Chapter 61: Mr. Fantasy

Chapter 62 Mr. Spiritual Fantasy
Hearing this, Ye Chen, who was fighting with the female corpse, shook his palm and forced the opponent away with a peach wood sword, and he quickly backed away.
"Snapped--!"
At this moment, a piece of talisman paper stretched out from somewhere, centering the female corpse heavenly spirit.
Stunned by the talisman paper, the female corpse who was still flaring her teeth and dancing claws immediately stood in place as if she had suffered a fixation technique.
"good chance!"
And Ye Chen, it was also bright, and the peach wood sword was given away, and it was in the center of the female corpse's heart.
"Zizi--"
The mahogany sword entered the body and reacted violently with the female corpse, like beef on an iron plate, and like snow under the sun, leaving a fatal scar on the latter.
"Palm Thunder"
Seeing that the female corpse didn't seem to be completely dead, Ye Chen raised his eyebrows slightly and was about to fill a thunder in the palm of his hand, but saw Jiu Shu wave his hand slightly.
"Brother?"
"No, leave them a whole body."
In an instant, Ye Chen understood the meaning of Uncle Jiu, and with a twitch of his palm, he took the peach wood sword from the female corpse, and took a distressed look.
Perhaps it is because of continuous fighting with zombies of this level, the peach wood sword has been obviously broken, I am afraid that it will be completely scrapped if it is used two or three more times...
"younger sister!"
"My poor sister!"
When several funeral members saw this, they dared to rush over, hugging the corpse and crying.
"Don't touch that piece of talisman paper!"
Seeing this situation, Jiu Shu frowned and exhorted a few words: "After returning, immediately burn the corpse, together with the talisman paper with peach or lychee wood, and remember not to bury it directly. Otherwise, once it is used by someone who is interested, you will You will lose your life!"
You know, there are still many evil warlocks in this world who like corpses born at this special time.
If someone is used to refine the corpse, I'm afraid what will happen again!
"Thank you for your advice."
Although in this era, most people pay attention to being safe.
As for Jiu Shu's words, these people are naturally unwilling to one thousand and ten thousand in their hearts.
But after witnessing the raging female corpses and almost killing everyone in the inn, in order to prevent the corpses from implicating innocent people, these people can only nod their heads.
…………
Rich town.
After some twists and turns, Ye Chen and Jiu Shu finally came to the rich town not far from Silent Village.
The folk customs here are simple, but the scale is much smaller than Renjiazhen.
"After this town, it won't be long before it will be Silent Village."
Looking at the scene in the town, and then looking up at the sky, Uncle Jiu made a decision: "Let’s stay here for one night, and continue on the road tomorrow."
"Hey, have you heard?"
When the two were looking for a place to stay in the inn, they suddenly heard someone nearby discussing something mysteriously.
"Tan Wanwan's house is haunted. He has almost invited nine Taoist priests to exorcise ghosts, but they were all driven out by the ghosts and made a mess... Tan Wanwan already said that as long as someone can drive away the evil Ghost, he is willing to spend a lot of money to hire!"
"Really, I can't think that Tan Wanwan, who has always been stingy, will have a lot of money this time."
"Tsk tusk, don't do anything wrong in your life, don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night."
"Ok?"
Hearing these words, Ye Chen's expression condensed.
Tan million?
Isn’t that the beginning of the plot of "Mr. Fantastical", the rich man who asked Mao Shanming to drive ghosts out of his house?
Unexpectedly, he really broke into the plot of "Mr. Magic" this time.
"Dip, congratulations to the host, trigger the plot "Mr. Fantasy", please choose from the following options."
"Option one, help Tan Wanwan's family, drive away ghosts in the house, and reward Mao Shanshu Xiaocheng."
"Option two, teach Mao Shanming who is a fake Maoshan school disciple, restore the reputation of the Maoshan school, and reward "Imperial Ghost Skill"."
"Option three, help Tan Wanwan's family solve the haunting problem in the house, and teach Mao Shanming, who is a fake Maoshan school disciple, to reward him with a magic sword."
"Sword?"
Ye Chen's eyes suddenly lit up.
When it was really dozing off, someone gave a pillow.
It just so happened that the Peach Wood Sword was in danger of being damaged, and Ye Chen also suffered from the lack of replacement weapons that could be used, but at this time, the system actually took out a magic weapon-level magic sword to lure him...
"I choose the third one!"
He quickly ended the conversation with the system. Ye Chen turned his head and looked at Jiu Shu: "Brother, why don't we go and see, what is going on with the so-called haunting?"
"it is good."
Uncle Jiu was also quite tempted. After all, he had to take care of such a large righteous estate and the expenses would not be small.
Together, the two of them looked for the passerby next to them and asked the location of Tan Wanwan's house.
I saw a lofty house with two stone lions at the door. In addition, there are two red lanterns hanging on the door, which is a rich family.
The strange thing is that the whole house is shrouded in a hazy atmosphere.
"Ok?"
Standing in front of the house, Ye Chen's eyes condensed.
Following Jiu Shu's side these days, under the influence of his ears and eyes, he also saw some clues. Combined with the plot of "Mr. Spiritual Fantasy", it is not difficult to infer the whole story.
"The Yang House was actually built on top of the Yin House. Tsk tsk... If nothing goes wrong, it will be weird!"
"Yes."
Uncle Jiu also saw the problem and shook his head: "Fortunately, although the darkness is dense, but there is no hostility, obviously the ghost of this nest is not harmful, otherwise...hey!"
"Let's go, brother, let's go in and have a look."
While they were talking, the two had already arrived in front of the house, and there was a voice from inside.
"Master Tan, those who move people to the table are done by evil people, and those who move people out of bed are done by evil spirits... You have to be afraid of evil people, but this evil spirit, huh, I, Mao Shan, will be here. , You don’t need to worry!"
I saw an offering table in the front yard of the house with props for various practices.
A horse-faced man is bragging about a middle-aged man with a rich face, his face is full of confidence.
The latter shook his head.
"Oh, you are already the tenth Taoist priest who said this to me. The nine previous priests couldn't help it!"
"Ten Taoist priests, nine do nothing, I am the tenth one!"
As he spoke, the middle-aged man with a rich face took out a thick stack of banknotes from his waist. The man with a horse face straightened his eyes and muttered, "Ah, the cinnabar on the banknotes is so beautiful. ..."
"Small meaning, no respect."
However, the middle-aged man took out a big ocean from the silver bill and handed it to the horse-faced man.
The latter sighed slightly, took off his clothes, turned it over and put on it, which was surprisingly a Taoist robe.
"It turns out that a fellow Daoist has already intervened in this matter..."
Seeing this scene, Jiu Shu shook his head slightly, with a retreat in his heart.
In response, Ye Chen smiled slightly and said with comfort: "Brother, it's not too late for us to take a look."