nervous.

Of course, this is all a normal person's reaction, who dares to say that he is not afraid of ghosts.

"Uncle, didn't you find that all the sick people are relatives and friends, you nephew, hum...... Oh no! ”

"So, what are we going to do?"

Uncle Zhang's performance is good, but he is riddled with ghosts, who is not numb.

"Uncle Zhang, tell your sister, I'll live here tonight, this terrible ghost, I'll help you over."

What Zhang Shiyi hates most is this kind of person who does not distinguish between good and good.

Even if you die unjustly, there is no need to anger your relatives, you have the ability to go to the Lord for revenge!

"Eleven, uncle knows that you are a capable person, when Zhang Changliu Daochang was alive, he was a god, you are his apprentice, and naturally he is also a little immortal.

But can I ask you something, uncle?

Da Kui, this kid is actually quite bitter, if, if possible, can you not destroy his soul, I believe that this time he is also unintentional......"

Ay~

This family is still too kind.