Chapter 2 Catch a Trick

At the end of the corridor is a transparent pair of floor-to-ceiling glass door. Above the door is a long plaque with eight gold characters of "Master Liu Fengshui Studio", and there is a pair of couplets on both sides. The book on the left: good or bad luck is stingy, and the book on the right: the pole is called the occupation.

Looking in through the glass door, it can be seen that the working room of more than 300 square meters is divided into many small open workshops, in which people are in a hurry, and the phone calls are ringing one after another, just like a busy company. It is said that in recent years, in addition to important customers such as dignitaries, Master Liu has stopped taking action in person, but several feng shui experts he has trained to be responsible for daily business. It is unprecedented to be able to achieve this level of feng shui.

Yong Bowen stood at the door and looked in a few times. He didn't see the old man. Instead, he provoked the eyes of the staff inside with vigilance, so he turned around and walked aside, leaning against the wall and waited patiently.

According to his original idea, the old man would take at least half an hour to come out, but he didn't expect that it was only more than ten minutes. As soon as the glass door opened, the two of them came out of it.

"Fai Lao, this matter is up to me. There will be no problem. Don't worry."

The speaker is a fat middle-aged man with big ears and a red face, with a flattering smile on his face. When he spoke, he nodded and bowed, taking off the image of a snobbish villain.

However, please don't judge people by their appearance. This person's surname is Liu Mingyi. Although he looks more like a pig killer, his real identity is the famous first feng shui master in Spring City.

With Liu Yi coming out together, it was the old man who had just entered. Hearing Liu Yi say this, he nodded slightly and said, "Then please pay more attention, and this matter..."

Liu Yi immediately answered, "Don't worry, I will keep this matter a secret for you and will never let outsiders know."

"That's good." The old man nodded with satisfaction, "Master, please come back." After saying that, he ignored Liu Yi and turned around and left.

"Okay, okay, let's go, let's go." Liu Yi waved to the old man's back repeatedly, but when he saw that the old man never turned back to him, he put away his smile and returned to the studio.

Yong Bowen saw Liu Yi enter the door, quickly caught up with the old man surnamed Fei, and shouted in the back, "Sir, please wait a moment."

When the old man surnamed Fei heard the voice, he stopped and turned his head to see Yong Bowen. There was a strange look on his face. Obviously, he was still deeply impressed by the scene he had just seen.

Yong Bowen felt very embarrassed, but it was not easy to turn back at this moment. He had to come closer and said, "Sir, can I tell you something?"

"Oh, yes." The old man surnamed Fei smiled and said, "Thank you for showing me the way just now."

"That's nothing. It should be done." Yong Bowen tried his best to control himself not to look at the inhaling ghost on the old man's back. He asked according to the idea he had just thought, "I want to ask, do you often feel dizzy, shortness of breath and weak recently, and you always feel like something is pressing on your chest when you sleep?"

As soon as Yong Bowen asked this, the old man surnamed Fei had not answered, but the inhaling ghost on his back suddenly raised his head and stared at him with fierce green eyes.

Yong Bowen's heart tightened and calmed down. He just looked at the old man surnamed Fei. He didn't sweep the inhaling ghost, but the hand in his pocket tightly pinched the gossip mirror.

"Are you a doctor?" The old man surnamed Fei looked at Yong Bowen carelessly. Although he did not admit it, he did not deny it.

"No, I'm not a doctor, I... My sister is a doctor!" Just now..." Yong Bowen couldn't help blushing when he said this, "The girl in my room, these are what she saw."

The inhaler slowly fell back and put his head close to the old man's cheek again.

"So that's it." The old man surnamed Fei suddenly nodded and suddenly asked narrowly, "She's not your sister, is she?"

"Ah?" Yong Bowen didn't expect him to say such a sentence. He couldn't help but be stunned for a moment and said in a panic, "It's almost."

The old man surnamed Fei shook his head with a smile and continued to entangle on this topic. "I have indeed felt a little uncomfortable recently. I went to the hospital several times to see if there was anything wrong."

