"Don't!" Wen Shuo waved his hand and said indifferently: "Let's get to know our friendship. If something happens to your family in the future, it will be on me indiscriminately. Then I will jump into the Yellow River and can't wash it clearly!"

As he spoke, Wen Shuo stood up and patted the dust on his butt and legs, and said impatiently: "Okay, go home quickly. Remember to wash off the talismans on your forehead to prevent people from seeing it and explaining it. As far as the matter of Old Han is concerned, I will pretend that it has never been born before. Don't tell anyone, oh by the way, I will tell you again, don't tell anyone that I am Old Han's disciple and know the mysterious method."

Liu Maohe quickly stood up and said with lingering fear: "Then, what if the old Han wants me again in the future..."

"I can promise you this matter. If it is the old Han Ting who is looking for trouble, I will definitely care!"

"That's good, that's good, thank you so much..."

"You go quickly and let outsiders see that you have been in this house for a long time, and you will inevitably think and talk nonsense."

"Yes, yes, I'll leave now, I'll leave now..." Liu Maohe turned around and opened the door, walked out, but because of his weak legs, his feet were weak and he tripped on the threshold, and fell outside, but he didn't even hum, and got up in a dusty state and hurried to the motorcycle, rode on the motorcycle and drove away from the yard quickly.

Wen Shuo took a broom and a shovel, cleaned the main hall, and then picked up the rag bag that Liu Maohe had brought before and came to the kitchen.

Suddenly, there was a faint, slight but extremely clear voice in his ears. It was the old Han who was talking: "Boy Shuo, I had expected you to have such a play, so I made preparations in advance so that you can successfully write talismans and recite mantras with the power of the magic array, and activate and guide the operation of the magic array. However, after this time, you must carefully study the notes I left for you and practice well. Otherwise, you will not be able to write ordinary first-grade talismans, let alone talk about the method of making the altar... Okay, there is nothing to say, this time I will never see you again."

After saying that, Wen Shuo was stunned at the door of the west room, and suddenly felt the corners of his eyes were sore.

After a long time, he shook his head, walked into the west room, opened the rag bag, and found that in addition to the things that had been taken out to use just now, there was also a stack of hundred-dollar bills. He took them out and counted them, and totaled eight thousand yuan.

In this regard, Liu Maohe was not careful.

Wen Shuo is now very sure that if Liu Maohe deliberately took less money, he would send it to him obediently in a while.

Moreover, from now on, Liu Maohe will definitely not dare to provoke him!

Because in Liu Maohe's heart, the old Hantou was not "destroyed" - God knows that this old guy who turned into a ghost after his death but had the power of an immortal will kill someone when he is dissatisfied!

Putting the eight thousand yuan back into the rag pocket, Wen Shuo moved the chimney on the honeycomb coal stove, and then effortlessly moved the small, old honeycomb coal stove to the side. Under the honeycomb coal stove, there was a small pile of coal ash slag. He used the tongs next to pry open the bricks below, and now there were a few bricks covered with crosses below. After prying it open and taking it out, he saw a tightly wrapped oil cloth bag.

Take out the tart cloth bag and open it. It was a rolled red plastic bag inside. Then open the plastic bag, revealing a thick 16-open black cover notebook.

Without opening the reading immediately, Wen Shuo stuffed the notebook into his rag pocket, then laid a few bricks as it is, then placed the honeycomb coal stove in its original position, and the chimney was also aligned and simply swept the indoor hygiene with a broom.

After leaving the house, he locked the door. Wen Shuo walked into the yard with a rag bag, turned his head and looked at the northeast corner.

Although the distance is far, it can be clearly seen that the branches that were inserted into magic circles, which were originally a little dim green and wet, had completely dried up and cracked the skin - the sun attracted the ghost spirit, completely exhausted the effectiveness of the "Three Realms Soul Array".

When leaving the old house, Wen Shuo walked and thought about how the "Three Realms Soul-Setting Array" achieved soul-stationing. Unlike the "Yin Fire Three-Line Spirit-Storing Array" set up by Lao Hantou during his lifetime on the periphery of Liu Mao and his house, the magic array was at best just to gather yin evil spirits, and to input some of the thoughts of Xuanshi's practice in it, which can invade people's hearts and dreams, and then infiltrate the human body with the yin evil breath to make it restless. This magic array is not enough to cause substantial damage to the body and mind of a normal person due to its short timeliness. The souls that appear when the "Three Realms Soul-Setting Array" are like real people, with extremely flexible and meticulous thinking, and have all the memories of Xuanshi himself.

If Wen Shuo hadn't known about the existence of the "Three Realms Soul Array" in advance, he would have really thought that the ghost turned into after his death had appeared.

What does the last words left by Old Han just now mean?

Wen Shuo was confused.

It was almost twelve o'clock when I got home.

After preparing lunch, Li Qin saw her son coming back, so she stepped forward and asked Wen Shuo uneasy whether there was any moisture in the old house, whether the beams and rafters had been checked, whether there were any tiles on the roof, and whether the courtyard wall should be renovated...

