"Long Junchen, just call me Junchen." Long Junchen saw the curious villagers who were gradually surrounding him, and was not used to being watched by so many people. He shook the car window upwards, revealing only one eye.

"Okay, Jun Chen, I am the village chief of Maotai Village, named Ma Duwei. Just call me Village Chief Ma. This is how people are talking. Let's go to my house to chat." Ma Duwei nodded to the people around him without a trace. When Long Junchen heard that he was the village chief, he knew that this guy should know a lot of things. The truth of He Linlin's case should be learned from him. He nodded and responded simply, "Then please lead the way." Then he rolled up the car window and followed closely behind Ma Duwei.

Soon, following the surrounding villagers secretly, Long Junchen followed the village chief to an inconspicuous house. The old man waved his hands to the villagers behind him. Although the villagers behind were very curious, they did not dare to be too arrogant when they saw the village chief Ma's look of staring at him. They followed the door and saw that the door was slammed and closed, and finally they could only return in disappointment.

There was a big yellow dog in the yard. After seeing Long Junchen, he barked wildly. However, after Long Junchen glared at it, it stopped barking, shook its tail, whimpered a few times, and then retracted its doghouse. Village Chief Ma glanced at Long Junchen meaningfully and walked straight into the room.

Long Junchen followed the village chief into his room. The furnishings here were very simple, with only a bed and some simple furniture. The old man seemed to live alone. Long Junchen looked around and saw some unused yellow paper placed in the corner, the road flags scattered on the ground, and the house was filled with the fragrance of glutinous rice. The guess in his heart was slowly realized.

"Junchen, sit down, I'll make a pot of tea for you." After letting Long Junchen into the house, Ma Duwei was afraid that some villagers had not left or wanted to show kindness to Long Junchen. He did not go directly to the topic, but actively ran around, making tea and handing cigarettes for Long Junchen, and brought some fruit plates of snacks. After he was busy enough, he sat next to him, lit a cigarette, and started smoking.

?Long Junchen sucked the cigarette while carefully looking at the village chief of Maduwei. Maduwei looked about sixty years old, not tall and of medium figure, but quite solid. By age, he is already in his sixties, and has a very good body. He is dark and as his name suggests, with a long face, and a horse face is particularly eye-catching.

The two eyes were staring like cow bells, slightly protruding outward, but not dull. Seeing Long Junchen's eyes were not at all turbid, but instead they were shining with a glittering glow.

After working for a long time, Long Junchen's eyes were dazzled, so he called Ma Duwei to sit down, extinguish the cigarette in his hand, and waved to Ma Duwei, "I said Village Chief Ma, it's getting late, we won't talk about things anymore, are you going to start preparing for dinner? I always feel that you don't want to talk about it?" Long Junchen stroked his chin, and Ma Duwei was stunned. He looked up and happened to meet Long Junchen's smiling eyes.

Long Junchen had long seen that although the village chief Ma politely invited him into the house, he didn't seem to want to talk about those things about catching ghosts and demons. He was busy all the time, as if he could avoid this problem by keeping busy. Long Junchen secretly guessed that what happened, which made this person who originally had Taoist magic power shrank so much. Could this ghost's cultivation level be extremely terrifying?

As if he had seen through his worries, Ma Duwei touched his head embarrassedly, and had to put down the teapot he was about to change. He had already changed two pots of tea. As long as he was not a fool, he could see that this guy was worried. Ma Duwei slowly moved to Long Junchen, nodded politely, and then sat down. It seemed like something was on the seat. Before Ma Duwei could speak, he twisted his body unnaturally.

"I said to Village Chief Ma, since you are also a Taoist priest, then I might as well go straight to the point. Is your place haunted?" Long Junchen narrowed his eyes slightly, did not greet him too much, and entered the topic with one single sword.

"This..." Village Chief Ma looked puzzled, hesitated for a moment, glanced out of the window, confirmed that no one was eavesdropping outside, and then nodded, "Yes, there are indeed some supernatural events in our place."

"Supernatural incident?" Long Junchen resisted the urge to laugh and gave Village Chief Ma annoyed, "I said, since you are all Taoist priests, don't use any supernatural incidents to make excuses. Just tell me, what the hell is it?"

Long Junchen's eyes were burning, and his whole attention was all on Ma Duwei's twitching expression. The weather was not very hot, but the sweat on Village Chief Ma's forehead rolled down like a plum rain in June. He swallowed hard, put his index finger on his lips, and made a silence gesture, "Junchen, this matter has nothing to do with you. You don't have to come to this muddy water. I advise you to stop asking!"

Village Chief Ma's tone was a little desperate. In addition to the determination, it was actually despair. Long Junchen frowned. Hearing this tone, it seemed that the Maotai Village was tortured by this monster. This kind of despair, Long Junchen had seen it. It was despair after anger, despair that was fruitless in resistance, despair that was desperate, despair that was unwilling to compromise but helpless.

Long Junchen looked at Ma Duwei, who was trembling with his body, took a light breath, suddenly slashed his fingertips, and a blood burst out. At the same time, Long Junchen quickly took out a piece of yellow paper. Long Junchen quickly drew a spell with the flowing blood. The blood was soaked on the yellow paper, forming a dragon pattern entrenched on it. At this moment, a cold air rose from the room where the spring was gradually warming, and a low dragon roar slowly sang out from the talisman paper. When Village Chief Ma heard the dragon roar, he shivered all over and his legs became weak, and he felt a faint urge to kneel down and worship.
Chapter completed!