Yong Bowen quickly said, "Well, old gentleman, if you can trust us, let my sister show you how about it?"

"Well..." The old man surnamed Fei took a deep look at Yong Bowen and hesitated for a moment. He was probably thinking about whether the young man was a charlatan or not, and then nodded and agreed, "Okay."

Yong Bowen thought it would take some time to talk, but he didn't expect it to be so smooth. He was overjoyed and said, "You come with me" and immediately turned around to lead the way.

Turning around the corner of the corridor, you can see that Ai Liyun has come back from afar. She is standing at the door and looking here uneasily. Seeing Yong Bowen bringing the old man back, she immediately looked a little nervous.

When he got close, Yong Bowen said, "Sister, I brought the old gentleman back. Show him what's wrong."

This sentence is obviously quite abrupt for Ellie Yun, who doesn't know what he said to the old man. If another person hears it, he will inevitably have no idea. Maybe he will ask him what it means. But Ai Liyun and Yong Bowen have been playing since they were young. After getting along with each other for more than 20 years, they have basically reached the point of understanding. Hearing what he said, they didn't even hesitate. They immediately said, "Okay, let's go in and talk about it, old gentleman, please come in."

While Yong Bowen let the old man surnamed Fei in, Yong Bowen introduced: "My sister is not only a master of medicine, but also from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. Although she is young, her medical skills are not ambiguous. She is also a little famous in our spring city. She is known as a female Bian Que. The brocade flags in my clinic are all over the wall..." He said. On the one hand, it is to make the old man think that they are going to see him, and on the other hand, it is also to tell Aili Yun what she should do from another perspective. It's just that he is so boastful that Lao Wang sells melons, and he looks more like a liar who sells Dali pills in the world.

But when the old man surnamed Fei heard what he said, he looked at Ai Liyun in surprise and suddenly said, "You are Ai Liyun, Miss Ai!" I have heard that your medical skills are amazing for a long time. I always thought it was those patients who exaggerated, but I didn't expect that I could see my illness at a glance. It really lives up to its reputation. I admire it. It seems quite polite while talking

"You're welcome." Everyone likes to listen to the compliment. Although Ailiyun didn't see what was wrong with the old man, she was ashamed of this compliment, but she still smiled and said repeatedly, "Please sit down, please sit down."

There was originally only one chair in the room, but I don't know where Ai Liyun got another one and put it in front of the table. The old man sat down in that chair, turned his head and looked around. Seeing that the four walls of the small room were empty and he didn't know what it was for, he asked doubtfully, "Miss Ai, are you going to open a clinic here?"

"No, this is me..." Ai Liyun looked at Yong Bowen, paused and then said, "My brother rented it. He wants to get a studio."

"Oh..." The old man nodded with understanding and looked at the two people with a smile. His eyes were very meaningful, which made both of them feel a little uncomfortable.

Ai Liyun hurriedly sat down behind the table and said to Yong Bowen first, "Xiaowen, I brought the mirror. You can do whatever you need to do." Then he turned to the old man named Fei and said, "Sir, please put your hand up."

The old man surnamed Fei nodded and put his right hand on the table. Ai Liyun cut her pulse with her fingers, thought about it carefully, and asked, "Sir, what's your last name?"

"Fae Mo."

"Are you expensive this year?"

"Fifty-nine."

"What kind of work do you do?"

"Do some small business..."

Taking advantage of this time, Yong Bowen turned around and walked to the half-human-high mirror borrowed by Ailiyun. With his back to the two of them, he quietly took out a yellow paper charm from his pocket, clipped it between his left finger, pinched his right hand, chanted a few words silently in his mouth, pasted the paper symbol on the mirror, pointed to the right, and the paper charm was "plop" A sound turned into flying ash, glued to the whole mirror, and then penetrated into the mirror little by little and disappeared.

The scene in the mirror has changed accordingly. The images of Ai Liyun and Fei Mo slowly faded and disappeared, and the appearance of the inhaling ghost appeared from nothing, lying on the top of the chair, which looked extremely strange.

