C214

Outside of Qingyu Lake, He Village.

"Dao leader, please, Dao leader!" The village chief begged on the phone, "Now that the lake is haunted, no one will dare to go fishing anymore. I beg you, for the sake of our friendship, please help us out!"

The person on the other side of the phone was High Half-Immortal, who called himself "Immortal Kunlun". However, the current High Half-Immortal was no longer as arrogant as he was before, "Big bro, I beg you, please let me go! I'm just a mere Daoist, I can't care about the ghosts on your side! "

The impression that the Python left on him was still fresh in his mind.

"You can't just ignore our lives!" The Village Head was already an old man, but he actually burst into tears. "We can only rely on you!"

A busy tone came from the other side of the phone, causing High Half-Immortal to hang up.

The village chief held the phone in his hands, not knowing what to do. In the past few days, many people had said that they had seen Fishmen and female ghost at the lakeside. They had initially chosen to call the police, but the police said that these feudal and superstitious matters were beyond their control, thus, the village chief thought of the High Half-Immortal.

The He Family Village could not lose the Qingyu Lake. As the village head, the burden of the entire village was on his shoulders.

"Old thing," the village chief's wife asked the village chief, "Did the High Half-Immortal agree?"

The village chief shook his head before putting the phone back in his hand.

"Then, then what should we do?" asked the Village Head's wife anxiously.

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Old woman, open the door." The village chief signaled to the village chief's wife. The Village Head's wife immediately stood up and went to open the door.

"Is this the Village Chief's house?" There were a few tall guys standing outside the door. The one leading them was actually wearing a Daoist robe.

"Hey, hey!" The Village Head's wife did not dare to hide anything and nodded her head in agreement.

"We are the Taoists of the Heaven Eye Mountain," the leader said. "I hear you are making trouble here, aren't we?" When he spoke, his tone and attitude were that of a little scoundrel. Other than the Daoist robes he wore, there was no other place that looked like a Daoist.

"Yes, yes." The Village Head's wife nodded again.

"Then that's it." Without waiting for the lord's invitation, these people pushed the Village Head's wife aside and entered the room.

"Masters, what are you doing?" The village chief also walked over. The He Family Village was located in a remote area, so there shouldn't be any hooligans eyeing this place. These people came after seeing the help posted by the villagers on the internet.

The leader of the group had already sat down at the original position of village chief and crossed his legs. "We are here to help you resolve this calamity."

"I wonder what kind of calamity these lords are trying to get rid of, and what difficulties they are trying to solve?" The Village Chief's expression turned ugly. Although he was the head of the village, the village itself was very backward, and the village head was naturally poor.

"Why ask when you already know the answer!" A little brother who was standing walked up to the village chief. Not only was he robust, but he was also taller than the village chief by a head.

"Ai!" Don't scare the Village Chief! " The Daoist Priest stopped his younger brother and smiled at the Village Head, "Village Head, look at this. As for us, I heard that there are people here who are affecting the lives of the villagers."

"Yes, yes!" The Village Chief nodded his head.

"As for us, we are going to collect some small rewards and help you deal with this matter."

"Ah," the Village Chief hurriedly asked, "I wonder, how much is the small reward that you mentioned?"

"Originally, we should work hard to get rid of the harm done by the people. But look, I brought such a brother with me. It's fine if I drink alone. I can't let my brothers starve with me!" His tone of voice was no different from a gangster.

"Yes, you are right." The Village Chief's expression turned uglier and uglier. He knew that the other party was going to demand an exorbitant price.

"Look, there are ten of us here, so it's fine if you just give us one hundred and twenty thousand points each." The Daoist Priest, who was sitting down, smiled and said, "Two hundred thousand, little Village Chief Qian should be able to afford this, right?"

"Two hundred thousand?" The Village Chief took a deep breath. In this year, two hundred thousand was not a large number. However, for a village like this, which mainly focused on agriculture and fishing, with an average annual income of less than twenty thousand, it was not a small number.

"Two hundred thousand," the Taoist nodded, "not a single cent less."

"Don't you dare hope to call the police," a little brother who was standing by the side suddenly warned the village chief. "We are from Miss Ding!"

The bullies laughed heartily in the room.

At the entrance of the village, a beggar-like person was leaning against a tree and taking a nap. He was blind and had come here by car two days ago. He still had two dollars with him the day before, but he was cheated when he bought food. He had nothing else to do but take a nap.

Not only was he blind, he might even have some problems with his mind. Afraid of being infected by a mad disease, no villagers were willing to approach him.

Perhaps in a few days, he would leave and starve to death in the wilderness.

"That old man is really scary." Suddenly, the sound of a conversation could be heard.

"That is the name of the Miss Ding, does he dare to disobey!" said another.

"Following Miss Ding is a right choice. Where did you get such power in the past?!"

The man who looked like a beggar seemed to be awakened by the voice. He moved his body.

The group of people who spoke did not notice this ragged, filthy, and smelly beggar. They talked about the success of the blackmail today — the Village Head had already agreed to give them the sum of 200,000 yuan, hoping that they could help the He Family Village through this crisis. This became a ridiculous conversation for them.

"Did he really think that we would capture ghosts for him?" A lackey said while laughing.

"Of course we're going to split the money and run!" The other man answered.

"Is there really a ghost? This group of villagers are so stupid, they deserve to be cheated by us. This is called the IQ tax!"

Then there was laughter.

"There really are ghosts." Suddenly, the voice of the leader of the Daoists rang out.

"What?" kohlrabi fructus, don't scare us! " The lackeys began to shout one after another.

"You all know my father, he is a true Taoist," the leader of the music said. "According to my father, there are truly ghosts in this world." His father was Ding Ling's most capable subordinate, the Taoist Qu.

"We … we shouldn't encounter ghosts, right?"

kohlrabi fructus laughed heartily: "How could there be such a coincidence."