"It's weird! It's really weird! Guest, please try it again!"
Originally, all this man's thoughts were on the chessboard, and he would glance over there from time to time, but later, he could no longer take his eyes away from Wu Fan.
"Okay..." Wu Fan was already a little helpless, but he could only do as he was told.
Although he is originally a soul body and his normal breathing is to swallow the Yin Qi, he still feels a little tight in the chest and short of breath after struggling for so long.
"It's really strange. This is the first time I've seen such a situation since this place was established..." This man seemed to have found something more interesting than the chessboard, and actually set his sights on Wu Fan for the first time.
"Huh?" He looked Wu Fan up and down, but his eyes fell on the iron rod in Wu Fan's hand. Wu Fan didn't see how the man moved, and the iron rod fell into the opponent's hand, and then he heard He murmured to himself: "That's it, that's it..."
"Oops!" Wu Fan's heart skipped a beat when he saw this. The Teacup Ghost and the others are our own people, and although it doesn't hurt to know, if the existence of the old immortal is known to others, it may cause some unnecessary trouble.
"Sir, this iron rod is nothing special...it's just an ordinary thing I use for self-defense..." Wu Fan explained hurriedly.
"Haha... I didn't say anything more. Are you not making a fool of yourself by saying something like this?" The man sneered when he heard this, and said calmly: "This guest may feel at ease, but I am not from the Sixth Hall. I have no intention of paying attention to my own affairs...and I am used to being single, so even if I accept this old ghost, it will be useless."
Hearing what this person said, Wu Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief, but before his heart dropped, he saw this person reaching out to him again.
Seeing the man's extended palm, Wu Fan immediately understood. He thought that the man in front of him was "above and aboveboard", unlike other guys who were pretentious and duplicitous.
"Sir, please accept it..." Wu Fan took out a money bag from his arms and handed it to the man respectfully.
Just as the man was about to stretch out his hand, he frowned: "Guest, what do you mean?"
Wu Fan secretly thought that was too bad. He didn't expect that this person could be so stubborn. He would show his disdain for the lack of hush money in such a straightforward way.
"Sir, I have so much money on me now... Please wait a moment, I will go back soon..."
The man's expression froze, and then he suddenly burst into laughter: "This guest of yours is so pedantic! You actually think of me as a corrupt person?"
"Isn't it...isn't it?" Wu Fan was a little confused and subconsciously said.
The man didn't say much when he heard this, but pointed to Wu Fan's arms: "Guest, we'd better hurry up, otherwise your friend will be waiting in a hurry!"
Seeing this, Wu Fan realized that the person in front of him was not asking for hush money, but wanted him to hand over the drama ghost to him.
"This..." Wu Fan was a little hesitant. After all, it was his first time seeing the person in front of him, and he always felt a little distrustful.
"Master, this person has clear eyes and is not greedy at all. He really wants to help you. Please feel free to hand me over boldly!" Just when Wu Fan was silent, the opera ghost in his arms suddenly spoke out. .
As mentioned before, this opera ghost has two specialties, one is the haunting song, and the other is the confession play. He is particularly good at using the seven emotions and six desires to add color to these two plays. But when the man in front of him was chatting with Wu Fan about himself, there was no extra color in his eyes!
After hearing the reminder from the opera ghost, Wu Fan no longer hesitated and hurriedly took out the rag from his arms and handed it over.
The man squinted his eyes and looked at the iron rod and rag, and then with one move he attracted two chess pieces, one black and one white. A shadow flashed in his hand, and he touched two chess pieces and two objects for a moment, and then handed them to Wu Fan.
"These two items are made of special materials, so it is inconvenient to bring them in. I will keep them for you for the time being. Please invite the three guests." After saying this, the man's figure flashed, and he sat back in front of the chessboard, and put the iron rod and The rag was placed opposite the chessboard.
Seeing this man taking the opera ghost and the old immortal away, Wu Fan felt anxious. But before he could say anything, he heard two surprised sounds coming from his palm.
"Hey, dear, how did the old immortal get into this chess piece?"
"Weird! How could I escape from the existence of ghosts and evil spirits?"
Hearing this, Wu Fan realized that the man had unknowingly transferred the old immortal and the opera ghost into two chess pieces. No wonder this man could talk about three guests! This incredible method is really shocking!
"This ghost cannot be without its owner. You should hurry up and go back early." The man had already picked up the chess pieces and continued to think hard in front of the chessboard.
"Thank you, sir." Wu Fan thanked him and tried to exhale the yin energy again. This time, he felt his eyes blur, and he was sucked into the painting, and the scene in front of him began to become psychedelic.
Wu Fan only felt as if he was stepping on a ball of cotton, and it was difficult to put his foot down. Fortunately, this feeling only lasted for a moment, and he felt his body sink and finally stood on the ground.
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"Why hasn't this little brother Wu Fan come over yet? Could something have happened?"
In front of the gate, Feng Qiang dragged his bloated body around, but he almost couldn't see Wu Fan coming, and he gradually became anxious.
