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I hastily smiled. "Master Han, don't scare me."

"Speak!" Han Xiaotian said harshly.

"I'm really a writer of novels. I'm here to pick up wind." I acted like I was about to cry, scared.

Han Xiaotian gave him a dark look. "If you keep spouting nonsense, I won't be polite."

"Really, Master Han!" I pursed my lips and squeezed a few tears out of my eyes.

Han Xiaotian chuckled. "With your guts, you can only be a scholar."

I was relieved that he no longer doubted me. I don't think he suspected me, but the most important reason was that I picked at the bride's head with a stick. However, I forgot about it due to carelessness. Han Xiaotian thought that I didn't know anything, so he stopped suspecting me.

Halfway through the tomb, Han Xiaotian said to the eight people, "Before dawn, you must bury it well and erect the tombstone. If the tombstone is not finished by four o'clock, then we will set it up and finish it tomorrow night. "

After saying that, Han Xiaotian looked at me and asked, "Do you want to watch them bury their graves here, or do you want to return with me?"

"I'll take a look around here first. I'll come over to your house later and ask you for some information. When my book is published, I'll write your name on the first page. You're the consultant." I said.

"It's nothing more than a title." Han Xiaotian waved his hand and left.

After Han Xiaotian had walked far away, I took out my cigarettes and sent them out one by one. Then I asked, "Is Master Han specializing in marriage affairs?"

One of them replied, "As long as it's a dead man, he will do anything. Although making money with a ghost marriage is a lot, it's not a lot. "

The other person lowered his voice and said, "Little brother, I think you're being honest. You better not provoke him or else you won't even know how you died!"

I hastily asked, "What's wrong?" Is Master Han bad? "

The man laughed out loud. "Look at your guts! Although Master Han is not good at communicating, he is a good person. If there is anything that a country bumpkin needs his help with, he will never say no. "

In that case, this Han Xiaotian was a good person? Would the matter with the mute ghost have anything to do with him? But my intuition always told me that he was the type of man with a black belly.

This Han Xiaotian is very meticulous. If I were to inquire about his matters again, I'm afraid that tomorrow when these farmers talk about him, he would become suspicious again.

I changed the topic. "Uncle, aren't you afraid of being buried tonight?"

An uncle said loudly, "What is there to be afraid of? For the eight of us, there are twenty-seven pieces of Yang Fire, and we don't dare to approach any dirty stuff! "

Twenty-seven pieces of Yang Fire? I counted with my fingers. Was there another way to go about it? He then said, "Three pieces of Yang Fire per person, three pieces of Yang Fire, ah, three pieces of Yang Fire, why are there twenty-seven pieces of Yang Fire?"

The uncle said, "Three, eight, twenty-seven! Have you ever read a book? "

"Thirty-eight twenty-seven?" I asked, a little confused myself.

"A primary school student who doesn't even know arithmetic still writes books. What a joke! "Let's hurry up and go!"

I shook my head and slowly walked back, wondering how much three by eight was worth.

When he arrived at Han Xiaotian's house, he was grinding something in the living room.

"Han shi — Adviser Han!" I trotted over to his side and leaned over to ask, "What are you grinding?"

Han Xiaotian took the pipe away and coughed before saying, "Dead bones."

I took a look and saw that it was really white. I asked, "Why are you grinding the bones of people to death?"

"Of course I have to make myself look like a dead person. Otherwise, if I don't have too much yang energy on me, I might accidentally harm the ghost spirit." Han Xiaotian said while smoking his pipe.

When the bones were very thin, he poured them into a cup and made some water for tea.

"Would you like one too?"

I hastily waved my hand. "No, I don't dare to drink this beverage without the approval of the Food and Drug Administration. I'm afraid of death."

Han Xiaotian chuckled.

I glanced at the deity statue on top of the deity tablet and intentionally pointed my finger towards it. Han Xiaotian immediately grabbed my hand and asked, "What are you randomly pointing at?"

I hastily replied, "I want to ask why that deity statue was covered by a black cloth."

