How Can My Hyakki Yagyo Be So Cute

"Sorry, it took so long to meet with you."

The meeting place was in a dark green tent similar to a yurt. I thought it would be dark inside, but after walking in, Ding Yang realized that he was worried.

Obviously there is almost no light source, but the tent is like daylight. This strange contrast can even give people an unreal feeling for a moment.

It turns out that, using this method to emphasize that she has supernatural powers, so that the visitor can be shaken so that she can take the lead in subsequent interviews.

Although he did not see what means the other party used, Ding Yang still vaguely guessed the other party's purpose.

In addition, there is a smell similar to sandalwood in the tent. Ordinary people may ignore the past directly as sandalwood or something, but Ding Yang clearly noticed that the flow rate of the true essence in his body has slowed down slightly, not because of the fragrance. Being delayed, but closer to the feeling of "calming down".

For ordinary people, this state will make them feel calm or a little lazy. In this state, no matter how bad-tempered people are, they will be more receptive to the opinions of others, and they will be quietly changed their perceptions or attitudes about something because they do not want to refute them.

Even if there is no other means, simply relying on the combination of the two, and then having a clever mouth that can speak eloquently, is enough to make ordinary liars all the way.

For Ding Yang, who also possesses a certain degree of supernatural power, in the early days of his business, he also used many unseen similar methods, and therefore accumulated a considerable degree of property and contacts in a short period of time.

This is a very interesting phenomenon. The vast majority of the wealthy people in this country are more superstitious than ordinary people.

"Because the schedule was quite full...I believe you know that I can only meet a few people every day."

The "Master" sitting cross-legged behind a low table whispered.

Although the voice is a bit neutral and the intonation is a bit weird, if you listen carefully, you can still hear the unique warmth of women.

Probably to strengthen one's sense of authority, that's why I use this cryptic way of speaking.

"It's okay, I understand your difficulty." While commenting in his heart, Ding Yang casually said, and according to what the other party said later, sat down on the cushion in front of her low table so that the two could face each other.

This made the smell of sandalwood more intense, and Ding Yang, whose five senses were much stronger than ordinary people, couldn't help frowning.

But because of this, Ding Yang was finally able to see the face under the opponent's hood.

It was the face of an ordinary middle-aged woman who seemed nothing special at first glance. If she wanted to say it, it might look more popular than the senior man she had met in the ghost house.

What makes Ding Yang feel strange is that the other person's eyes look a little dim, as if he is blind.

But considering the actions of the other party after seeing the master from the door, she should have eyesight.

"Then, I can ask a little bit, Mr. Ding Yang, where did you hear about me?"

Before Ding Yang continued to observe any clues, the other party asked first.

With spells close to him, Ding Yang did not fear the so-called master, and replied carelessly: "I heard from a friend of mine, I heard that you can help others to change the guardian spirit, and make people become Better fortune, right?"

"Yes, but I think Mr. Ding Yang does not need my help in terms of your wealth."

The master continued to speak in a deep voice.

It seems that this guy has already investigated him.

Ding Yang secretly said in his heart.

But this is also expected.

If it hadn't been fully investigated, these cultists would probably not bring themselves to such a place so easily.

"Master, you should also know that I was actually an upside-down guy before I started my fortune?" So Ding Yang babbled half-truth: "Although I made a lot of money because of this, I always feel that I have been sleeping more and more recently. The less practical... I think it must be because I was worried about something unclean when I was fighting before. If you can solve this problem by changing the guardian spirit for me, I will be very grateful. yours."

With a big wave of his hand, Ding Yang photographed a check with an unfilled amount, and made an expression that "money is not a problem, only money is left in poor labor and capital".

I believe that no scammer would be uninterested in this.

Come on, let me see if you are a liar!

...

Just when Xiao Zhengyi and the others were a little impatient, Ding Yang walked out of the tent.

"How's it going?" So they hurried around, beware of the priests who looked like a bodyguard, and asked Ding Yang: "What the **** is the master?"

"It's a real master... it's amazing..." Ding Yang seemed to be shocked, as if he hadn't recovered his soul yet, but kept muttering to himself: "Unbelievable, unbelievable..."

"Oh, your hand is broken." Fang Xiaoqing found that Ding Yang's fingertip seemed to have broken a small mouth, and the red blood drops dripping down.

