After eating a lot of hard food from the farmhouse, Zhang Wei also started wandering around the village.

He even gave it to himself, and Xiao Yan, who followed behind his butt, like a small tail, both of them opened their eyes.

However, when Zhang Wei wandered around and outside the village, including even Yang Qiaoyun's refilled grave, he didn't find anything wrong.

Don’t say that the little yin energy will be left behind after the ghost appears.

Even in the cemetery, Zhang Wei looked at the pile of ashes dug out after being buried, and could not understand why the village woman Yang Qiaoyun could have another possibility of ghosts causing trouble.

However, there were at least twenty people in Maopeng Village who patted their chests and promised that they had indeed seen each other with their own eyes last night.

"What a fuck! It's such a weird thing." Zhang Wei scratched his forehead and began to think hard. The problem was that with his limited professional knowledge, he really couldn't handle such a deep problem.

However, Zhang Wei glanced at a place not far away. Gao Aimin, a Maoshan disciple with a smelly face, quickly became balanced.

Because it seems that this disciple of a famous sect didn't even have time to eat breakfast.

I was so excited that I took people to work hard for such a morning. Unfortunately, so far, I have not found any effective gains when I saw this guy.

Now it seems that this poor guy is showing signs of getting angry.

Zhang Wei didn't feel that there was anything to worry about not finding the clues.

He had already decided to spend the night in Maoping Village tonight; if that weird thing dared to continue to appear, he would just find a way to kill it.

If you dare not show up because you are afraid of them, it will be quite easy to deal with.

Zhang Dixian, his military coat, wanted to take the college entrance examination, so he was not free, but he could have let Maoshan disciple Gao Aimin come to stay in front for a while!

Anyway, he believed that with the other party's injured pig-loin face, there was no possibility of the college entrance examination.

After making all this happily, Zhang Wei told Master Qi's decision about this. When he learned that Zhang Dixian was able to watch the village at night, Master Qi's uncle immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, this guy Shiran lived in the best room in the village, the master bedroom of the first wealthy family, Mao Tuzi's house.

Regarding this, it was proposed by Mao Tuzi and his wife.

They firmly believed that a fierce man like Zhang Dixian, who was very handsome, would have a function similar to consecration if he slept in their room for one night.

I'm afraid it's an ordinary ghost, I won't dare to enter this room in the future...

After entering the master bedroom, Zhang Wei closed the door of the room. In the words of this guy's mouth, he needs to accumulate energy and eliminate demons at night.

In fact, after closing the door of the room, Zhang Wei did not lie on the soft big bed to sleep.

Instead, I took out a thick exercise book from my backpack that was slanted around my waist, and planned to find a place to sit down. Today, I had to do more than ten mock exam papers for the college entrance examination.

This is also the most important reason why he hid in the room and closed the room door tightly.

Secondly, there is a little more important thing. Although he had a brief contact with his class teacher Fang Ping just now, the other party did not recognize that this guy was his student.

But Zhang Wei tried his best to not give both parties too many opportunities to contact, after all, this is broad daylight.

On the sofa in the master bedroom, Zhang Wei awkwardly pulled aside the many women's clothes piled up on it and the small toys that made people jealous.

I just sat on it and started to do the questions seriously.

However, this guy soon realized a sad thing that after he left Liu Rong's tutoring, the difficulty of these questions was really desperate.

Even if it is better than before, it will not be much better.

Zhang Wei, who was gritting his teeth and doing the papers, felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier as he did it. Finally, he fell on the sofa and fell to death and fell asleep.

*******

At 1:30 in the afternoon, Zhang Wei, who was sleeping soundly on the sofa and was awakened by the sound of his seventh uncle calling for dinner outside.

It was only then that he was sad to find that he had gained nothing in his morning study.

Depressed, Zhang Wei changed his mind. Since he couldn't learn, he would prepare for the evening battle in the afternoon.

So after having lunch in a hurry, Zhang Wei immediately returned to the room and planned to try his new ideas.

From the bag, Zhang Wei took out the cut yellow paper and drew as many as thirty talismans in one breath.

Twenty of them are amulets, and only ten of the Beidou Destroyer Talismans were drawn; the reason why he drew so many amulets was that he planned to give ten of them to Fang Ping's action team during supper.

Just during lunch, Maoshan disciple Gao Aimin learned that Zhang Wei was going to stay for a vigil at night.

It immediately stated that they would stay for a vigil tonight, and as long as the ghost appears again, it must know the power of Maoshan Taoism.

After getting familiar with the Shenwang Bureau, Zhang Wei learned that a junior operation team like Fang Ping had basically not distributed amulets.

Therefore, Zhang Wei was more careful when drawing talismans and drew more than ten more pictures, which was a little bit of his intention to his class teacher.

Anyway, it's not a big deal, it's just a few cents of yellow paper, and even less valuable finger blood...

After drawing the talisman, Zhang Wei did not use double-sided tape to glue the talisman to the brick as usual.

If it were normal, it would be okay to throw some bricks into destroying monsters, but in front of Maoshan disciples, Zhang Wei instinctively did not want to weaken their reputation as Longhu Mountain.

Even in fact, he can only be regarded as a branch disciple who has not much recognition from Longhu Mountain.

If you can't throw bricks, it doesn't mean that he can't use talismans to fight. Zhang Wei finally took out the book and placed it for a while. The eldest brother Zhang Zheng gave me "I Want to You" to give me.

In the second half of the secret book, Zhang Wei turned to the Longhu Mountain lineage to control the tactics and began to study it carefully.

To be honest, the above explanations about the tactic control techniques are all awkward ancient Chinese. Originally, Zhang Wei had already taken out his cell phone.

I plan to search for difficult words online and use this method to transfer and understand the content.

Then I read it carefully and found that Zhang Wei, who didn't need to unlock the phone, had already figured out everything above; it felt as relaxed as if he was reading the instruction manual of the electric fan.
Chapter completed!