The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 532
"Little fly, what's going on with your master?"

I blurted out.Now I think of the last time when an accident happened in the coffin, the little fly quickly took out the ink fountain thread as if he knew it would happen in advance, and stopped the old stall from crawling out of the coffin.There must be something going on here, and the little fly must know the inside story.

"I..." The little fly was still a little hesitant, looking at what happened in front of him, it probably exceeded his expectations.

"Fuck, what time is it, and you are still fucking hesitating, are you a man, mother-in-law looks like a woman..."

Pang Haihai was always afraid of snakes, so when he saw everything in front of him, he even hid behind me and didn't dare to move.Seeing the little fly hesitating, he vented his anger on the little fly.

Strange to say, this little fly is still very stubborn towards me, a little annoyed that I lifted the coffin lid of the old stall in private.But maybe it was a relationship between one thing and one thing. He was a little in awe of Pang Dahai. When Pang Dahai scolded him like this, he didn't dare to refute. He opened his mouth and said, "I don't know what's going on, Master. ...He didn't say anything..."

Hearing this, my heart moved.Master didn't say...

Master naturally meant the old Tantou, and the old Tantou didn't say this, so what did he say?Is it possible to understand the meaning of what Xiao Yingzi said: before the old stall head died, he told Xiao Yingzi some things, including that we came to find him. How to do?
In fact, these things really happened, and these things are under the control of the old stall and the little fly, so he still has ways to respond.But what happened in front of him was beyond the expectation of the little fly, let alone within the prediction range of the old stall.So the little fly didn't know what to do.

In desperation, the little fly shouted at Pang Dahai again: "You know this snake lixiang, you have a way to solve it..."

Fat Dahai rolled up his sleeves, and said coldly at Little Fly: "Are you trying to provoke me, aren't you? Of course I have a way..."

I was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Fatty, stop making trouble, seriously, do you really have a solution?"

Pang Dahai looked at the snakes in front of him and said, "I can try, but my method is limited to dealing with these snakes, and I can't deal with what's going on inside the coffin."

I analyzed: "I feel that the situation in the coffin is related to the incense of these snakes. If you take the snake back first, maybe the coffin will stop."

Fat Dahai nodded, turned his head and shouted at Little Fly, "Hey, Little Fly, do you have any flour here?"

The little fly glared at Pang Dahai with a haughty face, then turned back to the old stall's room to look for flour, holding his breath.

Fortunately, those snakes only surrounded the front of the mourning hall, and did not block the road behind, otherwise, we would not be able to leave the mourning hall.

"Fatty, are you sure?"

Wiping the cold sweat off my brow, I noticed that the snakes were jumping faster and faster in the yard, and the coffin lid had already started shaking crazily.The color of the grid drawn with ink lines on the coffin is getting lighter and lighter.If this continues, within 5 minutes, the coffin lid should not be able to block the old stalls inside.

The fat man shook his head, wiped the cold sweat off his head with his sleeve, and said, "Boss, to be honest, I'm not sure. This is just a simple method I know from my hometown. I'll let you know if I can get rid of these snakes." It’s not good either. But it’s better to try than to do nothing. Boss, I’ll use simple methods to get rid of the snake later, so why don’t you throw a few psychic charms first?”

I understand what the fat man means, we have also learned how to draw psychic symbols.The psychic talisman is generally a kind of rune used to communicate with ghosts and gods. The reason why these snakes came here is probably to have some aura. Using the psychic talisman should be useful.

The little fly went into the room, and after another two or three minutes, Pang Dahai couldn't wait any longer, and shouted inside: "It's so annoying, is it all right?"

Little Fly ran out with a basin in his hand, and handed the basin to Pang Dahai: "There are only so many sides at home. Is it enough?"

The fat man took the pot and nodded: "It's a good use."

I saw that there was half a bowl of flour in that basin, and the fat man pointed to the ever-burning lamp in front of the coffin again: "Little fly, pour that lamp oil into this basin for me."

The little fly was stunned: "That won't work, that's my master's ever-burning lamp, and we can't live without lamp oil."

"Grass, didn't you see that your master's coffin is about to fail? Do you still want to solve the problem?" The fat man yelled angrily.

The little fly had no choice but to bow three times to the coffin, took the ever-burning lamp over, and poured all the lamp oil inside into the basin filled with flour.

Pang Dahai reached into the basin, mixed the flour with lamp oil, and stirred it.Soon, the flour was kneaded into small gnocchi by him.

Afterwards, I found out that this is a common pimple soup recipe in Pang Haihai's hometown.It's just that when you eat, you need water, but this time you use lamp oil.

Pang Dahai worked hard to knead those gnocchi into the smallest particles.At this moment, a loud bang was heard from the coffin lid behind him.

This time we were all frightened, and saw that the coffin lid was once again propped up with a gap from the inside.The bony paw of the old stall protruded from inside.

"Ah,...Master?" Little Fly screamed.

"Fatty, hurry up." I yelled to remind Pang Dahai.

Fat Dahai's face was pale, he gritted his teeth, and nodded at me: "Boss, issue a talisman."

I understood it, took out two bottom talismans, and quickly sketched two psychic talismans with a Chinese ink brush.

I pinched the talisman with two fingers, recited a set of psychic spells, and lit the talisman on the oil lamp that had not been completely extinguished.

The two talismans burned, and I threw them into the snake group, and the talisman was completely burned in mid-air in an instant.

Pang Dahai grabbed a handful of gnocchi with his hands, threw them down towards the snakes in front of him, and at the same time shouted loudly: "The head of the family is wounded, and the family immortal avoids it. The celestial master is here, sitting in the middle hall..."

Those little gnocchi fell from the sky like raindrops.

Then an astonishing scene happened, those snake bodies that were standing upright suddenly piled up, and then the gnocchi that fell from the air swallowed their stomachs.

The snake that swallowed the gnocchi twisted its body and slowly retreated from the door.

Seeing this, I felt relieved, it seems that the fat man's method has worked.

I also noticed that as the snakes left, the hand stretched out by the old man in the coffin slowly retracted.

My judgment is also correct, the situation where the snake stands here is related to the coffin of the old stall.

(End of this chapter)