Pleasure Helping Spirit System

Chen Hao looked at the uncle in surprise: "What do you always ask for?"

The uncle grinned: "For such an interesting thing, count me in."

"What?"

Chen Hao's eyes widened: "Master, this is not a joke, and it's not about dealing with gangsters or bandits. They are resentful spirits. It's really bad to have one. No matter how slippery you are with your knife, it won't hurt them." .”

The uncle also stared: "What's wrong? Didn't you say to help? Can you still fight?"

Chen Hao: "..."

You are right.

"Besides, there are many things you want. Can you make it by yourself? Without our help, you can only stare blankly." The uncle said calmly.

Chen Hao couldn't laugh or cry.

The old man must act together. You are so old, you are not afraid of a bad one, and you can also involve yourself.

But think about it, so many things, I really don't know what to do.

"Okay, sir, it's okay if you want to go, but let me say first, there can't be too many people, and you have to follow my instructions on other actions, and you can't mess around." Chen Hao said seriously.

The uncle suddenly smiled: "Success, I listen to you, don't say anything, we were a little guilty about the forbidden area before, but after you said it, we feel that those people are really pitiful, and if they can help, it can be regarded as a gift for our children and grandchildren." Accumulate Yin virtue."

After reaching a cooperation, the uncle went to arrange it.

The next day, before dawn, Chen Hao woke up, and was so noisy that a group of old men broke into Chen Hao's house, chattering and discussing a lot, listening to the tone, everyone was very excited.

The rooster opened his eyes with a dazed look on his face.

What about Smell the Chicken and Dance? I didn't even get up, why did it become lively, did I oversleep?

The black cat didn't care, and squeezed into Chen Hao's arm, holding a copy of Masked Superman that was about to be scratched by it in his arms, sleeping happily.

Chen Hao listened for a moment, with a helpless expression on his face.

None of these old people are afraid, on the contrary, they all look forward to it, and compare themselves to their predecessors, saying that the older generation is not good at killing little devils, but it is awesome to help ghosts now.

Well, people are old at heart, nothing to worry about.

Getting up from the bed, Chen Hao walked out.

The old men who were discussing saw Chen Hao, their eyes lit up, and they were full of anticipation.

Chen Hao took a look, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

There were more than a dozen old men, each of whom was wearing a shirtless outfit, carrying a red scarf and a big knife, and a piece of red cloth was wrapped around his arm.

What is this for? You agreed to help the ghosts, this is the rhythm of you guys wanting to beat the devils!

"Haha, Master is awake, I came to disturb you so early, did you not bother me?" The uncle spoke first, with a smile that seemed to be apologetic.

Chen Hao glanced outside the door.

Well, the moon is still there, so it's a bit early.

"Master, even if you have to do something, you have to sleep well. Besides, everything is not complete. There is no need to be so anxious, right?" Chen Hao said helplessly.

The uncle hurriedly said: "The things are ready, the things that the master mentioned, I called and asked the little brats who work in the county to handle them all night. If I don't pull them, I sent them over an hour ago. Our brothers can't sit still." Hold on, I just came here to wait for the master, uh, the master didn't rest well? Why don't you take a nap for a while."

Chen Hao: "..."

Uncle, your passion for decades is unstoppable once it is aroused.

Sure enough, he is worthy of being the descendant of the hero who dared to slay devils with a knife.

Well, you are all like this, I am young, how can I go back to catch up on sleep.

"Forget it, it's okay, it's good to leave early, um, I'll make preparations first." Chen Hao turned back to the back room as he said. A group of old men were left to look at each other, and soon they became enthusiastic again, talking about what kind of wraiths are like, is the forbidden area very dangerous? Our big sword is not strong enough, should we ask the master to bless it with a magic talisman or something.

After tidying up, Chen Hao and a group of old men came to the training ground in the village.

There are quite a lot of things to prepare, and several large boxes are packed.

The old men are also careful, and the ropes and poles are all ready.

After arriving, the old man, who had already had a clear division of labor, assigned a few to carry the boxes, with a relaxed and calm expression on his face.

Chen Hao didn't want to help, so he could only lead the way.

Under the moonlight, um, under the moonlight, nothing wrong.

A group of people left the village, followed the mountains and forests, and headed towards the ghost village.

Along the way, the old men took turns to pick things up. This man, who had climbed mountains and ridges, was panting from exhaustion, but didn't say a word. Chen Hao really couldn't see it, so he rushed to carry it for a while, and then let a group of old men drive away. If he wanted to help, he would blow up his hair, saying that Chen Hao looked down on them and even made gestures.

Chen Hao could only accept his fate dumbfoundingly.

After a bumpy journey, we arrived at the ghost village in the afternoon.

The little fox was lying on the edge of the stream, paddling and playing boredly. When he saw a large group of people coming, he was dumbfounded.

What's the situation? What about a picnic? This is a ghost village! It's too comfortable to live, right?

If it wasn't for seeing Chen Hao in the team, the little fox would have used an illusion to scare these people away.

After getting close, the little fox ran up to Chen Hao and looked at him suspiciously.

Chen Hao sighed: "Don't look at me, these old men can't afford to mess with them."

The little fox glanced at the old men and recognized them.

To put it bluntly, these old people were all juniors whom it watched growing up.

It recognized the old men, and the old men also recognized the little fox.

An old man said in surprise: "Lao Liu, look, is this fox the one that followed the old Taoist priest back then? I remember it was all snow white and the same size."

The uncle, that is, the Sixth Master Mao took a closer look and stared wide-eyed: "Hey, it's true, I remember that the third brother had a crush on the little fairy fox at that time, and wanted to catch it home, but he was so scared that the fairy fox used magic to pee Pants, when they died, they still said they were stains for a lifetime, so I regret it."

"I remembered that when the third brother came back crying, his father drank a bowl of wine and smoked all afternoon, saying that he had offended the spirit beast."

"Tsk tsk, what a spirit beast. How many years has it been? We are almost buried in the ground. This little fairy fox is still so beautiful. How long do you think it can live?"

"Shhh, don't talk nonsense, it will make the fairy fox unhappy, and call your soul away at night, and there will be no place for you to cry."

Listening to a group of juniors talking about him, the little fox was speechless, gave Chen Hao a blank look, and ran away.

Chen Hao laughed dryly and was speechless, so he had to take the old men to start the arrangement.

As for how to save the spirits of the ghost village, Chen Hao has no good way. The things he prepared are only used for testing, trying to open a gap, and then step by step, slowly influence, eliminate the grievances little by little, and try to give these poor grievances a try. A chance to start over.

When I opened the box, the items inside were divided into categories, with labels and instructions, obviously prepared carefully.

According to the label, soon, Chen Hao prepared the film cloth and projector.

However, a group of old men got into a dispute when it was time to show the most suitable film for the first time.