Chapter 238: protector

Mr. Wen seems to be a human spirit, but in fact, he has already known Liangzi's carefulness. However, Mr. Wen fully agreed to Ryoko's request, without showing the slightest displeasure.
For others, these things are just a little bit of money. As long as the haunted porridge shop is solved, coupled with their later publicity and rendering, the price of this piece of real estate will not be affected, and they will benefit from it. Way to imagine.
I kind of wanted to go to the porridge shop to step on the bottom, but Ryoko said he was in no hurry. In broad daylight, I could see nothing. Let's wait for the evening.
I know that this guy is just looking for excuses, he hasn't got enough hot springs.
The two of us had enough hot springs and had a nice meal. Seeing that it was getting dark, we made some simple preparations and went to the old house in Yingcheng Town.
Indeed, as Mr. Wen said, this piece of land is completely wasteland, and looking desolate makes people uncomfortable.
The two of us flashed flashlights and headed towards the congee shop Mr. Wen said. We didn't know if we went the wrong way or it was not late enough. Intact we didn't see the red lighted house.
I was thinking about whether I should ask Ryoko to call Mr. Wen again to confirm, don't go the wrong way, the front is dark, there is no such thing as a red-lighted room.
Liangzi had always created an image of an outdoor expert with Mr. Wen before. At this moment, he couldn't even find a congee shop. This kid was embarrassed and refused to call. There is no way, the two of us can only wander around in an abandoned bungalow.
I thought that if I couldn’t find that porridge shop anymore, I would ask Liangzi to call Mr. Wen’s eldest brother and let Liangzi be an expert, and I would ask for the specific location of the porridge shop. Compared with those imaginary things, I obviously value the remaining RMB 25,000 more.
We both strolled on a dilapidated dirt road. I see it like this. If I delay this way, I will definitely have nothing to gain tonight. When I was about to ask Ryoko for the phone number, I suddenly stretched out an arm. , Stopped in front of me and Ryoko.
Ryoko and I were caught off guard and were taken aback by this guy.
I have been hiding the whisk in my sleeve, and I will pull it out now, but at the last moment, I can feel it, this one in front of me is a big living person.
"Master, don't talk about being haunted, I think you look like a ghost, but it shocked us both!"
I returned the whisk to my sleeve again and said.
It was a gray-haired old guy who stopped us.
The smell of alcohol in this guy's body makes him drink less.
"I'm stopping you. Otherwise, you two boys will become fools by tomorrow morning! I have watched here for more than ten years, but those who are attracted by the red light will not change. Silly!"
Ryoko and I looked at each other, and said to my heart that there was something in this guy's words! He must know something! Mr. Wen told us before, but all the residents of this place have moved away, so where did this old guy come from?
"Jungler, it is true that we are here to find that porridge shop..."
I said to myself that it was really earlier than the old coincidence. This old guy must know something about the congee shop. We just happened to know the situation in advance.
Unexpectedly, I just said half of what I said, and this old guy waved his hands to me and Ryoko again and again: "The things here are really evil, you can't believe in evil! Go quickly, the farther you go, the better, this Growing things is really not suitable for curiosity. You young people just don't know how to spare your life!"
I stood there without moving, and continued to ask: "Why, besides us, is there anyone else looking for this porridge shop?"
The old guy’s face was a bit unsightly, but he still said stammeringly: "Nonsense, this month alone, I have driven away two or three groups of people, all of you who don’t believe in evil and are not afraid of death. There are others. Obviously I know the evil nature of this place, so I have to use a camera to find death, saying that it is a live show. If I want to watch it, it will be too long!"
When he said this, Liangzi and I understood. What he said was the guys who played curious live broadcasts.
It seems that this congee shop is really well-known. This place is built with a high-end community, so it's weird that the house price can go up.
But on the other hand, the real estate owner really made a good calculation, buying this wasteland that no one wanted at a low price, then finding someone to fix the haunted incident, and then changing hands to build a high-end community. It's just that 100,000 yuan hired me and Ryoko, and the value of this place immediately became different.
The two of us were happy because of the 100,000 yuan, but the real estate owner probably made hundreds of millions of dollars after changing hands. What a wicked capitalist.
It is a pity that no matter how envious I and Liangzi are, we can only honestly hold our 100,000 yuan. Other things are really envious and useless.
Seeing that we hadn’t moved, the old guy was a little unhappy:
I’m really not kidding you. Just three months ago, a group of people was carrying a camera to find the haunted porridge shop. I stopped them both. Back, in the third time, they split into two waves and rushed inside. I only stopped one wave. Another group of people forced into the porridge shop, and they all became mentally retarded. This matter is still in the newspapers, and the experts are not there now. If you can give an explanation, you will find out after you go back and check the news on the Internet. I am not alarmist."
The more the old guy said this, the more convinced I was that this guy must know something. He felt like a guardian, and that haunted porridge shop seemed to have no influence on him.
I shook my hand, took the whisk out, and pretended to say to the old guy: "It's true that we are here to find the haunted porridge shop, but we are not here to hunt for strange things, but to make a special trip to fix the magic here Incident. Both of us are Taoists from Mount Longhu, disciples of Muzhen people, have you heard of Muzhen people?"
I moved out of the name of this Taoist great power, this time the fox is fake.
The old guy looked at the whisk in my hand and was a little stunned: "The person who handles the supernatural event? I have never heard of Muzhen, but I have heard of Dragon Tiger Mountain. There are always Taoist priests from Dragon Tiger Mountain in the movie."
I said to my heart that this old guy didn't even know Mu Zhen, and he didn't seem to be a practitioner, but an ordinary person. It is even stranger that an ordinary person is not affected by a haunted porridge shop.