A chilling chill suddenly rose in the room, and it seemed that the temperature suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees. Although the bright sunlight was still shining through the window, it could not slow down the cold at all.

Ai Liyun and Fei Mo shivered at the same time and shouted, "It's so cold!"

Almost at the same time, the inspirator suddenly raised his head and looked at the mirror. A terrible fierce light appeared in the green Yingying's eyes, opened his big mouth full of sharp teeth like a beast, and roared.

"No!" Yong Bowen couldn't help but be shocked and muttered in his heart, "Is this reaction different from what is written in the book? What's wrong? Is it because the old charm of hundreds of years ago can't keep up with the situation? Have all the ghosts evolved?

Before he could figure it out, the inspirating ghost had jumped up on his shoulder and hissed and rushed over.

Yong Bowen was shocked, but he was shocked but not confused. He stepped on the seven stars and dodged in a hurry. He shouted, "Teach me to kill ghosts and with my divine side. The girl called the jade girl, and the photo was ominous. The divine master kills, does not avoid the strong, kills the evil ghost first, and then kills the night light. Why don't you lie down? How dare you do it? It's as urgent as the law." He pinched his five thunder fingers, shouted "Hit", slammed his right foot, and his left hand tossed a paper charm, and his right fingerprint struggled forward. The paper charm suddenly turned into a streamer in the air, and lightning shot out like lightning, right in the rushing inhaling ghost.

There was a muffled sound, and the fire burst out. Half of the body of the inhaling ghost was blown to pieces. The flesh and blood were flowing down, and there was only half of the head left. The brain pulp inside was sticky and mixed with flesh and blood flowed out like tofu brains. He couldn't help howling miserably and turned over. He fell back on Fei Mo's shoulder, hugged Fei Mo's neck tightly, put half of his head on his face, and the snake-like bright red tongue leaned into Fei Mo's mouth.

Fei Mo suddenly struggled to stand up, grasped his throat tightly with both hands, and there was a suffocating sound between his throat. His face quickly lost his blood color, and the incomplete part of the inhaling ghost grew out.

Ailiyun couldn't see the gasper. She only saw Yong Bowen suddenly throwing a paper rune in the direction of Fei Mo. The paper rune exploded like a firecracker in the air. Fei Mo then became a terrible appearance that this severe asthma attack could be killed at any time. She asked in horror, "Xiaowen, what did you do?" In her mouth, she found that a thick white breath came out of her mouth. It turned out that the temperature in the room continued to drop, and at this moment, it seemed that the winter had reached the cold to the bone, which made her tremble involuntarily.

Yong Bowen's face was solemn. He waved his hand slightly. He took out the gossip bronze mirror from his pocket and threw it to Ai Liyun. At the same time, he made a gesture to her. Ai Liyun deliberately caught the bronze mirror and rushed to the window with an arrow step. The hot summer flame fell on her, which could not relieve the cold. It seemed that the chill rose from the bottom of her heart and the outside sunshine. It can't be driven back at all. Yong Bowen then bit his fingertips and drew several times in his left palm. Then he flashed to Fei Mo. He pushed his right hand and pressed it to the wall. The inhaler on his back was immediately squeezed and firmly sandwiched in the middle like a photo.

The eyes of the inhaling ghost had completely turned blood red. He stared at Yong Bowen fiercely. His claws were still tightly clasped to Fei Mo's throat, and he fell deep into the flesh, and his tongue swayed in his mouth.

"Break!" Yong Bowen shouted deeply, raised his left palm and patted the forehead of the inhaling ghost. Then he heard a crisp sound. The head of the inhaling ghost was smashed like a ripe watermelon. The red and white thing shot out like a fountain and fell on the two people on the wall, but turned into a green sticky object, emitting a strong smell.

The headless inhaler jumped up from the cracks in the wall, and his flat body expanded back to its original state in the air and fled to the door in panic.

