Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect

Without waiting for Aunt Mei’s answer, Qiao Lina’s tired voice came from the floor: “Are you up, rain?”

Zhuang Yumeng rushed to Aunt Mei laughed and climbed up the stairs.

Aunt Mei watched her, continued to lower her head, and mop gently on the floor with a mop. The room was too dark. Zhuang Yumeng didn’t notice it before. Under Aunt Mei’s feet, there was a thick pool of blood. He was dragged by the mop and dragged to the ground.

Qiao Lina was sitting quietly on her bed in her own bedroom. The light in the room was darker than the outside, and it smelled like a musty smell.

“For most of the day, what is it doing so dark?” Zhuang Yumeng wondered, stepped forward and opened the curtains, looked around, and Qiao Lina’s eyes were dark, and her expression was sullen, as if she hadn’t slept for a long time.

Zhuang Yumeng pulled a chair and sat across from her.

Qiao Lina looked at her constantly, tears suddenly flowed down and choked, “Yuyu, I’m sorry for you, I … I hurt you.”

Zhuang Yumeng took a deep breath and said in a calm voice, “You are talking about the corpse ointment, and the wooden character villain, is that the name?”

Qiao Lina froze and said, “You all understood?”

Zhuang Yumeng was nodded, and his eyes were disappointing wet, “I am sad, you will treat me like this, after knowing the truth, the past few days did not sleep well, but … since you took the initiative to raise it, you may have any distress, I give you a chance to explain. “

Qiao Lina sighed and shook her head, “I don’t ask forgiveness, but I want to make it clear. I don’t want to watch you die step by step. You listen to me tell you from the beginning …”

At this moment, in the living room on the second floor of the Chinese Medicine Store, all the windows were closed, the curtains were tightened, and the room was illuminated by a large chandelier.

In a compartment surrounded by a screen, 5 men and 6 women, sitting on a Chinese-style redwood sofa, are chatting.

Ye Shaoyang and Ma Cheng, sitting next to the dimly lit partition, listened to them while drinking tea.

“You all know these people?” Ye Shaoyang asked in a low voice.

Ma Chengdao: “Several of them have been seen, they are all in the middle and upper strata of Shicheng.”

These people first talked about non-salty topics such as stocks. After a while, Hu Wei came upstairs and greeted them a few words, added tea to them, and sat down. A few people suddenly turned around and talked about Gumantong.

A bald man took out a Gumantong from his backpack, put it beside him, and patted him on the back of his head, saying, “Hongguo, come out.”

Gumantong shook, and after a while, an illusive silhouette emerged from Gumantong’s mouth, and after landing, he turned into a 4-year-old girl, and looked up innocently at the host.

“Yongguo at your house, I have a good look lately,” said the woman in her 40s who still has the charm. “What have you told her recently?”

“Except the previous ones, I added a candied fruit stick to her every day, haha, she likes to eat.”

Ye Shaoyang and Ma Cheng looked at each other in surprise. Imp, do they still like to eat candied fruit stick?

Then a fatty sitting next to the woman posed her Gumantong and said, “Come out!”

A plume of light fell to the ground and turned into a little boy as fat as him, lazily sitting on the ground.

“My family knows how to eat pig head meat, pig ears, what oil eats big, and not drink water, but drink beer.”

The little ghost who eats pig head meat and drinks beer … Yeah, if you do n’t hear it in person, Ye Shaoyang ca n’t believe it. Although he is a Taoist Celestial Master, he does n’t understand the details of raising these little ghosts. .

At this moment, a little girl’s sharp voice sounded from the woman: “Take off your dirty hands!”

A tall man next to him moved awkwardly aside, a little girl jumped out of the backpack beside the woman, and yelled at the man with a sigh of exclamation: “Don’t touch my mother!”

The woman glanced at the man and said, “I know you’re uneasy sitting next to me, and you don’t have to move your feet manually.”

Tall guy said with a smile: “I did it on purpose, to see if your daughter will protect you.”

The woman snorted and said, “She, take me seriously. I didn’t raise her for money or fortune, but to keep the stink men from taking advantage of me in the business world.”

The fatty said: “My son, don’t look foolish, just with him, my company’s business has been a lot better, and a few debts I lent before, others have also paid back, haha.”

Several people started to show off the little ghosts in their homes, how to bring themselves fortune, good luck, and so on. Ye Shaoyang and Ma Cheng were horrified.

Several little ghosts have left the Gumantong and played in the living room. It just looks like it is no different from an ordinary little child. It is innocent and unaffected, full of childlikeness.

After about half an hour, several people stood up together, summon their own little ghost. The little ghost bounced back to his Gumantong. Then a few people bid farewell to Hu Wei and went down one after another.

Hu Wei took 4 treasure masters, came to the room where the two of them were, Ye Shaoyang, and laughed at them, saying, “This kind of gathering happens every half a month. Here, they feel at ease and can do whatever they want. Discuss the gains and experiences of raising a ghost, and don’t be afraid to leak the slightest bit. “

Ma Cheng put out a breath, saying: “I really didn’t expect that there are so many people around me who are raising imps, and they have also developed such a rule of 5 Eight Sects. It feels like another World.”

After thinking about it, he said, “However, what they say about fortune is really related to raising a kid?”

“The living devil’s influence on human life will not be much greater than Feng Shui. It is more of a psychological effect, but after long-term relationships, they have already regarded the devil as a support, even as their own child. , How much the little ghost can bring to them, but second. “

He pointed his finger at Ma Chengtong, saying, “You little devil will be as lively and cute as them in the future. What kind of personality you have depends on how you raise them.”

Ma Cheng frowns saying: “But when it entered Gumantong before, it seemed to be painful?”

Hu Wei said: “They are used to living a free life, of course, they don’t want to be bound by people, but once they have been nurtured for a long time, they will realize this kind of goodness: Someone can provide support, they can cultivate at any time, and a spiritual body that can avoid danger. All the little ones will adapt and like this feeling, believe me. “

Ma Cheng nodded, stroking Gu Mantong’s smooth head with one hand, and said, “I like this gift very much, many thanks. But I still want the girl’s heart.”