"It's not healed yet. You can go and see him. Remember to bring him some wine." Fujiko calmly answered the bar owner's question, then turned to Fu Bao and said, "The ghost-killing array needs you." Huh? Fu Bao turned his head left and right to make sure that Fujiko was talking to him. He nodded his nose and asked, "Why do you need me?"
"Because we need four people, you count them." Fujiko pointed to the people around her, "One, two, three... plus you, there are exactly four."
"Damn it! You're missing one of three in mahjong!" Fu Bao shook his head, "I won't do it!"
"You are the only one missing, please." Fujiko begged, blinking her eyes.
"Please help us... please!" Lu Jinyuan grabbed Fu Bao and refused to let go, fearing that Fu Bao would run away, "This is life-saving!"
Fu Bao looked at Fujiko and then at Lu Jinyuan. At this time, the air seemed to be filled with a bright and gentle atmosphere like the arrival of an angel. He even heard the holy words "Love is long-lasting patience, love is dedication, sacrifice and tolerance..." Poetry and prayer.
"Hey..." Fu Bao couldn't bear to look at the bar owner who was playing hymns, "What hymns are you playing at this time! And where did you suddenly take out the CD?!"
That's right, at some point, the bar owner took out a CD and was playing hymns.
"Heh... I just want to ease the awkward atmosphere..." the bar owner said sheepishly after turning off the speaker.
"Who is this boss? How can he come up with anything at any time?" Fu Bao couldn't help but ask Fujiko.
"He is just an ordinary bar owner, but you can buy anything from him." Fujiko said simply, and then stared at Fu Bao with a begging look, as if waiting for Fu Bao to give her an answer whether to help her.
"...It's OK to help." Fu Bao finally said, "But don't delay my return home and sleep."
"Yeah!" Lu Jinyuan jumped up and hugged Fu Bao, shouting, "I love you to death!"
"Go, go, go!" Fu Bao pushed the little fat man away in disgust.
Xia Qing also breathed a sigh of relief.
"...Thank you." Fujiko showed a rare smile, and then hesitated for a moment before asking: "Ale, you reminded me that there was dirty stuff in the package I received, so...why did you know? Can you tell me? According to the development of the plot, if companions hide from each other, it will often lead to the death of a certain character. Please be sure to tell me the truth."
What plot develops and what character dies? Fu Bao was confused.
"Fujiko is a writer, this is her unique way of speaking." Lu Jinyuan quietly made a "brain-showing" gesture to Fu Bao.
"I don't know what you are talking about." Of course Fu Bao would not tell Fujiko easily.
"That's why you knew there was dirt in this package." Fujiko took out the package, "You really can't tell?"
"Can't say." Fu Bao shook his head.
"Come on, please, if something happens because of hiding it, it will be over." Lu Jinyuan persuaded Fu Bao very curiously, "Besides, we are not familiar with each other. After we deal with this ghost, we will go back to our own way and we will not see each other again. , what are you afraid of?"
That's right...Fu Bao suddenly realized that he was not familiar with these guys in front of him, and maybe they wouldn't meet again after tonight. What were they afraid of?
And after all, Fujiko is a descendant of Maoshan Taoist priests. Maybe there is a way to treat or change his special physique?
"Okay. I can feel... pain." Fu Bao hesitated before saying, "The pain from the resentful soul."
Obviously this answer exceeded Fujiko's expectations. She couldn't help but repeat: "Feel the pain of the resentful soul?"
"Yes." Fu Bao's special physique, which he never dared to tell others, seemed to be something he was proud of under the current situation. Seeing the expressions of amazement on everyone's faces, there was no disdain or disdain for Fu Bao. His voice couldn't help but get louder, "I can feel the pain of the resentful soul. For example, if I touch Fujiko's package, my foot will be very painful, so I said it was a broken foot."
"What about the severed hand I received when you encountered it?" Xia Qing asked curiously.
"My left hand will hurt." Fu Bao looked at the paper bag in Xia Qing's hand and answered.
"Wow...that's not a natural grudge radar!" Lu Jinyuan suddenly shouted, "Ale, you are so awesome!"
"Ha...nope either." Fu Bao touched the back of his head.
"I have never heard of this kind of constitution." Fujiko showed a confused expression, "clairvoyance, yin and yang eyes... I have read about these in books, but I have never heard of this kind of constitution that can feel pain and resentment. beyond imagination."
"I have heard of similar physiques." At this time, the bar owner spoke. He listened quietly for a long time, and now he pinched his chin and said with bright eyes: "There is a profession called psychic. They Invite ghosts to appear and speak on behalf of the dead. During the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom era in China, the Heavenly King Hong Xiuquan was probably the most powerful spiritual medium. It is said that he could invite Jesus, which was an unimaginable ability. In addition, the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom army was very popular in the art of heaven-reaching, and it was also I have always thought that the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom was a country of spiritual mediums."
Wow! So knowledgeable!
Everyone looked at the bar owner with stars in their eyes. When Fu Bao heard what the bar owner said, he felt that it made sense. Is his physique... a psychic one? Can you still speak for the deceased? It’s troublesome just thinking about it!
"No matter what, if we have enough people, we can start the ghost-killing formation. Boss, give me a room." Fujiko was very happy to do whatever she said.
"Okay!" The bar owner snapped his fingers, "Everything is as you wished! Is it the same place as last time? The one where ghosts cause trouble and cause mental illness?"
"Whatever." Fujiko replied nonchalantly.
"What will happen if you invite ghosts?!" Xia Qing looked surprised.
"It's okay, it's okay." The bar owner patted Xia Qing, a handsome boy, on the shoulder and comforted him, saying, "No one died last time." Xia Qing suddenly showed a worried expression.
When Fu Bao heard this conversation, he couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. It felt very unlucky, okay?
However, since everyone had agreed, there was no way to refuse, so following the bar owner's guidance, a few people entered a private room behind the bar. The private room was well decorated, but the strange thing was that there was no window at all, and the whole room only had the central There is a square table with five chairs beside it.
"I need a deck of playing cards, four pens, a piece of red silk, some sacred incense..." Following Fujiko's words, the bar owner kept coming in and out, and the bar owner brought all the weird things Fujiko wanted one by one. In front of Fujiko.
"Okay, that's enough." Fujiko clasped her hands and said to the bar owner, "Thank you."
"It's okay, I'll put it in your account." Before the bar owner walked out, he asked again, "Do you want to prepare an ambulance? Do you need a coffin? I can also contact the crematorium directly."
"Hey!" Fu Bao and Lu Jinyuan both raised their middle fingers at the bar owner. Please don't say such unlucky words, okay? Fujiko thought for a moment and shook her head, "No need...well, probably."
"Hey!" Fu Bao, Lu Jinyuan and Xia Qing called to Fujiko, "Are you sure about it?"
"In theory, according to the records in the family books, there will be no problem." Fujiko said solemnly.
"What does it mean in theory?!" Lu Jinyuan asked worriedly.
"It's just that if something goes wrong, it's not in the theory. I wish you all good luck. If you need it, call me at any time. But I may come back late because I will go to the Purple Gold Temple to meditate and ask for blessings." The bar owner said to everyone. He made a gesture to call him if something happened, and left in a hurry.
There were only four people left in the room.
"Everyone sprinkled the flour evenly on the floor, and then placed four candles in the four corners of the room. The table was covered with red silk. We sat around the table. After I lit the incense and candles and extinguished the fluorescent lamps, the ghost exorcism ceremony was official. Let’s begin…” Fujiko’s calm voice, accompanied by everyone’s actions, had an eerie aura.
