They had just shouted out this sound. The scene suddenly changed. The sound of "good" was stuck in their throats. These guys looked at each other, and a chill rose from behind!

Daoer was stunned at first, then he grabbed the hilt of the knife with both hands and pressed the machete down. His eyes were split and his cheeks were bulging high, and his teeth were biting straight, but the knife was as if it was stuck in a stone and could not move!

The guy's face turned red. Suddenly he loosened his hands and retreated a few steps back. He looked at it calmly - the pig iron machete weighing several pounds was like wheatgrass ash brought by the heat during cooking, hanging in the air, without moving!

Ye Jing was silent, and the sound of Chen Pizi slapping himself in the face became clearer. In this scene, the sound of slapping his face with the sound of a fierce slapping cart, the car full of underworld weapons, and finally the machetes hanging in the air were interlaced together... the group of people were stunned!

The only thing that had the action here was the old man with a violent eye. He reached out and pulled off a dry tobacco pole from his waist, groped and ignited a beautiful suck with foreign fire, and then grinned and laughed like a male duck with only someone pinched his neck.

The rope was loosened at some point.

"You, you, what are you?" Daer Ye had some knowledge of his experience in traveling around the country for many years. At this moment, he suddenly remembered something and quickly reached out and pulled off a jade Guanyin pendant that he had stolen from his neck. He seemed to be braver to get the pendant, pointing to the old man and shouting: "Are you a human or a ghost? Tell me honestly, otherwise I will hit you with the jade pendant!"

There is a legend in the countryside that if a ghost is hit by a jade-carved Guanyin, Bodhisattva, or divine beast pendant, it will be scattered and will never be reborn. Therefore, many bandits outside were wearing this thing at that time, in order to one day the wronged souls they killed came to the door to block them. The Daoer Ye's voice seemed to remind everyone, and the men quickly took off all kinds of evil-proof things from their bodies, including Wuzhu coins, peach wood Guanyin, stone-carved Buddha heads, Thousand Mans Books... There are all kinds of messy things, but it seems that the value is much worse.

Love treats this violent old man likes a ghost?

The old man slapped two sips of dry tobacco, then he asked with his eyes slanted: "You have done a lot of murders and robberies in normal times, why are you afraid of ghosts now?" After saying that, he shook his head: "It's a pity that you made a mistake, ghosts?...hehehe..." He was so happy that he heard a huge joke, and he didn't say much, but his eyes were flashing with a strange and profound meaning and pointed his hand!

With his finger, it seemed that the whole season changed suddenly!

The original scorching summer disappeared without a trace, and the whole world entered the cold winter of 39 in a moment. The bandits clearly saw white frost squeaking from the grass leaves beside them, and the breath was also filled with white smoke. The coldness climbed along the neck and wrists, penetrated the clothes, and penetrated the bone marrow. Even these guys were bold and arrogant, but at this moment, they actually had cold sweats all over their bodies, and the timid Ma San and even their crotch were wet!

Because they saw countless white smoke appearing in front of their eyes almost at the same time, and surrounded the car with a distance of more than ten meters. The smoke kept rolling, revealing clearly visible facial features and faces.

"clang!"

I don’t know who was the first to throw the knife down. Anyway, it immediately seemed like a plague spreading rapidly. A group of men threw down their weapons and crawled on the ground, and began to beg for mercy:

"Uncle, please spare me..." "I have old and young people in my family..." "I was forced to come..."

Anyway, there are all kinds of names. For a moment, there are shouts and crying here, one screaming more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one crying more and one cry

The old man Fengyanzi didn't look at them, but just waved to the distance: "You, did you recognize our ghost market flag? Just you! Come here."

The tangerine who slapped himself was staring at here. Seeing that the old man waved without delay, he rolled and crawled, he ran over and knelt in front of him: "I didn't do it, Master, I didn't do it, I didn't do it..." After a few howls, the old man jumped up from the ground, kicked Ma San in the back and kicked him up to the sky, cursing: "It's him! The master is him! It's his idea to steal your car, and it's also his stepping on it, he did it..."

After cursing for a few words, the anger also came up, and rushed towards Ma San again. The punch and kick were so fierce. I was afraid that I would beat him to death. This Ma San didn't dare to fight back, but just hugged his head with his hands and curled up into a ball of screaming sound like a pig killing.

The old man ignored that scene and was just smoking his own dry tobacco. After finally getting enough fun, he knocked the tobacco pot on the car board a few times: "Stop, don't beat him to death in a while."

Chen Pizi was happy when he heard this, but he didn't dare to let the old man see the expression on his face and immediately knelt down again, buried his head deeply in his crotch: "Master, please spare me, please spare me!" He seemed unwilling to beat Ma San to death by himself when he heard the old man's words, so that he might be spared. In this way, wouldn't he have a way out?

The sound suddenly became less fear and more confident.

Unexpectedly, the old man inserted the cigarette puff pot into his back and asked this question:

"Do you know who I am? Come and tell them!"

"You are the master of the City God Temple in Quershan!" Chen Pizi seemed to answer the old man and explain it to others. She looked up at Daoer and immediately lowered her face: "You are all masters, gods, and Bodhisattvas! You usually call ghosts, monsters, and animals in your family, I know..."