Han Xiaotian said seriously, "Hurry up and burn three joss sticks, kowtow three times, apologize!"

After I did, I asked, "Why not?" Actually, I know. It's just that I wanted to act more ignorant, so I asked a few simple questions.

"A person's index finger will emit their spirit energy. When we are about to fight or warn them, we will first use our index finger to point at them." When he was pointed at with his index finger, he would also feel a sense of oppression. When you pointed your index finger at the God, you were offending him! " Han Xiaotian explained.

I suddenly understood and said, "So that's how it is!" Thank you for your guidance! No wonder when I was a child and I pointed my finger at someone else's grave, my grandfather always told me not to. This is a very important element, and I have recorded it down. "

Han Xiaotian smiled.

I asked again, "Then can you tell me what that idol is? Because I haven't seen any idols that need to be covered with a black cloth. "

"You don't need to know this, and you don't need to write it either."

"Oh, what about the one behind that? You just burned the marriage certificate in front of her, is there anything special about it? "

"That's the Ghost Witch. Just like the Underworld's witness, I burned the marriage certificate in front of her. The corpse of the couple just now was also a legitimate couple. Otherwise, it would be a coincidence. "

So it turned out that I wanted Xiaohu to get along with He Feng!

Han Xiaotian saw me looking at the Ghost Witch and reminded me, "You'd better not stare at her or else she'll take you down with her to marry her!"

Ah!" I looked away and pretended to be scared.

"It's almost dawn, I need to sleep. Did you sleep in the hotel? Let's go back to sleep as well! " Han Xiaotian said.

"Advisor Han, you-"

"Don't speak to me like that. Just call me Master Han."

"Oh, Master Han, you always sleep during the day, do you work at night?"

"According to the situation, he usually sleeps during the day. He only woke up after noon. "If there is a special situation, there would be an exception."

"Your rest time is like a ghost!" I joked.

"Hurry up and go to sleep!" Han Xiaotian waved his hand.

"Good night, Master Han."

After leaving Han Xiaotian's house, I didn't go to the hotel, but went to the grave of the mute ghost. Strictly speaking, it wasn't a grave, because there wasn't even a grave.

After finding the mute ghost, I suddenly shouted, "Han Xiaotian!"

The mute ghost was initially laughing merrily as he ran towards me. After hearing this name, it seemed as though he was scared and hurriedly dodged away.

Indeed, Han Xiaotian was involved!

"Uncle Mute, it's almost dawn. Go back and hide!" I cleaned up the traces of the incense that I had given him. I picked up the apple he had sucked in, took a bite, and spat it out.

I left the apple far behind and went back to my hotel to sleep. I still had two days to send the mute ghost on the road. If I were to start from Han Xiaotian's side, the progress would probably be slower. And Tang Le was also someone who kept his word. There was definitely no time to discuss.

I set the alarm for seven, slept for three or four hours before I woke up and called my brother.

After the call connected, it was very noisy, and the sound of the car's engine could be heard.

I asked, "Brother, where are you now?"

My brother probably didn't hear what I said clearly. He guessed and said loudly, "Are you going to let your grandfather answer the phone? Wait a minute, he's just taking a walk! "

It seemed that grandpa's foot had recovered. After a few loud shouts from his brother, grandpa took the phone over to a quiet place and said, "River, what's the matter?"

I replied, "Grandfather, I've come across a rather troublesome matter." A ghost. His corpse had been stuffed with yang mud, and his forehead was nailed with teak wood. He had become a mute and a fool. Was there any way for him to return to his normal state? The kind that can talk, but isn't stupid. "

"What did you say?" So low? It's like I'm a thief! " Grandfather said loudly.

So I went to the bathroom, closed the door, and said it again loudly. Then I added, "I'm at the hotel now, and everyone in the next room is asleep. It's rude to wake them up!"

Grandfather said, "What you said is very troublesome! The yang mud and teak nail must have been nailed down before that person died, causing damage that was irreversible. So right now, even if you remove the yang mud from that person's mouth, it will be useless. "