I didn't hear Tan Million talking to himself, otherwise Wang Yu would definitely persuade him: If you are sick, go to the doctor, blindness is also a disease, and the medicine can't be stopped!

Hearing the many exclamations from the Tan family behind him, Mao Shanming once again gave himself a thumbs up, this business is going to be sent!

"Oh, you don't know how to lift!"

Mao Shanming sneered with a serious face, and then began to pinch his handprints and recite incantations.

With the meager mana in his body and the many props he uses to cheat on weekdays, he really made a decent set of sassy operations for him.

After his trick of foolishness was over, he picked up the grapefruit leaves that had been prepared a long time ago and sprinkled some on the Tan family, suppressing the three fires on the Tan family a lot: "The grapefruit leaves are not haunted by ghosts and ghosts later."

Master Tan, since the ghosts in the new mansion refuse to come forward for peace talks, it seems that a vicious battle is inevitable, I will immediately go into the hall to collect them, you stay here for a while!"

As soon as the words fell, he looked like he was sluggish and cold, and the strong man was gone, carrying a peachwood sword, taking a small bowl of glutinous rice from the altar, and striding to the front of the hall of the new house and pushing the door in.

Through the open door, the Tan family and Ren Tingting saw a wonderful and unusual ghost hunting battle.

In the hall, two ghosts, one large and one small, wearing crane mending clothes, are almost inseparable from the killing of Master Maoshan Mingmao.

After a sound scene is a great fight, Mao Shan Ming and the two ghosts have won and lost each other, and the tables and chairs that were originally neatly placed in the hall are staggered and tattered under the damage to the pond fish.

Seeing this, Tan Million completely let go of the heart he was carrying.

Although Master Maoshan Ming hasn't taken down the ghost yet, people can really fight against ghosts!

Judging from the current situation, although Master Maoshan Ming is alone against two ghosts, he still has the upper hand.

I believe that in a few moments, this Master Mao will definitely be able to solve the big trouble that has been haunting him for many days in one fell swoop.

But facts have proved that blindness is disease, how could Maoshan Ming, who has the heart to make a lot of money, just stop like this.

Just when Tan Million was emotional, the younger of the two ghosts, the one who looked younger, 'took advantage of' Mao Shanming's inattention, and floated out of the hall in a puff of smoke, chasing after the Tan family and intimidating.

"Pick! This dead charlatan actually raises a little ghost, Wang Yu, do you want us to take this little ghost and expose his scam!"

Wang Yu and the others, who were standing on the wall of the courtyard, were not clear about what Mao Shanming was doing in the hall just now because they were in the wrong position.

But when the little ghost floated out of the hall, Wen Cai and Qiusheng, who had collided with the ghosts in the Tan family's new house, didn't know what routine Maoshan Ming was playing.

Raising ghosts is self-respecting.

That's right, there are such little ghosts in the ghosts of the Tan family's new house, but they definitely look different from this little ghost in the house.

Although the little ghost in the house chased the Tan family after the Tan family's buttocks, it didn't really hurt people.

This behavior made Wang Yu nod his head, it seems that although this Maoshan Ming's skills are sparse and ordinary, he still has a hand in raising ghosts.

It can actually make ghosts overcome their greed for the yang energy of the living!

After some chasing, the little ghost quickly gave up the inefficient chase and put the target of chasing and intimidation on Tan Million.

After all, I'm afraid that the Tan family's money is all on Tan Million, and if they want to make oil and water later, they still have to count on Tan Million?

So the little ghost in the courtyard left the others alone, and chased and killed Tan Million with a look of vowing to devour Tan Million alive.

This is okay, looking at the little ghost who followed his ass and was only one step away from him, Tan Million was so frightened that he shouted: "Master Mao Daochang, help, help me!"

was really chased by a ghost behind his ass, and Tan Million didn't care about any appearance.

begged Mao Shanming directly like his grandfather, hoping that Maoshan Ming, who was busy, could save him in the face of his employer.

In this regard, Mao Shanming, a liar, has long been accustomed to it.

After experiencing this kind of scene countless times, he would not reflexively rush out of the hall, and shouted directly in the hall: "Master Tan, it has reached a critical moment for me to subdue this big ghost, and I can't just give up so easily."

Do you have a silver ticket or an ocean or something?

The ghost thing is most afraid of Danzhu, and the red seal on the silver ticket is pasted on the ghost's face, which can temporarily fix it.

If you don't have a silver ticket, the ocean will do, and the silver will also have a restraining effect on ghosts.

As long as you keep throwing the ocean into the mouth of the ghost, you can temporarily fix that little ghost!"

Mao Shanming's words almost didn't make Wang Yu and the three people standing on the wall laugh.

Do you think that the silver ticket is a talisman, and you can fix the ghost by relying on the cinnabar on the seal?

Also, when did the ghosts fear silver? It is the Western vampires who are afraid of silverware!

Even though they all have a ghost word in their names, are you sure they're the same species?

Tan Million, who usually doesn't exercise much, was already sweating profusely, and after hearing the plan given by Mao Shanming, he subconsciously asked: "Is the silver ticket useful?"

But his honest body had already taken out the silver ticket he was carrying from the pocket of his cuff, and pulled out a 'snap' and stuck it on the imp's forehead.

Although he was still acting in the house, as soon as he heard the movement outside, Mao Shanming knew that his business was about to be completed again: "Master Tan, how many taels have you posted?"

He didn't even ask if Tan Million had thrown himself into the ocean, because he had never seen that rich squire put his hand in front of the ghost's mouth.

Although he felt that Mao Shanming's question was a bit clueless, Tan Million, who was short of oxygen in his brain, subconsciously replied to Mao Shanming's question: "Fifty oceans!"

Hearing the figure of fifty oceans, Mao Shanming frowned: "The Danzhu seal on the fifty oceans silver ticket is too small, and the effectiveness of fixing ghosts is probably not enough."

Master Tan, pay attention, that ghost is likely to move soon. ”

Mao Shanming was resentful of Tan Million's reward like a flower child at the beginning, how could he accept that he only earned fifty yuan for a fierce operation now.

Hearing his instructions, the little ghost who had pretended to stand still really returned to normal and continued to chase and kill Tan Million.

Hearing that he had to post money, Tan Million was shocked and angry, and he was used to being thrifty and asked bitterly: "Master Mao, you just said how many taels you want to post!"

"Han Xin points soldiers, the more the merrier. Master Tan or you're dealing with that little ghost for a while, I'll be able to do it in a while. ”

Mao Shanming, who made up his mind to take a handful of pits, opened his mouth directly.

People like him basically change places with one shot, and they are really not afraid to do things desperately.

As soon as he heard the words "the more, the better", Tan Million almost fell to the ground directly in front of him.