"Yes, yes, but, a few masters, can you give me ten copper plates first?" the middle-aged man nodded, stretched out a hand, and said with a sneer.

"Can't we give it tomorrow when we leave?" said the man in blue with a frown, a little displeased.

"Hehe, the small ones live far away, I don't know when the old men will leave, or it's better to give money now," the middle-aged man said with a smile.

"Forget it, isn't it just ten copper plates? Here you go, quickly bring some food, I'm dying of hunger," the man in Tsing Yi took out ten copper plates, handed them to the middle-aged man, and urged.

The middle-aged man's face was happy, he accepted ten copper plates, walked into a room quickly, and when he came out, he was holding a wooden basin in his hand, and there were several sweet potatoes in the wooden basin.

The man in Tsing Yi immediately picked up a sweet potato, peeled it and ate it.

"A few masters, these sweet potatoes shouldn't be enough for you to eat, I'll go get you some more," After speaking, the middle-aged man put down the wooden basin and turned to leave.

Chen Qiusheng and the three of them also picked up a sweet potato and ate it, while Wang Changsheng walked into the two rooms to take a look and found that there was only a wooden bed in the room, not even a futon.

Fortunately, it's not cold yet, and it's nothing without bedding.

It didn't take long for the middle-aged man to return to the yard with a package containing a dozen steaming sweet potatoes.

"Hey, this master, why don't you eat it!" the middle-aged man said curiously to Wang Changsheng.

"I'm not hungry now, I'll eat again at the party, okay, there's nothing for you here, you go back and rest!" Wang Changsheng shook his head and said lightly.

The middle-aged man nodded, turned around and walked outside the courtyard, but he hadn't walked a few steps, turned around again, hesitated slightly, and said, "Well, a few masters, if you hear anything at night, don't pay attention to it, well, it's best not to get close to the plantain forest behind the yard." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged man turned around and walked out of the courtyard.

"You want to scare me with ghosts again, I don't believe it!" the man in Tsing Yi smiled contemptuously and said disapprovingly.

When Chen Qiusheng heard this, his expression moved, he glanced at Wang Changsheng, and found that Wang Changsheng's face was calm, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

The man in blue and the young man in the Confucian shirt chuckled, not taking the middle-aged man's words to heart.

Wang Changsheng raised his eyebrows, thought about it for a while, and walked out quickly.

Wang Changsheng came to the back of the courtyard, stared at the plantain forest, let go of his senses, and swept towards the plantain forest unceremoniously.

After a while, Wang Changsheng withdrew his divine sense, his face softened, he used his divine sense to carefully sweep the plantain forest, and did not find anything unusual, it seems that the ghost thing is just a rumor, and it should not be true.

Wang Changsheng thought about it for a while, let go of his divine sense, and swept the entire village, and after finding nothing unusual, Wang Changsheng withdrew his divine sense, turned around and returned to the courtyard.

"Brother Changsheng, there are two rooms here, Wen Xuan and I live in the smaller room, you and Brother Qiusheng and the two of them live in the other room!" said the man in blue pointing to the two rooms.

In this regard, Wang Changsheng did not object, and nodded in response.

At this time, the sky had completely darkened, Chen Qiusheng lit a candle, and by the weak candlelight, he reviewed his homework, and the two men in blue were no exception, and they also took out books to review their homework.

Along the way, as long as they have time, the four of them will take out books to review their homework, and they are very diligent, and Wang Changsheng is no longer surprised.

Wang Changsheng didn't disturb Chen Qiusheng and the others to review their homework, he sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes and rested.

At that time, in the dead of night, the village was dark, the villagers had rested early, and two faint candles could be seen in the courtyard where Wang Changsheng and the five people lived, and there was a sound of Lang reading aloud from time to time.

Inside the room, the man in blue held a scroll in his hand, shook his head, and recited in a low voice:

There is a rank of Sihu.

Shen Xi Wujiang, and Les.

It is clear and clear, and I think about it.

There is also a soup, both the precept and the peace·······

"Woo, give me back my life, give me back my life," a mournful woman's cry suddenly came into the ears of the man in blue.

"Wen Xuan, did you hear anything?" the man in blue frowned, turned his head and asked the man in green clothes.

"Voice?" the man in Tsing Yi shook his head.

"Did I mishear?" the man in blue raised his eyebrows and muttered to himself.

He put down the scroll in his hand, but he didn't hear what he had just heard.

