"Young Master, this Runing County is in southern Henan. I heard from the old farmer that it is a very remote mountain village and is quite poor. You won't plan to take on this job, right?" Uncle Huzi said with some displeasure.

"Uncle Huzi, we have made almost the money. I mainly take on work to train myself. Of course, I have to choose some challenging things. It is to make money by looking at Feng Shui, but we can't do this, unless it's interesting unless it breaks the Japanese feng shui bureau in Huadu, Guangdong Province like last time." I said with a smile.

"Young master, if you are willing to do it, then take it. The old farmer seems to be living in a guesthouse in Yanbei. He said he was waiting for you to come back and left me with contact information when he left. I will call him to come tomorrow morning." Uncle Huzi said helplessly.

"Okay, since it's someone in a village who raises money to catch ghosts, it proves that this matter is no small matter. It may threaten the safety of the entire village. We must go." I looked at him again.

I was beaten by Master Eighth twice, and it really hurts. After eating and drinking, I went back to the house to rest.

Before going to bed, I suddenly thought of what the Eighth Master told me about the Donghuang Bell, so I sent a text message to the sloppy Taoist priest, asking him to keep a low profile recently, not to run around, and not to take the Donghuang Bell out for anyone to see.

The sloppy Taoist priest replied quickly this time: "Don't worry, I know it in my heart."

Then, the sloppy Taoist priest asked again: "Have you seen Xiaoxiao?"

He didn't ask, but I couldn't remember it. When I saw him asking about this, my anger suddenly emerged and I called him directly, trying to scold him.

But this kid is very smart. Not only does he not answer the phone, but he also turns off the phone directly.

I couldn't breathe my anger, and I couldn't sleep well.

In the middle of the night, I was so angry that I sat up and sighed: "Is this kid so sick? Why are you doing off the phone at all?"

The next day, I slept until noon. Uncle Huzi woke me up and said that he had contacted the old farmer in southern Henan. The phone number left by the old farmer was from the guesthouse. The old farmer said that he would come to see me in the afternoon.

I responded to knowing, and went out to have a lunch made by Uncle Huzi.

While having dinner, Uncle Huzi asked me: "Xiao Jie, didn't Xiao Luo go to the Maoshan Sect martial arts competition? How are the results?"

Good guy, he remembered to ask about this.

"It is definitely not bad if we have a few of us serving as staff for him. They are the top leaders and the first among the younger generation of Maoshan Sect. Isn't it amazing?" I said with a smile.

"It's a bit interesting. When I was in Hong Kong, I also competed with martial arts. I was a double flower red stick. Xiao Luo was even worse than me." Uncle Huzi's tail began to rise to the sky again.

Can this mean the leader of Maoshan Sect can even kill a hundred double-flowered red sticks.

I was too lazy to explain to him.

Not long after lunch here, I was about to go to bed and go back to bed when the gate of Siheyuan was knocked.

Uncle Huzi went to open the door and then brought in an old farmer with a cloth pocket on his back.

When I saw that the old farmer was dressed like a rich man, he had a pair of yellow rubber shoes on his feet, and he was wearing clothes from the 1970s and 1980s. His washing was already white, and there were two patches on it. What era is this? There are still people who can wear it like this.

This old farmer looks like he is in his fifties and sixties, but he told us that he is only in his early forties.

He worked in farming all year round, and the wind and sun were covered with wrinkles on his face, which really made him look quite old.

I still invited him to the living room and let him sit on the Huanghuali chair.

The old farmer looked very reserved and looked around as soon as he entered the house: "No, really not bad, Mr. Wu, your house is worth a little bit older, right? Can you buy it for 500,000?"

As soon as he said this, Uncle Huzi almost laughed out loud: "Brother, the chair you are sitting on is more than 500,000."

Hearing this, the old farmer stood up quickly, widened his eyes and looked back at the Huanghuali chair: "My mother, this chair is made of gold, it's worth so much money..."

I glared at Uncle Huzi, don't let him talk nonsense.

"Uncle Huzi, go and make tea." I greeted me.

Uncle Huzi quickly went down, brought two cups of tea, and placed it next to the old farmer.

I took a sip of tea, looked at the old farmer with a smile and said, "Uncle Huzi has told you about your affairs. You have to tell us in detail what the specific situation is."

The old farmer smiled crampedly, suddenly got up, and took the cloth pocket next to him.

I took a look and found that the cloth pocket was a bag containing fertilizer, and it was bulging inside, and I didn't know what it was containing.

Soon, the old farmer opened the cloth pocket and said to me with a smile: "Mr. Wu, when we first met, there is nothing to bring. This is the peanuts grown in our village. The harvest this year is good and I have brought you half a pocket. Don't dislike it."

I leaned over and took a look. It was a bag of peanuts, all with shells, all very full.

"It's really hard to carry it from such a distance, so I'll accept it with a smile."

As I said that, I put the half bag of peanuts next to me, took out a few and tasted them, and the taste was really good.

At this time, the old farmer opened his mouth, sighed first, and said, "Mr. Wu, I have also heard that there is a master in Yanbei who specializes in dealing with this matter, so I came here. In the past half month, our village has not been peaceful. Several people have died one after another. As soon as it gets dark, no one in this village dares to go out. When sleeping, he heard the cry of a woman coming from the door. That creepy person. Our village has also seen a nearby husband before. The husband lived in the village for a night, but died the next day in the house where he lives. He died so miserably."

When I heard this, it was interesting. The more dangerous it was, the more challenging it was.

But I still had a question and said, "Who introduced me to you?"

"A young man from the next village said he was working in Yanbei. He told us that there was a very powerful person in Yanbei, and that is, Mr. Wu, you." The old farmer said again.

Since my debut, I have taken a lot of work. I didn’t expect that my fame has become so great. Even if I could find out about me in a remote village in southern Henan, I felt a little happy.

"How did that gentleman die?" Uncle Huzi asked quickly.
Chapter completed!