Hu Ping couldn't help but feel a little confused when he saw the nonchalant expressions of Hua Jiunan and the others.
"Didn't the bosses hear clearly? I said the ghost is really coming!"
Hua Jiunan smiled: "Thanks for the reminder."
Then, in order to take care of Hu Ping's emotions, he opened the box, slowly put on the Liangyi Taoist robe, carried the killing knife on his back, and held the copper coin sword.
Seeing the sacred objects of his sect, the young Taoist priest Hu Ping did not dare to neglect and immediately performed the standard Taoist etiquette.
(Note: The Liangyi Taoist robe was a treasure given by Kublai Khan, the founder of the Yuan Dynasty, to Zhang Zongyan, the thirty-sixth generation of the Zhengyi sect.)
(Later, Huping master Zhou Daoren gave it to Hua Jiunan as a gift to him.)
(For readers who don’t remember, the little fairies can go back to Chapter 128 and turn into green cows.)
Seeing that Hua Jiunan finally paid attention to it, Hu Ping looked at Chen Daji, who was rubbing the big bump on his head and grinning.
But this guy is stupid and doesn't understand the meaning of the little Taoist priest's eyes.
He was stunned for a moment and said.
"Hey, do you want to play some more?"
"We really can't do it anymore. Chao'er's hand is so strong that my head is buzzing now..."
Hu Ping was speechless for a while, and could only helplessly look at Zhang Chao, who was wearing a military training bronze corpse.
Zhang Chao smiled and shrank his neck.
"I won't play with you anymore. Good students can't gamble."
"I advise you to stop playing around in the future and just be a little Taoist priest."
"The police have publicized that gambling makes people bad and seriously damages the body. You will be exhausted during the day and night."
"Also, nine out of ten gambles are cheating. If you lose, you will sell your house and land, and your wife and children will be separated..."
Hu Ping: "..."
At this moment, the sound of running water suddenly came from the kitchen, and everything seemed to be a repeat of the previous few days.
Zhang Chao was the closest and quickly walked in to check.
"The faucet valve is broken. Just replace it tomorrow..."
"Let me go, why is there still black water dripping? Is something rotten inside?"
A "gang jing" who grew up in a rural area obviously has little research on tap water.
After watching for a while, he quickly ran into the bathroom holding his big butt.
"Ai Ma, Boss Chen, please give way. We are approaching the city and we won't be able to defend it!"
After riding Chang Ba Ye for several hours on a long journey, Zhang Chao felt sick and had a stomachache.
Chen Daji cursed when he saw this scene.
"A lazy ass grinds his shit and urinates a lot!"
"It's going to be haunted. Hurry up! It won't be fun if you wait too long!"
Zhang Chao didn't dare to make Chen Daji angry, so he agreed repeatedly after hearing the words.
"Boss Chen, don't worry, I'm just going to do it..."
As soon as I sat on the toilet, the bathroom light started to flicker with a sizzling sound of electricity.
Standard haunted prelude.
Unfortunately, this did not scare Zhang Chao. He thought it was the "high technology" in the city, used to adjust the atmosphere when defecating...
However, what Zhang Chao couldn't see was that at this moment, a ghostly hand full of blood stretched out from the toilet and grabbed his butt bit by bit.
The moment the two sides came into contact, "Gang Jing" felt a bone-chilling coldness.
"Damn it, is it so advanced? It even has the function of automatically wiping your butt?!"
"But I wiped it before I pulled it. It's not smart at all!"
In order to live up to the good intentions of the high-tech toilet, Zhang Chao complained while getting angry and exerting force.
With a pop, Zhang Chao felt relieved and the ghost hand disappeared...
After a while, Gang Jing left the bathroom cursing.
"What the hell, I've finished defecating, and the toilet hasn't been wiped yet."
"If I had known earlier, I would have done it sooner..."
Hua Jiunan and others obviously didn't understand what Zhang Chao said, so they didn't answer.
Only Zhang Chao, who was calling Pingjue, came out to pay tribute this time. It seemed that some key steps were missing.
"Zhang Chao, did you not flush the toilet just after using it? Why didn't I hear the flushing sound?"
Gang Jing was stunned: "Does this thing still need to be charged? I don't know..."
In a moment of embarrassment, the lights in the room began to flicker, and bursts of weird laughter came from under the bed.
Chang Baye trembled with fright and swooped behind Hua Jiunan.
In the flickering light and darkness, I saw a figure wearing white bloody clothes with his face facing down, struggling to crawl out from under the bed.
Climbing and giggling.
The sharp black nails scratched the floor, making a sound like a cat's claws scratching the glass.
"Help me, let me out."
"I was pressed so hard!"
Chen Daji is very curious and not afraid of ghosts.
He immediately stood up and looked around the evil ghost.
"Fuck, boss, come and take a look."
"We've only heard of ghosts pressing on the bed before, but this is the first time we've seen ghosts pressing on the bed. It's a great experience!"
"Chao'er, Xiao Bottle, you two come and help lift the bed. You guys will have to suffer a lot after being pressed down for so long..."