Yong Bowen jumped to the door like lightning and saw the coming of the inspirating ghost. His hands shook, and there was already a paper charm between his fingers. The inhaling ghost was like hitting the wall, and he was immediately bounced back into the room. When it passed the mirror's irradiation range, Yong Bowen shouted urgently, "Xiao Yun!"

Ailiyun, who had been ready for a long time, raised the gossip mirror and reflected the outdoor sunlight into the big mirror.

With a buzzing sound, there was a dazzling gold in the big mirror. A gossip-like light and shadow suddenly shot out of the mirror, covering the inhaling ghost in it. The inhaling ghost creaked into a wisp of blue smoke and disappeared without a trace.

The golden gossip glow quickly retracted back into the mirror. The mirror shook a ripple as if it had been throwing into the surface of a stone, and then condensed into a gossip map like gold.

Suddenly, there was a vague dark shadow in the originally empty mirror, and it became clear in a blink of an eye. It was the inhalation ghost. Originally, it had been beaten to pieces by Yong Bowen, but it became complete again in the mirror, but it shrank a lot, about half the original size. Under the gossip, it creaked behind the mirror, and its eyes became more and more red. It looked like two bright red bulbs, emitting blood. The light.

"This is..." Ailiyun also saw it this time. When she saw a dark ghost suddenly in the mirror, she couldn't help but be so surprised that she couldn't speak. The hand holding the gossip mirror couldn't help lowering down, and the refracted sunlight deflects from the mirror.

The inhalation ghost could not move, but as soon as the sunlight left the mirror, the gossip disappeared, and it suddenly jumped up in the mirror and hit the mirror. This time, it was so hard that it hit half of its newly grown head again, and the fuzzy flesh and blood were glued to the mirror, making a crisp sound. The big mirror shook and fell off the wall and fell straight to the ground.

Yong Bowen's eyes were quick, so he rushed forward to hold the mirror and put it against the wall. The tattered head of the inhaling ghost had actually poked out of the mirror, shaking while screaming and trying to drill out. Yong Bowen raised his left hand and raised his two fingers to the rotten watermelon-like ghost head and shouted, "The sky and the earth are drowsy, thunder, lightning, wind and fire, listen to my order. I recite the spell today, but the ghost is extending the year, and the order will come. Kill thousands of ghosts, disease!" He waved his hand and slapped into the ghost's mind. Although he retracted the ghost's head into the mirror, his hands were stained with fishy and sticky. Yong Bowen was so disgusting that he almost threw the mirror at once and quickly pulled his hand and shouted, "Sister Xiaoyun, light!"

"Ah!" Ailiyun, who was in a daze, came to her senses, answered, and raised the gossip mirror again.

The golden gossip was printed on the mirror, and the inhaling ghost was suppressed.

Yong Bowen was relieved and did not dare to hesitate. He stepped back a few steps, took out a paper charm and put it between his fingers. He hurriedly praised: "Du Lama brake!" Raise your hand and paste the paper symbol on the mirror.

"Kid, how dare you transform me!" The inspirator, who could only scream, suddenly shouted loudly, and his voice was sharp and thin, like a rooster that had just been marinated.

Yong Bowen was shocked, his hand trembled, and the paper charm almost fell to the ground. He pointed to the inhaling ghost and said in horror, "You, can still talk?" According to the book, after the ghost is collected, it should be suppressed by four bodies, and it can't be moved or said. But the scene in front of me is obviously beyond the scope taught in the book.

"Kid, don't mind your own business! Be careful of getting into trouble!" The inhaling ghost shouted sadly, and his body began to slowly rot under the suppression of golden gossip. In such a while, the skin had rotten to the pus.

Yong Bowen was shocked and calmed down. He pointed to the inhaling ghost and shouted, "Humans and ghosts are different. Since you have left the world, you should be reincarnated and reincarnated. Even if the opportunity has not reached the remaining world, it should not harm people's lives. If you don't change you, where is God!"

"There will be no good end to being strong! I won't let you go!" The skin of the inhaling ghost has been rotten, the flesh and blood have been exposed, the internal organs in the abdomen have also been exposed, and the intestinal blood vessels have been separated from the body, as if a pile of broken ropes are hanging all over the body, and the stench actually comes out of the mirror.

