Burning 1,800 yuan of paper money? Wanchoin said that my ancestors had to jump out and scold me to death, and they were prodigal sons.

But is it true that Cui Ming can't help him at all, he is just a bragging guy?

Seeing the eight boxes of ghost coins that were finally recovered, Fan Chou suddenly felt a little crying. However, he was very unwilling to give up and said with a glimmer of hope: "Maybe, Brother Cui can really help this time. Besides, even if he can't do it, Judge Lu will have a way. Uh, if it doesn't work, I'll set up a stall in the market and deal with it cheaply, so how can I sell it?"

Liu Bei also smiled and said, "Of course, you don't have to think too badly, things may not have turned around. Besides, it's just 1,800..."

Wanchou really wants to smash all the ghost coins in his face. Just 1800? With these 1800, you can change to an electric car that can run forty miles. With these 1800, you can let the whole family eat and drink for two months. Oh, let's see what Cui Ming said. Fortunately, although the money is gone, the goods are still here. Although they are not good goods, there are always people in need.

Eight boxes of ghost coins were stuffed into the corner by the sphere. He sat down with some depression, held his cheek and thought for a while. He couldn't think of a clue, so he took out his cell phone, called Guo Crook, and asked him if he had any latest news.

Of course, what he was asking about Hua Xiaoxin was about. Why did he ask Guo Cutezi? Because Guo Cutezi is an insider in the industry. If Hua Xiaoxin's father wanted to find an expert to summon Hua Xiaoxin's soul to treat Hua Xiaoxin, then Guo Cutezi would definitely hear the news.

As a result, when asked about Guo Cute, he knew some news, but he didn't help, because he didn't even look for experts in the city. It is said that he went to other places to invite talented people. As for whether to invite them or not, he didn't know whether Hua Xiaoxin woke up, so he was even less clear.

In less than a day, I think there is no news. Cui Ming has to have a letter at night. Wanchou is willing to make up for himself, but his mind is full of chaos and can't sleep at all. He wants to go to write. When he saw that Dou E is more diligent than him, he has a professional secretary this time. Wanchou smiled bitterly, and he seemed to be a professional ghost hunter.

After a while of daze, Wanchou finally found something for himself and went to the underground passage to listen to music...

It was noon at this time, and the young man who was singing was still in the old place. It was probably because of the hot weather. The people around him were not as good as the day before. The young man was singing Leslie Cheung's song "The Wind Continues to Blow".

Wanchou listened quietly for a while, and his heart became much more peaceful and comfortable. At the end of the song, everyone was exhausted. The young man nodded repeatedly and thanked him, saying, "Thank you, thank you, it's noon, I should go eat something. If you like it, I'll be here in the afternoon."

Everyone gradually dispersed. The young man began to pack up the piano case. It seemed that he was about to leave, but Wanchou walked over and helped the young man take over the heavy piano case. The young man looked up and looked at Yichou, and his expression changed and he blurted out: "Fan..."

"Hmm? How do you know my surname is Fan?" Fan Cho asked curiously.

"Ah, nothing, I heard that girl call you Brother Fan yesterday, I, I'm leaving."

"Go to have dinner, I haven't eaten either. Why don't we go together and I treat you. I feel very happy to listen to your songs these two days. It's a pity that you sing here."

The young man raised his crutch and said to himself: "What a pity? At least I can sing, at least I still have hands, at least I can support myself. To be honest, I never thought about it... Forget it, I have food at home, and you don't need to invite it."

The young man spoke in a weird tone, his eyes flashed, and he packed his things on his own and left with a little awkwardly.

Are these people very withdrawn? Wanchou sighed lowly. In fact, he himself sometimes, sometimes. To be honest, Wanchou is also a person who likes to live quietly. Although he is a little stingy, he has a carefree personality, a little bit conscience, but has no bad intentions. He is very happy with his ghost friends at home, but in fact, he is an introvert.

Wanchou was about to leave the underground passage and went around the supermarket when someone suddenly greeted him, "My little friend, please stay."

As he spoke, a man walked up behind Fang Chou. He saw that the man was wearing a blue-gray Taoist robe, a bun on his head, a wide face and big ears, and long eyebrows. He seemed to be an old Taoist, but he was wearing a pair of big black-headed leather shoes on his feet, which was not very bright. He was carrying a bag and a suitcase, which looked a little dusty.

The old Taoist wanted to insert another sword and leave a few beards behind him, which was a bit fairy-like. Unfortunately, this outfit looked a bit inappropriate.

"You call me?" He is still polite to such strange people in the world. There is no way. If you write too many novels, you will also have a dream in the world.

"Yes, this little friend, the old man, I see that you have been around for a long time, and I have a few words to tell you in person."

As soon as this sentence was said, Rancho became vigilant. He guessed that there was nothing good about the old Taoist. The first one might be that he was stubborn and had extraordinary talent. He accepted him as his apprentice or sold him a few books to maintain world peace, and other nonsense. Another biggest possibility is that Rancho is now black in Yintang and his eyes are dull, and then he will pay for money when the turn is turned...

Seeing that Fan Chou didn't say anything, the old Taoist looked confused, and said directly: "In the eyes of the old Taoist, Xiaoyou Yin Tang was dark, his eyes were dull, and he had an ominous black aura. It was not that the old Taoist was exaggerating, but he was afraid that there had been disasters of evil spirits recently..."

Wanchou took out five dollars from his pocket and said, "If you want to say that I am very talented and talented, even if I am very handsome and talented, I might as well give you ten dollars."

The old Taoist grabbed the five dollars that Wancao had stuffed, and was stunned: "I can't lie, either."

Fan Chou grinned speechlessly, turned around and left. It wasn't that he didn't believe what the old Taoist said, but because the old Taoist was right, he wanted to leave. Can he tell the old Taoist that there are several ghosts living in his house? Not to mention that the Yin Tang is dark, even if his face is black, it's impossible. Who made him offend the brother-in-law of the King of Hell? Alas, it's all caused trouble in the underworld.

The old Taoist was stunned for a while before reacting and shouted behind him: "Don't leave, my friend, the old Taoist is not for money, it's really because you are in trouble recently..."

Wanchou left without any movement. He was so angry, is the old Taoist awesome? I am still a soul-detaining messenger. Not long after I walked, I heard the old Taoist shouting behind him: "My friend has written down, the old Taoist name is Zilong. If you have trouble in the future, you can go to the Diyuan Hall in the north of the city to find me..."

Fan Chou was stunned. Geyuan Hall? Looking back, the old Taoist had already walked from the other exit, shaking his head as he walked.

It turned out that he was from Geyuan Hall, wasn't he a sold funeral supplies? It seemed that this old Taoist was not a serious Taoist. It was probably a one-stop service, even selling wreaths, paper money and methods to save the people. Now, this person has been plotted to make money.

In fact, since Feng Jie found out about Feng Jie's story, he became disgusted with the Taoist priests, especially Taoist Zilong, who came up and said that the dark and evil spirits of Renyin Hall was plagued by the dark and evil spirits. It was a pity that Fan Jing understood in his heart that he would not fight. It would be so annoying that he could not say anything auspicious. Although you were talking about the facts, alas, people are still willing to listen to it.

However, Taoist Zilong? Wanchou wanted to laugh a little. Could it be that he came down from Mount Lu?

Come on, I didn't listen to the song, so I went home honestly and wait for news about Cui Ming tonight.
Chapter completed!