Although he also wanted to go back and take a look, he was also worried that he would miss Wu Fan and cause unnecessary trouble if he didn't lead the way.
Just when he finally made up his mind to go back to greet him, Wu Fan's figure finally appeared in front of him.
"Ouch, little brother Wu Fan, why did you come here? You are really worried about Feng Pocket!" Feng Pocket saw Wu Fan staggering and hurriedly stepped forward to help the latter up, saying angrily.
"We just ran into some trouble..." Wu Fan was a little dizzy and took a few deep breaths before he came back to his senses.
"It's good to come, it's good to come... Let's go, I'll take you inside to open your eyes!" Feng Qiao didn't ask any more questions, he raised his legs and walked forward.
But before he could take a step forward, he felt a dark shadow flash before his eyes, and two more figures appeared behind Wu Fan.
I saw that the one on the left was an old man with thin lips, and he was dressed in colorful and festive clothes, while the one on the right was extremely tall and had a ferocious appearance. He was not a good person at first glance.
As soon as the two appeared, they stood expressionlessly behind Wu Fan. This attitude could not have been clearer. It was clear that they were coming towards them.
"Feng Pocket, why are you still standing there?" Wu Fan hadn't noticed anything unusual at this time, and was just wondering why Feng Pocket just talked but didn't act.
"Little brother Wu Fan, be careful!" Feng Pocket hurriedly pulled Wu Fan behind him, and then said solemnly: "You two, I don't care where you are from, but this is the Vientiane Market, I hope you don't ask for trouble. !”
The thin-lipped old man and the ferocious monster glanced left and right, and then they were sure that Feng Pocket was talking about them. The two were silent for a moment, and their expressions suddenly became exciting, and they started to make noises.
"Little brother Wu Fan...if we find anything wrong later, it's better for us to leave as soon as possible!" Feng Qiao reminded them in a low voice when he saw these two men acting crazy and looking very abnormal.
On the other hand, there was no trace of nervousness on Wu Fan's face. Instead, there was a trace of expectation. He signaled to Feng Qiao not to be nervous, then took a step forward and said, "Old Immortal? Is it really you?"
The tall and ferocious monster turned his head when he heard this, and his voice couldn't help but tremble: "Boy! Old immortal, I am finally free!"
Previously, in order to escape from the Wild Ghost Village, Lao Xian had no choice but to hide in the iron rod. At the beginning, he could occasionally wander outside the rod, but as time went by, the iron rod's restraint on him became more and more powerful, so even wandering became difficult, let alone transforming.
Now that it has "reunited" with "himself" after a long absence, the excitement is naturally uncontrollable.
"Is this the old immortal?" Wen Yanfeng's nervous mood eased a lot. He never expected that the guy in the iron rod would be so afraid of people!
Although I don’t know why the old immortal appears, but since the ferocious-looking guy on the right is the old immortal, then the thin-lipped old man on the left dressed in colorful clothes is naturally a ghost.
Different from the excitement of the old immortal, the opera ghost had a calm face: "Freedom? I'm afraid you said it too early!"
"What do you mean?" The old immortal recognized the identity of the opera ghost at a glance. Hearing this, his face grew long.
"This place is not bound by the rules of the Three Realms, so you can naturally show your true form! But once you leave here, you have to return to my pillar!" The actor explained calmly.
"Bah! Old man Calabash! The old immortal just couldn't help himself. Who do you think cares about your shabby metal?" The old immortal was poured over his head by a basin of cold water, and his mind suddenly went cold.
"Since you are unwilling, then why force it? I have a method that can help you transcend your troubles..." Hearing this call, the actor's face darkened and he said coldly.
"You, a calico old man, actually have such kind intentions?" The old immortal was quite surprised, "Come and tell me!"
The opera ghost sneered three times and said: "As long as your soul is gone, you can escape from the three realms, so why bother?"
"Player... Do you still remember what I said before?" The withered old immortal frowned, and his face suddenly became gloomy.
The opera ghost noticed that something was wrong, but he did not want to lose half of his momentum: "I don't have a paper basket, so I can't tolerate your nonsense."
"That's unreasonable!" The old immortal flashed his fangs: "I remember that when the old immortal was pretending to be an evil ghost, you didn't show any mercy at all! Now that the old immortal has finally caught the opportunity, please put your head over and let me punch you twice! "
"You have such a savage personality and such a crude appearance! Teach me a lesson? Don't even think about it!" The actor's pupils shrank and he put on a defensive posture.
"Hahaha! You calico old man! You still want to pretend?" The old immortal laughed when he saw this, "Your body has been left outside this space, and you no longer have any ability to get close to you at this moment. Don't think I see it. Don’t come out! I advise you to come over and ask for a beating, so as to avoid some pain of struggle!”
As soon as he finished speaking, the old immortal stretched out his big hand and grabbed the opera ghost!
The opera ghost wanted to turn around and dodge, but he was no match for the long-handed and long-legged old immortal. The latter only took one step and picked up the opera ghost in his hand!
"stop!"
But just when the old immortal mentioned the opera ghost, a faint voice sounded from not far away...
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