Wen Shuo responded a few words in a vague manner, sat at the dining table, took out 8,000 yuan from his pocket and put it on the table, and said to his mother who was surprised: "Liu Mao told the truth to today. He had done a lot of things that were sorry to Lao Han. Since Lao Han passed away, he has been uneasy. Recently, every night, his family has either talked in this sleep or traveled in the night, which made Liu Mao and the suspect, thinking that Lao Han turned into a ghost and caused trouble in his house. In addition, he wanted to conceal Lao Han's will and embezzle the old house. He was even more guilty, so he came to the door to help me settle down and transfer the property. Today, in order to ask me to burn paper on Lao Han's grave and say a few good words for him, he also took the initiative to give me an 8,000 yuan benefit fee."

"Huh... is there such a thing?" Li Qin had an incredible expression on her face, but she couldn't help but take the money into her hand, and spat on her fingers and counted them one by one.

"Mom, do you think, are there really ghosts in this world?" Wen Shuo asked in confusion.

"In Lao Hantou's house, you still teach me that if you believe it, you don't believe it. Now I'm asking me the other way around." Li Qintou smiled without raising her face, then frowned, stopped counting money, looked up at her son, and said seriously: "I think this time, it's probably really haunted, otherwise Liu Mao and such a person would be so scared?"

"Yes." Wen Shuo nodded immediately.

After thinking for a while, Li Qin said, "But, I gave it to us and the money is also given to you. So have you gone to Lao Han's grave?"

"I'm going, I burned paper at Lao Hantou's house."

"Have you pleaded for Liu Mao and Lao Han?"

"I beg you, I talked nonsense to the grave for a long time. Liu Maohe has been by his side, on the grave and at home, and he kowtowed."

"That's good." Li Qin breathed a sigh of relief, and then said seriously: "Shuo, since you and Liu Maohe have done everything they should do, then, so you will pretend that you have never given birth to anything and are not allowed to talk to anyone, do you know?"

"Why?"

Li Qin used a stack of money in her hand to slap Wen Shuo's forehead and said, "Silly child, have you never heard of Liu Maohe? Let me tell you, this person is the most worthy of face. Once the haunted thing in the family is spread, he will definitely feel embarrassed. He will inevitably cause trouble for you in the future. We can't afford to offend him."

"Yes, yes." Wen Shuo nodded hurriedly: "No wonder when he came back from the grave, Liu Maohe also told me not to tell anyone."

Li Qin suddenly felt that she was really prepared for something, so she put down her money and urged her: "Let's have a meal."

"Oh." Wen Shuo picked up the chopsticks and lowered his head to pick the rice into his mouth.

Everything, as he wished.

Li Qin didn't care about eating. After counting a stack of money three times in a row, she ran to the bedroom with a nervous look, put the money in the drawer and locked it, and then came out to have a meal. Since Wen Shuo's father died ten years ago in an accident in a cotton spinning factory, Li Qin first set up a stall in the farmers' market to do a small business, and later started working as a cleaner after losing money until now. She has never received so much money at one time for so many years. Although she always feels that the money is too easy, she is uneasy and is worried that Liu Maohe will find the back account in the future, but since she has it in her hands, Li Qin will not take the initiative to hand it back.

After dinner, Li Qin hurried to the farmers' market, saying that she was taking advantage of lunchtime to clean the market, and she had to rush home before 2 pm and take the money to deposit it in the bank. She told Wen Shuo to be careful at home and not be thieves.

Wen Shuo was so amused that he washed the dishes and chopsticks, took the rag bag to his room, took out the old Hantou's notes, and opened it to read.

All the characters are small regular script written in pencil.

Lao Hantou's handwriting is very well written, and he has a very thin gold style.

The content style is just like when Lao Hantou preached Wen Shuo's Xuan Dharma in the past. The whole text is vernacular without any rigorous and rigid record. Instead, it is more like a long letter to Wen Shuo. The beginning is the word "Wen Shuo", and then it says:

You kid is now growing up and dislikes me as a charlatan. It is embarrassing and laughing at me with me to learn these divine knowledge. I can understand this and I am not angry. It’s just a pity and regretful. At that time, because I was worried that you would be afraid of being young, I didn’t let you see some evil foreign objects with your own eyes, let you see the dirty things and see what happened to the collision... Now I think about it, it’s better to scare you a few times at that time, so that you can convince you that what I taught you is not superstition, nor is I a charlatan that deceives you. Mystery is a real skill.

Alas, it’s quite miserable to think about it. The world is changing with each other. Who would have thought that my skills are just useless in most of my life?

I won't talk much nonsense.

You can see the words I wrote, which means that my hope has been achieved.

Here, I can tell you clearly that what I taught you was only some basic knowledge of mysterious methods, and did not teach you how to practice. First, it was inconvenient and there was no suitable place and time. I could not take the risk of being suspected of being a human trafficker and bring you home. Secondly, considering the actual situation of society, I would often be arrested by the police, and I could not let you be a charlatan in school, as that would affect your studies.

After all, being young and frivolous makes you, who are young, have a body of mysterious magic power. God knows how much trouble it will cause.
Chapter completed!