"I guess I heard it wrong," the man in blue nodded, picked up the scroll, and began to read:

There is no word, and there is contention.

Sui my eyebrows, Huang Qi boundless.

About the wrong balance, eight luan partridges······

"Woo woo, give me back my life, give me back my life," a mournful woman's cry sounded again.

The man in blue put down the scroll in his hand for the first time, turned his head to look at the man in green clothes, and asked with a solemn face:

"Wen Xuan, did you hear that?"

"I think I heard someone crying?" said the man in Tsing Yi with a slight frown, a little uncertain.

"Woo, give me my life, give me my life," the miserable woman's cry sounded again.

Hearing this, the faces of the man in blue and the man in green changed, and after a little hesitation, the two put down the scroll and walked out quickly.

When the two walked into the courtyard, they found that Wang Changsheng and the three were also there.

Wang Changsheng was fine, his face was calm, Chen Qiusheng's expression was a little panicked, and the young man in the Confucian shirt was a little nervous.

"Brother Wen Cai, Brother Wen Xuan, did you hear any sounds?" Chen Qiusheng asked a little nervously.

"I heard it, it seems that someone is shouting for my life," the man in Tsing Yi nodded, his face a little solemn.

"There can't really be ghosts, right?" the man in blue hesitated for a moment, glanced left and right, and said a little nervously.

"Brother Wencai, you can laugh at it! There are no demons and monsters in this world, you won't really believe the lies made up by that villager! I see! Maybe someone is pretending to be a ghost," the man in Tsing Yi chuckled lightly and said disapprovingly.

"But in the middle of the night, who would come here to pretend to be a ghost? Or let's get out of here! Find a villager's house, borrow it for the night, and give it a few more copper plates," the young man in the Confucian shirt suggested.

"Brother Han Mingxian is right, why don't we go to other villagers' homes to borrow a night! Don't lose your life for a few copper plates, it's a big deal, just save some flowers in the future," the man in blue nodded, and then echoed.

"Brother Changsheng, what do you think?" the man in Tsing Yi thought for a moment and asked Wang Changsheng.

"If there is really a ghost, we may not be able to get rid of this ghost if we go to other villagers' homes, if there are no ghosts, why should we run to other villagers' homes to live?" Wang Changsheng smiled slightly and said slowly.

Ghosts belong to yin, and they are born with a cold atmosphere, mortals may not feel it, Wang Changsheng is an immortal cultivator, and he has seen real ghosts, if there are ghosts close to the courtyard, he will feel it as soon as possible.

Wang Changsheng let go of his divine sense the moment he heard the woman's cry, but he only found the breath of three mortals, and did not find the slightest cold breath, which showed that most of them were pretending to be gods, as for who it was and its purpose, Wang Changsheng did not know.

"Brother Changsheng said, that's right, if there is really a ghost, let's go and take a look! I don't do anything bad in my life, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night," the man in Tsing Yi nodded, agreeing with Wang Changsheng's opinion.

"If there really is a ghost, what should I do? Why don't you leave here quickly and go to other villagers' houses to spend the night!" the young man in the Confucian shirt shook his head, looking a little frightened.

"Brother Han Mingxian, if that ghost really wants to harm you, if you run to other villagers' houses, won't it catch up with you and harm you?" If you want me to say, most of them are pretending to be ghosts," At the end, Wang Changsheng glanced at the earthen wall on the left side seemingly unintentionally.

"Brother Changsheng is right, Brother Han Mingxian, if you are afraid, follow us, if there is really a female ghost, you can run first," the man in Tsing Yi nodded and opened his mouth to suggest.

"I also agree with Brother Changsheng's opinion, is there a ghost, let's go and see it?" Chen Qiusheng rolled his eyes, touched the jade pendant on his chest, and nodded in agreement.

Three of the five people agreed, and even though the man in blue and the young man in the Confucian shirt were a little reluctant, they still followed Wang Changsheng and the three out of the courtyard together.

Wang Changsheng walked in the front, the man in Tsing Yi and Chen Qiusheng followed behind Wang Changsheng, and the young man in Confucian shirt and the man in blue walked in the back.

After a while, the five of them came to the back of the courtyard, but they didn't see any figures.

"Brother Han Mingxian, you see what I said is right! There are no ghosts at all, all this is just your auditory hallucination!" The man in Tsing Yi turned his head, pointed to the plantain forest behind the courtyard, and said to the young man in Confucian shirts.