"I melted you, and let's see how you can't let me go!" Seeing that the inhaling ghost was about to die, Yong Bowen dared to threaten himself, so he couldn't help sneering and sticking the paper charm on the mirror.

The paper symbol becomes as transparent as crystal under the light of gossip, and squeezes into the mirror little by little.

"Kid, you're dead!" The inhaled ghost howled and struggled. Although under the suppression of the gossip paper charm, it still hit the mirror surface. The yellow ghost liquid mixed with corrupt meat splashed in the mirror with the same time. With a muffled sound, it burst like a balloon full of water, and the thick juice made the whole mirror muddy. Tu. At this time, the paper symbol was just completely squeezed into the mirror.

Yong Bowen breathed a sigh of relief and found that his clothes had been soaked through sweat. It seemed that he had just been picked up from the water. The ghost liquid on his body exuded a disgusting and pungent smell, and his heart was more afraid than excited. He closed his eyes and calmed down, calming his heart that was about to jump out of his mouth a little. Then he turned his head and said to Ellie Yun, who was still holding the gossip mirror and didn't dare to move, "Sister Xiaoyun, put it down, it's done."

"Ah? Oh, oh!" Ai Liyun had been so pale that she slowly put down the gossip mirror in her hand and said, "Is it over?"

"Of course." Although Yong Bowen also felt that his legs were a little weak, he still forced his composure and said with a smile, "Isn't it a piece of cake for me, a contemporary heavenly master to deal with this kind of kid? I have turned it into..."

As soon as he said this, Ailiyun suddenly showed panic, screamed, pointed to the big mirror behind him and shouted, "Be careful!" In the scream, he didn't forget to lift the gossip mirror again.

Yong Bowen's heart tightened. He only felt a gust of wind blowing on the back of his neck, and his sweat became cold in an instant. For a moment, he couldn't care to look back to see what had happened. He rushed forward. There was a strange hiss sound behind him. It seemed that something was chasing him. When he was in a panic, the golden light flashed, and the gossip light and shadow had shone again. On the big mirror. Yong Bowen turned around in a hurry. Before he could see the situation clearly, he heard a crisp sound of Ping. The shining fragments in front of him were flying all over the sky, and a group of dark shadows rushed to him.

In the midst of Yong Bowen's hurry, he leaned back, pinched his gossip fingers with both hands, and shouted anxiously: "It's changing, roaring and fast, when you hear it, it's quick to make a sunny sound, squeak!" There was a crackling sound between the fingers, and suddenly a green and white electric light came out of his hand, and the dark shadow rushed in the middle. This five-thunder body protection spell killing is an extremely fierce and domineering Taoism, and one thunder will hurt others and others. Then he heard a bang, as if he had thundered out of thin air, shaking the small room slightly. The strong electric light burst between the strange shadow and Yong Bowen, and the two figures were hit like fallen leaves in the wind.

Yong Bowen fell firmly to the ground. He was electrocuted by his five thunder spells. He felt that his whole body seemed to be torn everywhere. For a moment, his head was dizzy and his limbs were sore and soft, but at a time when his life was at stake, he did not dare to lie still on the ground. He clenched his teeth to endure the pain, jumped up and fixed his eyes on the enemy. Look at it.

That thing was also very electrocuted, as if a paralyzed mud stuck to the wall and was struggling to get down. It is about the size of a dog, and its body is fat, round and rolling. It looks like a large caterpillar, but the bottom is dense and full of long centipede-like legs. There should be two strange tentacles on the head. There are no eyes. There is a big crack under the tentacles, and the thick green liquid is not stopping out of that mouth.

Yong Bowen saw it seriously, and his heart was cold for a moment. He couldn't help exclaiming in horror: "Ghost!"

The ghost squirmed and struggled on the wall, and suddenly cracked two openings on his back. A pair of transparent thin wings stretched out from it and shook gently. Unexpectedly, it buzzed into the air and then rushed to the prey like lightning.