It didn't take long for several people to leave one after another, and no one wanted to say anything more, and none of them seemed to want to have anything to do with that incident.

Minghuazi picked up the wine jug, shook her head and walked to Mr. Teaching's desk and sat down, poured a glass of wine for him, and then asked, "Sir, can you tell me more about that incident a few years ago?"

The man was stunned for a moment, and after feeling that the appearance of the old man in front of him was unfamiliar, although he did not react with surprise and disdain like the other people on the way here, his expression also became a little hesitant.

Ming Huazi was not in a hurry, and waited for Mr. to reply.

Mr. Jiaoshu stared at the churning hops in the wine cup, stretched out his hand and picked up the wine cup with some trembling eyes, took a shallow sip, calmed down, and looked at the old man Hanako carefully, and said, "Your Excellency is not like a local. ”

Minghuazi replied with a smile on his face: "I was passing by here, and I heard that there was something strange, so I came in to listen." ”

In the eyes of ordinary people, Mr. Private School is a ninth-rate business, and beggars are naturally low-ninth and must be at the bottom. But the teacher didn't seem to care about these at all, but was polite to the beggar in front of him.

Although the gentleman hesitated, he still spoke: "That incident happened a few years ago. At the beginning, there was a big family surnamed Ao in the ancient town, who was rampant and domineering in this town, and did a lot of things to bully men and women. ”

Minghuazi listened carefully, and did not urge.

Mr. Teaching said with a wry smile: "The lords of the government are all bought by the Ao family, so naturally they will not care about these things, but will help the abuse." Over time, the town either curry favor with the Ao family or be bullied by the Ao family. ”

It wasn't until later that the Ao family seemed to have suffered a curse, and all the old and young families and maidservants were slaughtered overnight. Regardless of whether you do bad things or not, as long as you are in the Ao family's ancient mansion that night, it is a dead word. Later, I heard that the methods of the attackers were extremely cruel, and every wound was tattered, which was not like what ordinary people could do. He also left the town afterwards. "Such a cruel and bloody thing should have been mentioned with some disgust. But after Mr. Teaching finished speaking, he smiled with a little contempt in his eyes.

Ming Huazi listened to it sincerely, and was also pondering, and asked again: "Slaughter all the doors, and the resentment is deep." It is not impossible to die and turn into an evil ghost. But I'm curious as to why there are 'people' who take care of such things. When talking about people, he deliberately tapped the desktop with his fingers.

Mr. Teaching was silent for a moment before gritting his teeth and replying fiercely: "That family is innocent, that person has only done good deeds, and he can be regarded as a great benefactor of the town, and the people will be relieved from then on." It's just that the house was rumored to be haunted, and then a woman was lost last year, and it was suspected that the family had not changed, and the people went to the ancient house in groups to check it, but they found nothing. ”

The sound of "pop" came from the counter, and the bartender was even more frightened when he heard the two discussing the matter, and his hand slipped, and a stack of wine cups fell to the ground, shattering.

This sound seemed to remind Mr. Teach, and he stood up and prepared to leave.

Thanks to Ming Huazi, she asked the last sentence first: "How to go to that family's ancient house?"

The bartender hid at the counter in fright, and Mr. Teaching was also shocked, but he was still calm, and he guessed in his heart that the old man in front of him was not like the low-end beggar who ate yin rice in the lower ninth rate, so he pointed in a rough direction.

Minghuazi's mouth was ugly, and she smiled, and she had already strode out of the tavern and went in that direction.

Mr. Teaching looked at the old man's back, staggering, stumbling, not in shape, and he didn't know whether this was a superior or an idler.

A dilapidated mansion near the edge of town.

Ming Huazi looked up and saw that the plaque had been planted, hanging diagonally in front of the door, with two big characters written on it. Through the gate, you can see several tall willow trees. stepped forward and pushed it with both hands, and the door was pushed open with a strange "squeak", and the thick dust on the door was oncoming.

Ming Huazi raised her hand and posed it in front of her a few times, only to see that the courtyard had been shaded by the shade of the trees. Taking a step forward, he suddenly felt a deep evil aura in the courtyard, and immediately invaded him, and he did not avoid it, and continued to walk leisurely.

"Is there anyone?" After a while, there was still no response.

"It's okay to have a ghost, come out for Lao Tzu. Ming Huazi roared, and the evil qi that surrounded him was directly dispersed by this roar.

A pale hand quietly reached behind Hanako, an old man who entered the door.

Ming Huazi was disgusted by such an inferior and rough sneak attack, gathered spiritual power with five fingers, and threw it into the courtyard with his backhand.

A ghost maid with a pale face was thrown to the ground and knelt on the ground in a panic, not daring to make any more moves.

"Shameful little, you can't clean up a stinky food, what's the use of asking you. The door to the main hall was blown open by a gloomy air, and a man and a woman stepped out of it.

It was the hostess who spoke, and she looked a little bit good, but even if you look at it, you can see that this is a bitter and mean look.

The man's face was full of meat, his eyes were vicious, the flesh on his face wrinkled slightly to the bridge of his nose, he held up his fat belly, raised his foot and kicked at the servant girl who was kneeling on the ground, and scolded in his mouth: "Waste things, living is waste, dead is still waste." ”

The ghost maid screamed and begged for mercy, but was trampled under the feet of the male ghost.

Ming Huazi watched the ghosts fight ghosts with great interest, and the evil ghosts bullied the ghosts, to put it bluntly, they were the second to the bottom of the ghost rankings and the first to bully, it was funny to think about.

Minghuazi picked up the wine gourd and just took a sip, seeing that the male ghost kicked the maidservant girl in the air, he almost fell backwards, and was supported by the female ghost to stand firm, and a sip of wine sprayed directly to the ground, laughing.

The male ghost was annoyed and angry, and ordered the maidservant to pester the old man again. The maid got up, although there was grievance and reluctance in her eyes, but under the threat of her master, she still walked towards the old man step by step.

"Hurry up!" The female ghost who had been watching suddenly knocked the maidservant girl towards the old man from behind at this time. And these two evil ghosts shot together at this time, closely following the Yin Spirit.

Ming Huazi glanced at it disdainfully, and there was no pinching in his hand, so he stabbed it directly with his sword finger, and a bright white thunder light emerged directly from his fingertips, running through the handmaid's shoulder, and shooting directly at the evil ghost behind.

Then the figure bypassed the maidservant, and when the two evil ghosts were panicking and dodging, one in each hand, grabbed the necks of the two ghosts. The two spirit talismans were deeply imprinted like soldering irons, and then with a flick of his hand, he threw them into the main hall of the mansion.

The two demons knew that they had hit a nail back and forth, and they had plans to look at each other. The next moment, a large amount of yin qi gushed out from the ground in the courtyard, and one by one the heads poked out of the ground, pale and smeared with blood-red ghost slaves.