The young man in the Confucian shirt nodded, his face eased, he smiled bitterly, and was about to say something, but the next moment, his face changed greatly, a layer of fine sweat broke out on his forehead, he pointed to the plantain forest, and said with a frightened face: "Ghost, there is ······ Ghosts. ”

When the man in Tsing Yi heard this, a look of disdain flashed in his eyes, but when he turned his head and looked in the direction pointed by the young man in the Confucian shirt, his face changed and his expression became a little nervous.

Looking in the direction pointed by the young man in the Confucian shirt, a red figure appeared thirty or forty meters away from Wang Changsheng's five people.

The red figure was disheveled, and the sky was dark, so it was impossible to see the appearance of the figure at all.

"Woo woo, give me back my life, give me back my life," the red figure let out a terrible cry, which made people a little frightened.

"Brother Changsheng, see it, there are really ghosts, let's go quickly!" The young man in the Confucian shirt heard the miserable screams of the red figure, his legs trembled, and he opened his mouth to urge.

"Seeing is believing, hearing is false, Brother Changsheng, you have also seen it, there are really ghosts, let's leave quickly!"

"Sometimes what you see with your eyes may not be real, is it a real ghost, don't you know if you try it?" Wang Changsheng chuckled and said lightly.

"This... After all, we haven't provoked it yet, and if you try to provoke it, none of us will have any good fruit to eat," the young man shook his head and said worriedly.

"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you," the red figure said with some grief and indignation, only to see its two long sleeves flick away.

With two "whoosh" and "whoosh" sounds, two long bamboos flew out of the plantain forest and landed three or four meters in front of Wang Changsheng and the others.

"It's not good, Brother Changsheng, that ghost is angry, let's go quickly, don't stay here," the man in blue's face changed drastically, and hurriedly urged.

"Yes, Brother Changsheng, let's go! I won't be able to leave when it's too late," the young man in the Confucian shirt turned very pale and sweated profusely.

"If you're afraid, go back to the house and rest first, Qiusheng, Wenxuan, you can watch and see how I caught that female ghost," Wang Changsheng said this, his right hand flung to the ground, and several yellow lights disappeared into the ground.

With that, he walked briskly towards the red figure.

Seeing Wang Changsheng coming, the red figure didn't say a word, turned around and ran towards the banana forest behind him.

But before it had run a few steps, its feet went limp, and its body sank.

Seeing this, Wang Changsheng stomped his right foot on the ground, and after a few shakes, he appeared next to the red figure.

"Isn't it fun to pretend to be a ghost?" Wang Changsheng looked at the red figure whose body was trapped in a huge sand pit, and said lightly.

"I'm going to kill you," the red figure let out an angry roar, and the long sleeves of his coat flung towards Wang Changsheng.

Wang Changsheng stretched out his right hand forward, and as soon as he closed it, he grabbed the red sleeve in his hand, and pulled it hard, and dragged the red figure out of the sand pit.

The red figure was a middle-aged woman dressed in red with a disheveled head.

"Hands over your two accomplices! Otherwise, I don't mind killing you," Wang Changsheng glanced at the plantain forest and said lightly.

"Da Long's father, Erhu, you guys are coming out quickly, you're going to go," the middle-aged woman looked a little frightened when she heard Wang Changsheng's words, and hurriedly shouted loudly at the banana forest.

"Don't touch my mother-in-law, I'll come out now," a rough voice came from among the plantain trees.

It didn't take long for two men dressed in white to rush out of the plantain forest, one of the men was the black-faced man Wang Changsheng had seen before, it was he who told Wang Changsheng that the five of them had ghosts here, but now it seems that it was just a lie he deliberately made up in order to grab business with Hu Er.

Seeing this scene, Chen Qiusheng and the four of them were dumbfounded, and when they got closer, they also recognized the black-faced man.

"It turned out to be you, I said why did you keep telling us that there was a ghost, it turned out that the ghost was pretended to be you," the man in blue said with some anger.

"Hmph, I'll just say it! There are no demons and monsters, you are pretending to be this ghost," the man in Tsing Yi snorted lightly and sneered.

Seeing that the red figure was pretending to be a living person, the tense face of the young man in the Confucian shirt eased and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Chen Qiusheng also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmph, what if we pretend, who made you want to live in Hu Er's house," the black-faced man snorted lightly and said indifferently.

