When the old lady said she wanted to give them three hundred taels of silver, even though the two "highly qualified people" tried their best to hide it, the joy between their brows could not be concealed at all.

Everyone else was shocked by the methods of these two mages, and of course they did not notice this extremely subtle change.

Huang Tinghui didn't believe the tricks of several people from the beginning. Of course, he observed this extremely subtle change.

"Thank you donor!"

"Although this evil ghost is sealed on the yellow paper, over time, if he absorbs enough Yin Qi."

"It will definitely break the seal and cause harm to the world!"

Having said this, the old monk sighed deeply.

"Exian, is there a solution?" the old lady asked anxiously.

At present, this fierce ghost's moral behavior is just average, and the Jian family is already in trouble.

If this practice grows in the future, I am afraid no one will be able to suppress it.

And the two mages might not be able to be found by then. Thinking of this, how could the old lady not be anxious?

"It's not like there's no solution!"

"If we just cast a spell like this, I'm afraid the two of us will lose more than half of our moral skills."

"This evil spirit's moral character is really too high. With the combined strength of the two of us, we can only barely suppress it!"

The old monk sighed, but remained motionless.

However, as soon as these words came out, others understood the deep meaning of the old monk.

Isn't this pretentiousness just for money?

The old lady was not a vague person. She immediately said to her servant, "Go quickly and get another five hundred taels of silver for the Immortal."

"Yes, old lady!"

As the saying goes, money can make the world go round.

As a well-known local family, the Jian family has shops and numerous properties under its name.

Naturally, they are not short of money.

If you can get rid of all the evil spirits in your home, no matter how much money you spend, it is worth it.

"Please wait a moment, old lady!" After saying that, the old monk and the witch began to prepare the magical weapons for executing evil spirits.

After all, this deceptive thing cannot be seen by others.

As for other people, they simply thought that this was an immortal technique, and of course they would not be easily seen by others.

But after a while, a frying pan was ready.

As for the old monk and the witch, they worked together to transfer the "evil ghost" from the sealed yellow paper to the remaining bones.

I saw the monk stretching out his arm and placing it in the hot oil pan. After trying it, he said to everyone: "The oil is boiling. Donor, we can start frying ghosts."

With that said, the monk threw the ghost-body-containing bones into the pot.

However, after a while, the remaining bones were heard screaming like "squeaking" as they were blown up.

Everyone was frightened when they heard the ghostly scream.

The old monk quickly explained, "This is the sound made by evil spirits being fried. Donors, please don't panic!"

After hearing the old monk's explanation, everyone felt relieved.

After all, the old monk is a god who can put his hand into a pot of oil. Of course, they are convinced by the methods of such a god.

"He is truly a divine being, and evil spirits cannot escape from the master's grasp!"

"Evil ghost, I asked you to harm my grandson, and now he is fried in oil. You are the one to blame!"

"After the evil ghost is removed, my grandson can return to normal!"

The old lady felt extremely comfortable and happy when she listened to the "ghost scream" coming from the oil pan.

The "voice" of the evil spirits is getting smaller and smaller.

Until it finally became silent and gradually dissipated.

At this time, the old monk said to everyone, "The evil ghost has been eliminated, and the Jian family is fine!"

"Husband, this monk is so powerful, really powerful!" The little girl was shocked by the methods of the old monk and the witch. She pulled Huang Tinghui's sleeves and said softly.

"You little fool!" Huang Tinghui smiled and nodded the little girl's head. He said to the little girl, "What do others say it is?"

"This is feudal superstition, and it's all used to deceive people!"

Hearing what Huang Tinghui said, the little girl's eyes straightened, "Husband, what kind of feudal superstition is this?"

"Also, how could this be a lie?"

"This is impossible!" The little girl looked at Huang Tinghui and said, she couldn't believe it.

If these words had not been spoken by her husband, the little girl would have refuted the previous two sentences.

"Tinghui, do you think this is a lie?"

"How could this be a lie? The immortal's methods are so powerful, how could it be a lie?"

Not only the little girl didn't believe it, but Fatty Gong didn't believe it either.

Fatty Gong was standing not far from Huang Tinghui, and the words Huang Tinghui and the little girl whispered just now naturally fell into Fatty Gong's ears word for word.

At this time, Huang Tinghui smiled, looked at Fatty Gong and said, "Zicheng, how about I make a bet with you?"

"What kind of bet?" Fatty Gong also became interested when he heard what Huang Tinghui said.

"I bet on the young master of the Jian family, the old monk will definitely say that this evil spirit has been harassing the young master of the Jian family for a long time."

"The young master won't get better for a while, and then they will come up with a prescription that they say will calm the mind and calm the mind."

"As long as the young master of the Jian family takes it on time, he will get better!"

Hearing what Huang Tinghui said, Fatty Gong said with some surprise, "Tinghui, if you gamble with me like this, I'm afraid you will lose miserably!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, the old monk took a step forward.

"Old lady, this young master has been harassed by ghosts for a long time and is frightened!"

"Although the ghost was killed by the two of us, the influence of the ghost cannot be eliminated in a short time."

"This is a recipe for the two of us. We only need to drink it with the young master for a period of time according to the content of the recipe, and all the influences will be dispelled!"

Just as Huang Tinghui guessed, the old monk simply told the contents of the bet between Huang Tinghui and Fatty Gong just now.

"How could this be?"

"Tinghui, can't you be good at pinching and calculating?" Fatty Gong looked at Huang Tinghui in shock and asked.

"I don't know how to calculate, but I know that they will definitely say so." Huang Tinghui said with a smile, "Even if there are some deviations from what I said, it is absolutely consistent!"

"Why is this?" Fatty Gong asked with some confusion.

"This problem is not difficult to explain, and the reason is extremely simple!"

"Because!" Huang Tinghui suddenly took a step forward, and saluted the old lady of the Jian family and others, "Because these two old bastards, couldn't they find some time to make it easier for them to escape in time?

"

This time, Huang Tinghui's voice did not conceal anything.

He looked at everyone and his voice was quite loud.

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Chapter completed!