"Hahaha," the old man suddenly laughed and waved his hand: "That's as mysterious as you said? We are just a group of people who do business with lonely ghosts. We can talk to them on weekdays, and ask them to do a favor when we go out - they are not considered masters."

This sentence seemed to be modest and comforting, but when he said it, he immediately scared the men again - chatting with ghosts and saying something? This sentence can scare ordinary people to death!

The old man looked at the gangster who was like pounding garlic in front of him and walked forward a few steps: "By the way, why did you slapped yourself on the ground just now? What does this mean?" Facing the guys who kowtowed, he ignored them, just pulled out the silk incense from his pocket and threw them out one by one. It was strange that the thin silk incense had no force in the wind, but when it landed, it immediately penetrated straight into the solid soil - like a flagpole, standing upright and firm, shaking slightly.

No one noticed this scene!

"I..." Chen Pizi was a little confused by the question, and she was muttering, her voice was small and blurry, and no one could hear clearly what it was.

"snort!"

The old man with wild eyes threw all the incense out in two or three times, clapped his hands, and saw that this guy was still whining all over his mouth, and his face suddenly became sank.

Chen Pizi immediately shivered and howled: "I said! I said everything! It was said by Wang Datou, who was from the village next to us. He saw your flag at night when he was on the night, so he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, slapped himself in the face, and then saved his life, so...so..."

"So you did it?" The old man with wild eyes laughed twice, and remembered the villager he met when he purchased the goods last time. Maybe this was Wang Datou in the mouth of Chen Pizi - not bad, that guy's head is indeed a bit big!

The old man knew very well that the reason why Wang Datou saved his life was not as rumored to kneel on the ground and kowtowed and slapped in the face, but because the man was indeed an honest farmer, and there were no evil spirits and ghosts following him, so naturally nothing happened. Nowadays, the wars and chaos are getting worse, and there are so many thieves and bandits. On weekdays, honest people may also make a guest appearance as a robber. To put it bluntly, who has few lives behind him?

The group of people in the ghost market where they are all capable, but they all come here to escape from the world and live a life of saviors. No one will be a savior to go out to meddle in other people's business - but it's not surprising that they really meet that kind of vicious guy, so it's not surprising that they can cook casually.

... Just like today!

The old man with violent eyes breathed a long breath, reached out and pinched a wheel print and started to say, "Wang Datou can save his life not because of what he did, but because..." When he said this, a trace of indescribable pain flashed in his eyes: "...Because he has never killed anyone, there are no evil spirits and evil ghosts asking for their lives!"

"ah?!!"

"You ask for blessings!" The old man's hands began to flip quickly, and the ten wheels, Qianye, and the three secret blessings continued to be displayed. "Whether life or death depends on your luck!"

The guys kept paying attention to the conversation between the old man and Chen Pizi. He couldn't help it when he heard this. The man jumped up from the ground the first time, and then a group of men got up one after another, staring at the old man with fear in his eyes - "Escape!" I don't know who shouted this.

The group of people suddenly scattered like wild dogs that exploded in the nest and rushed out!

"Can you escape?" the old man murmured, and his hand quickly flipped:

"Subdue! The Three-Time Samamaya Meeting! The Nine Words Come!" The Ming King Seal in his hand made a roar and said, "Let's go!"

Suddenly, all the thrown incense flames emerged, and the flames instantly burned the eighteen incenses into ashes and flew into mid-air - as if countless invisible hands caught the incense ash in the air, and in an instant, countless voices shouted in unison:

"Give me magic power and show my appearance. The karma of cause and effect will be eliminated today - thank Master Yin and Yang for letting us take revenge!"

The white smoke that had initially floated turned into incomplete and extremely sharp human figures, bowed to the old man Fengyan in the air, and then screamed and chased the bandits!

These ghosts were all unjust dead ghosts who were cut off by the bandits, cut off their stomachs, and cut off their heads. They followed them but could not take revenge. Now that they got the opportunity, the surging anger immediately poured out. After rushing over, they didn't know what they did. They just heard a heart-wrenching howl in the wasteland suddenly resounded through the sky!

"There are injustices and debts, and the cycle of cause and effect is repaid. Good and evil are repaid. After you take revenge, you will be reincarnated and go back to your own reincarnation!" The old man with violent eyes sighed again and chanted in a half-singing voice:

"I am too insignificant, and I am boundless. The door of the Qingyun is opened. The auspicious smoke is blocked by the dead household. The first time I am found in the Xuanyuan period, I use the auspicious sense of the auspiciousness to pass through the immortal source, and naturally clear... Please ask the underworld ghosts to detain soldiers, save all sins, overcome all disasters, conquer the lonely ghosts, go to the next life of the Three Ways, eliminate karma and compensate for the cause and effect!"

After singing the screams and moans under the night before they had completely subsided, he stopped watching more, but just threw out a handful of money for money, lit three incense sticks and inserted them into the pile of money. At this point, he got into the car and knocked them with a cigarette pot: "Let's go."

No matter what the Shura slaughterhouse turned into by the wilderness behind it, the Pagoda hell with a hundred ghosts!

creak, creak, creak...
Chapter completed!