"It's okay..." Ding Yang said unconsciously: "It was probably cut by jagged grass..."

"I said, why are you so disheartened? Is it that the master is so beautiful? Has it fascinated you?"

Chen Tuwa patted Ding Yang's trousers with an unhappy expression.

"Don't say bad things about the master...Forget it, I'm tired, I have to go back and experience it..." Ding Yang first roared impatiently, and then walked towards the tent assigned to them by the church in a daze.

After he walked into the tent, Xiao Zhengyi turned his head in disbelief to look at the other two people: "What's wrong with this guy? Isn't it really mesmerized by beauty?"

"Should...no?" Fang Xiaoqing said with some uncertainty.

"I'm afraid something unexpected happened to us," Chen Tuwa pulled the corner of Rashaw Zhengyi's clothes and said softly: "Let's talk to a place where no one is."

Then they carefully avoided the sight of the cultists and hid among the woods outside the camp.

"Tuwazi, have you found anything?"

After confirming that there were no priests around, Xiao Zhengyi asked impatiently.

"That guy Ding Yang has practiced weird kung fu. Although the whole body is not invulnerable, it is difficult for ordinary knives to cut his skin. Do you really think that jagged grass can hurt him?"

Chen Tuwa and Ding Yang once ran through the ghost house together, and they were much closer than Xiao Zhengyi, so they knew more about Ding Yang than Xiao Zhengyi.

"Then how could he get hurt? The small cuts on the fingertips don't seem to be left from a fight?"

When Fang Xiaoqing was said by Chen Tuwa, it became more and more strange.

It must be said, that kind of wound is more like the extent that a child accidentally cut his finger when he sharpened a pencil with a utility knife. If Ding Yang really does it with the master, no matter how hard it is, this kind of wound will not be left. right.

"No, if you think about it carefully, you can easily get the answer." Chen Tuwa sighed: "There are only two people in the tent, even if you use the method of elimination, you can know that it is not the wound made by the'master'. Isn’t it the only thing that Ding Yang did by himself? If you use his nails, you should be able to cut his fingers... When I just got up there, I looked at his nails, and they did leave them in the nails of the thumb. Some blood stains."

"Wait a minute, isn't that even more weird? Why does he cut his finger!"

Fang Xiaoqing still couldn't understand the logic, and she seemed to be a little confused.

On the contrary, Xiao Zhengyi seemed to want to understand the meaning of Chen Tuwa's words, and his face gradually became gloomy.

"I'm afraid it is to leave us some message... It is obvious that we are all outside, and we can do things with just a shout, but we need to use this method specially. I am afraid this time things are a little troublesome." He explained to Fang Xiaoqing When he got here, he paused: "And the most critical problem is that we don't know what message he left."

"No, I actually got the message he left."

But Chen Tuwa gave them a surprise.

He raised his hand, holding a small paper ball in his hand.

"Where did you get this?" Xiao Zhengyi asked in surprise and joy.

"When that guy (Ding Yang) came out of the tent, one of the trouser legs unnaturally rolled up slightly, so I pretended to be dissatisfied and went up and patted his trouser legs. The things inside naturally fell off." Chen Tuwa tossed the paper ball indifferently and replied, "That's it."

After spreading out the paper, they realized that it was actually a piece of check paper.

However, there is neither a signature nor the amount, but two words written in blood.

Because Ding Yang might have written it in a hurry, the handwriting was very scribbled, and it took Xiao Zhengyi a long time before they could barely recognize it.

The first word is "I", but this word is crossed out by a slash; the second word is "Ghost".

"What does Ding Yang want to tell us with this?" Fang Xiaoqing looked at Chen Tuwa without thinking.

The behavior of this little guy just now made the female police officer have an inexplicable expectation of him.

This naturally made Xiao Zhengyi a little bit offended.

So Xiao Zhengyi took the first step: "Although I am not sure what the word ‘ghost’ means, the meaning of the word ‘I’ in front of it is very clear..."

Crossing out "I" means "not me".

Perhaps when he wrote this word, Ding Yang had already expected that he was no longer himself when he walked out of the tent.

"Then that ghost, is it a ghost upper body?!"

Fang Xiaoqing shuddered when she thought of the ghost of the dead house that she and Xiao Zhengyi had encountered before.