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As the slovenly Daoist Priest spoke, he took the items from my hands and started to place the fruits and pear peach offerings on the plate. Then, he lit three sticks of fragrance and inserted them into the censer.

I thought to myself, this stinking Taoist is really shameless. He told me to buy the tribute and then decided to eat it all by myself. He really has no bottom line.

When he was done, he found another basin, the one I had used the day before, the old one with the paper in it, in which I still had some paper money that I hadn't burned yet.

He took out a yellow paper talisman and placed it between his fingers. His upper and lower lips moved, and he chanted a few words in a low voice, "I didn't hear a single word of what he said, but the yellow paper talisman in his hand trembled slightly, and with a 'boom', the yellow paper talisman began to burn. When this hand appeared, I was dumbstruck.

Soon after, he took the burning yellow paper talisman and lit up the yellow paper in his other hand, placing it into the brazier.

At this moment, he turned his head to look at me and indifferently said, "You came over to burn paper money and put it in one piece after another. Don't put it too much."

This time, I didn't dare to contradict this slovenly Daoist, so I obediently squatted in front of the brazier and burned the paper.

Strangely, the last time I burned the paper money, it was only half burned in the brazier, but this time it was different. The paper money was all burned cleanly, so I curiously asked the slovenly Daoist priest, "Daoist …" Last time, why couldn't I burn the paper properly? Why was I able to do it very well this time? "

The person you burnt the paper money to is wrong, you originally wanted to burn the paper money to the ghosts in the house, they were all first-rate monsters, and did not enter the Underworld, so it is useless for you to burn it, of course they will not accept it, this time we will burn it to the ghosts that pass by, let them take the money to reincarnate, after that, do what I do, and do not disturb me … "This is called taking someone's hand is short, and eating that person's mouth is soft. Isn't this equivalent to eating a full meal for you? Didn't this humble Taoist come here to throw away his life for you as well?"

These words caused my face to turn red for a while. At that time, I had always thought that he was also a deceitful Daoist. Who would have thought that he had such great ability. Thus, I immediately found it embarrassing to continue speaking.

At this time, the slovenly Daoist Priest also squatted down, took out a yellow talisman from his robes, and handed it to me. He said seriously: "I say, brother, it's been a fortuitous night, I only knew that the things in this mansion were evil spirits, I never thought that the miasma in the courtyard was so heavy, and it's also a powerful evil spirit. After a while, I might not be able to beat him, I have a yellow talisman here, and it was given to me by my master.

I took the yellow paper talisman. "What will happen to you if I escape?"

"Don't worry about me. This Penniless Priest has his own ways. If I can't beat it, running away is not a problem."

"Um, if you really can't beat it, then let's not fight anymore. I can't live in this place, even if you take away all the ghosts in this house, I won't dare to live here anymore …" I said fearfully.

The slovenly Daoist shook his head and helplessly said, "It's useless. That Gui Sha has already set his eyes on you. No matter where you run, you will not be able to escape its grasp. It won't let you go until you are dead. Therefore, this Gui Sha must be kept today."

Hearing him say that, my heart grew cold. I, Shangguan Tian Luo, have offended someone, how did I end up getting entangled by this Gui Sha?

At the same time, I also hated that Fan Lao. Damn it, this old man was really blinded by money for renting such a dangerous place out. He was definitely going to die.

I cursed Fan Lao Er's eighteen generations of ancestors in my heart, thinking that if I were to see him again, I would definitely beat him up.

The slovenly Daoist looked up at the sky, then lowered his head and asked me, "What time is it now?"

I looked at my phone and said, "It's past ten."

The slovenly Daoist nodded and said, "The Miasma is getting thicker and thicker. Gui Sha should also be coming out by now. Alright, you stand by the side. This Penniless Priest has to do something. When doing it, do not disturb me …"

I nodded and obediently stood to the side.

Following which, I saw the slovenly Daoist priest take out a few more items from the yellow cloth bag he carried and place them on the altar. These items included the Eight Trigrams Mirror, the Compass, the Yellow Paper Talisman, the Soul Summoning Bell, and a peach wood sword …

He first stuck the yellow paper talismans in a circle around the altar, and every ten centimeters or so, he picked up the peach wood sword and started to circle around the altar. His legs kept moving, changing steps, and he kept mumbling non-stop.

After singing and jumping for over half an hour, a wind suddenly blew. The locust tree in the courtyard swayed left and right in the wind. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws like a gigantic magical beast.

I suddenly felt that the air in the courtyard had become much colder, and my exposed skin was covered in goosebumps. Not only did I feel a chill, I also felt a chill run down my spine.

There were two candles burning on top of the altar. They were flickering in the wind, and looked like they were about to be extinguished at any time. But strangely, no matter how strong the wind was, the candles never extinguished.

I stood in the courtyard, not even daring to breathe, and silently watched what was happening.

Vaguely, I seemed to hear the wails of a baby. Sometimes far away, sometimes close. The moment the baby cries out, my body couldn't help but tremble and start again … Here it comes again … The cry of this baby was my nightmare all my life, and I felt that there was no sound more terrible than the cry of this baby, and in this silent and secretive night, this cry stimulated my eardrums, giving me the impulse to turn my head and flee ….