Uncle Jiu: Yizhuang Lingying, invincible starting from burning incense

"Okay, okay, Uncle Nine, what you said is right, you hurry up and help our family, settle these ghosts, and I'll give you another thousand-year-old ginseng!"

After Master Tan finished speaking, Mao Shanming smiled.

Stick the last piece of paper in your hand on the door of the living room.

After doing all this, Mao Shanming clapped his hands: "I'll give you this one."

Mao Shan Ming stepped down the steps and came to the Dharma platform.

Picked up the peachwood sword and played a set of five-step Kuixing swordsmanship.

Picking up a paper talisman on the table, he flew over the altar.

One-handed fight, one point shot.

Stick the paper note in your hand on the door curtain.

"Uncle Nine, what a skill!" Master Tan clapped his hands.

"Uncle Nine really deserves his reputation!" the housekeeper also applauded.

Most of the people who came to their house to exorcise evil spirits before, the Jianghu warlocks were half-hangers.

Before I started, I was frightened by the things in the house.

But at least the current Uncle Nine can hold these ghost things.

"Hmph!"

Mao Shan Ming smiled smugly and picked up the two umbrellas on the table.

"Uncle Jiu, what's the use of these two umbrellas?" asked Master Tan curiously.

"What else can you do, of course it's used to collect ghosts!" After

speaking, Mao Shanming directly threw the oil-paper umbrella into the living room.

"That's it?" the

butler looked at with wide eyes and curiosity.

Those charlatans before were not as powerful as Uncle Jiu.

Those people are blowing and blowing, and they really get what they pay for.

This kind of thing of catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits has to be solved by a professional ninth uncle.

Under the gaze of the crowd.

Two oil-paper umbrellas that entered the door blew up a puff of white smoke.

"There are ghosts!!"

the butler saw two ghosts, one large and one small, dressed in Qing Dynasty costumes, appear in the room.

"Of course there are ghosts!" Mao Shan Ming grabbed the peachwood sword and rushed in.

As soon as he entered the room, Mao Shanming winked at Dabao to indicate the beginning.

In the room, Mao Shanming and Dabao Xiaobao staged a scene where you chase me.

"You two dead ghosts, stick in my ass, you're tired of it, aren't you!"

Mao Shan Ming only felt that his butt hurt terribly.

I didn't expect to be killed by Xiaobao for a thousand years.

"It's you who said that you want to be realistic, as soon as we are serious, you will be angry, you are playing Laipi!" Xiaobao said with a grin.

"Forget it, why don't you hurry up and go out to cheat money, you want a big silver ticket, see it clearly!" Mao Shanming rubbed his ass and waved his hand.

"Uncle Ming, you promised to give each of us a new set of clothes. Xiaobao made a smart request.

"Okay, okay!" Mao Shan Ming nodded in agreement.

Dabao and Xiaobao rushed out of the room with a grin.

At this time, the Tan family.

As soon as I saw the ghost running out of the house.

The family turned pale with fright.

If you want to escape, you can't use your legs.

"Uncle Nine, Uncle Nine, help!"

These two demons do not choke another man's neck, but choke his neck.

Mao Shanming rubbed his ass and walked out to see Dabao pinching.

"These two ghosts are aborigines, if you don't give money, they won't give up!"

"Uncle Nine, what do you mean?" Master Tan obviously didn't understand.

"It's so stupid, I mean these two ghosts used to live under your newly built mansion, and now other people's graves are pressed by you, if you don't spend some money to send them to move, I will definitely come back to you when I leave!"

"Huh??" Master Tan suddenly realized.

He took out a small denomination silver ticket from his bag and stuffed it to Dabao.

Dabao looked at the small denomination and shook his head, and his hands were slightly stiff.

"Master Tan, you really sacrificed your life and money!".