"So, is it reasonable for you to pretend to be a ghost?" the man in blue scoffed.

"You don't care if I care about it or not, let go quickly," the black-faced man stepped forward and grabbed the sleeve of his coat that was holding Wang Changsheng's hand.

"Let go of my sister-in-law," said a short, stocky man who was the companion of the black-faced man, with some displeasure

"I'm not interested in knowing why you're pretending to be a ghost and scary, where are you coming from and where are you going, don't disturb our rest again," Wang Changsheng let go of his palm, glanced at the black-faced man and the short and fat man, and said in an unquestionable tone.

"Hmph, let's go, what's the big deal," the black-faced man snorted lightly, picked up the middle-aged woman, and walked into the distance.

"Brother Changsheng, you are too generous, if you want me to see it, you should arrest them and send them to the government for disposal," the man in blue looked at the back of the black-faced man and said with some anger.

"That's it, this kind of person should be reported to the official to arrest them, maybe they were the ones who died in that Hu Er's family before," the man in Tsing Yi nodded and agreed.

Hearing these words, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the black-faced man who had not gone far.

"Okay, don't talk about these angry words, it's not too early, let's go back and rest! We have to hurry tomorrow!" Wang Changsheng glanced up at the sky, spoke, and after speaking, he walked back along the way he came.

Seeing this, Chen Qiusheng and the four of them hurriedly followed.

Being made such a fuss by the black-faced man, Chen Qiusheng and the four of them were also a little tired, and they fell asleep when they returned to the house.

Half an hour later, two black shadows suddenly appeared outside the courtyard, and they were the two black-faced brothers.

"Brother, let's just scare and scare people, there's no need to kill!" said the short and fat man with some hesitation.

"Hmph, didn't you listen to them? If you go to the police and arrest us, your nephew is only three years old, if the three of us are arrested by the government, who will raise your three-year-old nephew, even if they don't report to the officials, who can guarantee that they won't tell us about pretending to be ghosts and scary people when they leave, if they let the people in the village know that we are pretending to be ghosts and scary people, and others don't say it, Hu Er will be the first to finish with our brothers," the black-faced man explained in a low voice.

"But these are five lives, in case someone else knows about it······" The short and fat man was still a little hesitant.

"Don't worry, others won't know, now they must have fallen asleep, let's set a fire, we will definitely be able to burn them to death, when the time comes, it will be said that it is a ghost fire, anyway, everyone in the village knows that this yard is haunted, they will definitely not suspect it, burn Hu Er's house, there will be a lot of business tourists who will stay in our house in the future, the money saved, brother will take it to tell you a family business, if you don't want to marry a daughter-in-law, then go back, I will do it myself," said the end, the black-faced man's expression was a little displeased.

"Okay! just do it," the short and fat man heard this, thought carefully, and gritted his teeth in agreement.

"You go with me to collect some dry firewood, and then set fire to them, hmph, I'll let them report to the official, go down and report to Lord Yama!"

"I don't think you need to put this fire out!" a lazy voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Who?" When the black-faced man heard this unfamiliar voice, his face changed greatly, and he turned his head to look behind him, only to see a young man in white who appeared five or six meters behind him at some point, and the young man in white was Wang Changsheng.

"It's you, Erhu, kill him first," the black-faced man commanded at the short and fat man, a fierce light flashed in his eyes, his right hand clenched into a fist, and he quickly rushed towards Wang Changsheng.

At the same time, the short and fat man also rushed towards Wang Changsheng.

"You can't live by doing your own evil," Wang Changsheng shook his head, raised his right hand, and a golden light flashed out, piercing the heads of the two in the blink of an eye.

Two screams, and the two fell to the ground, their faces covered with disbelief.

Wang Changsheng threw out two fireball talismans, burned the bodies of the two, and then walked into the courtyard with his feet raised.

Back in the house, Chen Qiusheng and the young man in Confucian clothes slept very hard and did not wake up.

Wang Changsheng nodded, lay down on the bed, and closed his eyes.

In the early morning of the next day, Wang Changsheng and the five of them got up early, bought some dry food with a few villagers, and left the Tiger Killing Village.

It didn't take long for the villagers to be surprised to find that Li Dahu and Li Erhu were missing, and even the corpses could not be found.

She even dug three feet into the courtyard where Wang Changsheng and the five people lived, and did not find the bodies of her husband and brother-in-law.