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Hearing the master from the city doing this sentence, the first thought that came to Su Xun's mind was that these villagers encountered liars.

Because there will be a master of hammers in the city.

Of course, he is definitely not included in Master Su, he is a true master.

"Did you invite this master?" Su Xun looked at the old man and asked.

The old man shook his head: "No, Master Yunyou happened to pass by us. At a glance, we can see that there is something dirty in our village. We all begged him to surrender."

Okay, now Su Xun is more sure that this guy is a liar.

Nowadays, there are so few demons and monsters, and they are cherished more than giant pandas. It is not an exaggeration to list them as first-class protected animals.

In the words of Taoist Qingyang, if you really encounter a demon, a ghost or something, you will be lucky, and you must be impatient to surrender.

And if you really don't want to be nosy, you usually avoid dirty things and avoid getting involved.

The master pointed out that there was something dirty in the village and took the initiative to get involved, but he refused to take action. He also asked these villagers to beg him before he would take action.

More importantly, standing at the entrance of the village, he did not feel any evil in the village.

In summary, Su Xun was 80% sure that this so-called master was a clever scammer.

It is getting harder and harder to cheat money in the city these days, so many scammers are targeting remote mountainous areas.

Because these remote mountainous areas are basically out of touch with the outside world, they are relatively closed, and less information can be obtained, so they are more easy to deceive.

For the villagers' willingness to borrow the way, Su Xun really couldn't bear to see them being deceived.

After all, the village is so poor that there is no access to electricity, and if you are caught by a scammer, these villagers may not even have money to buy fertilizer in the coming year.

So Su Xun kindly reminded him: "Old man, this person's heart is separated from the belly. I think your village is pretty good, and there is nothing dirty, but don't be fooled by others."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young monk walked over and looked at Su Xun with a bad look: "Boy, who do you think is a liar!"

"Little Master Jingwu."

"Little Master Jingwu."

The villagers at the entrance of the village all greeted this young monk one after another, obviously respecting him.

Jing Wu glanced at Su with a gloomy look, and then he shot a check at the old man: "Amitabha, the old donor, my master heard that two corpsesmiths came to the village entrance, and I specifically asked me to tell the donor, you must not let them Into the village."

"They took the corpse on the way, and the corpse was very sullen. If the dirty things in the village inhale the sullen anger, it will be difficult to surrender."

"what!"

Hearing this, the villagers' expressions changed drastically.

"Hehe, nonsense."

Su Xun sneered, and directly put a hand on Jing Wu's shoulder, using his psychic ability.

"what are you doing."

Jing Wu wanted to break free, but he felt as if his shoulder was clamped by iron tongs, unable to move.

Su Xun let go of him and said coldly: "I think you are afraid that we will come into the village to reveal your deceptive tricks, so come here and stop us."

Jing Wu's face changed, his pupils shrank, and his heart was shocked, because Su Xun was right.

It doesn't matter if the corpse shoveler is a pretender who uses wooden boards to tie the joints of the corpse to control the walking of the corpse.

But the corpse chaser traveled all over the world, knowing well, and surely able to see through their deception.

That's why his master asked him to come out to prevent the corpse carpenter from entering the village, but he didn't expect to be broken by Su Xun.

The so-called dirty stuff is just an illusion that they sneak into the village every night.

"Nonsense! Blood spurts!" After Jing Wu was dismantled, she was furious, as if she had been wronged.

Su Xun chuckled, "If you don't have any ghosts in your heart, why don't you let me see how the two masters cast down demons?"

"You..." Jing Wu just wanted to speak.

Su Xun interrupted him directly: "If you are worried about the sullen corpses behind me, you don't have to. I will leave them outside and enter the village alone."

He had to teach these two liars a lesson that he will never forget.

"Little Master Jingwu, let this master go in and have a look." The old man helped Su Xun speak because he was also suspicious.

The village has been haunted for so long, but every time some animals die, people have never had an accident, which is a bit strange.

Jing Wu knew that he could not refuse, so he could only agree to Su Xun's approach to the village to watch his master.

Su Xun asked Fatty Mei to look after the corpses of the seniors outside, then brought the invisible Qin Zhu into the village, and whispered to Qin Zhu's side.

Qin Zhu showed a sly smile, eager to try.

Soon, the group came to a courtyard in the village.

In the yard, the tools needed for the incense case were already set up, and a fat-eared monk was mumbling there.

Jing Wu walked over and whispered a few words to his master.

The fat monk glanced at Su Xun, nodded calmly as a greeting, and then said to the villagers: "Thank you, all the donors, retreat first. I'm going to start cooking to draw the evil spirit out."

An old liar is an old liar, and he is much more calm than the young and young man.

The old man looked at Su Xun, because Su Xun had said that these two masters were liars.

"Let's go, let's not disturb the master."

Su Xun's mouth lifted up with a playful smile, dropped a word, and then walked out.

Upon seeing this, the old man followed and left.

Other villagers followed and closed the door of the yard.

The invisible Qin Zhu stayed in the yard and did not leave.

As soon as the gate of the courtyard was closed, the fat monk scolded Jing Wu angrily: "What are you doing? Didn't you stop the carpenter?"

"Master, that guy seems to be able to see what I'm thinking, there are really two brushes." Jing Wu looked helpless.

The fat monk snorted coldly: "There are two brushes with a fart, you must be too bad acting."

"Master, what should I do now." Jing Wu bowed his head and dared not talk back.

The fat monk yawned: "Wait, there are no ghosts at all. After we wait for more than ten minutes, we will go out and we will say that the ghost has been eliminated."

"Monk, how do you know that there is no ghost?"

A female voice faintly sounded.

When the fat monk heard this, he subconsciously sneered: "It's the 21st century, where is there any ghost in this world..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly reacted, his fat body stiffened in place, and dense beads of sweat leaked from his forehead.

Jing Wu also turned pale, the master and disciple faced each other, their heartbeat accelerated, and their hands and feet trembled unconvincingly.

In the yard, it is obvious that there are only two of them, how could the third voice be heard?

Still a woman.

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