Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

Li Changan wandered in the small town in the dark night.

He carried a white lantern and stepped on a small wooden bridge alone.

The rushing river howled underfoot, the dimly lit moon cast dim light, and Yingyingzhuo fell on the surface of the river, like a monster wriggling under the bridge.

Suddenly there was a "plop" sound from the bridgehead.

"Who?"

Li Changan took a step forward, and the wooden bridge creaked under his feet.

"Who is there?"

He lifted the lantern and looked over, the faint light could not penetrate the layers of darkness.

"thump."

With another sound, a pair of black hands suddenly appeared in the darkness. The nails on those hands were long and curved, like the claws of wild beasts.

Then came the arms, then the head with turbulent hair, then the torso in white clothes, and finally the bare feet covered in mud.

This "man" stiffened his arms, jumped out of the darkness, jumped again, and landed on the wooden bridge.

"Crunchy—"

The wooden bridge shook, and the lantern in Li Changan's hand suddenly turned green.

On the contrary, the green light illuminates the "person" more clearly. The face of this "person" is covered with fine white fluff, and a pair of fangs stick out of the corner of his mouth.

"Zombie!"

Li Changan was shocked. He drew out the talisman paper from his pocket in a panic. Before he could recite the spell, the talisman paper turned into flying ash.

One looked up.

The white fluff and the black fangs were in front of him.

…………

"what!"

Li Changan woke up from the nightmare.

He picked up the mineral water on the head of the bed and poured it into half a bottle, wiped off the sweat on his forehead, his expression was a little frightened, but more angry.

It has been more than ten days since he returned to the modern world. Some time ago, he also found a similar job. Although the house is living with ghosts, his life is on the right track.

However, just a few days ago, he suddenly had a nightmare of encountering zombies on a wooden bridge. The zombies approached each and every time in the dream, and to this day, he is already in front of him.

How can you always dream of a zombie you have never seen before in a scene you have never seen before for no reason?

Li Changan sneered coldly.

Eighty percent is the ghost of the yellow shell book! It can take people through the ancient world for a one-month tour, and it is naturally possible to create dreams thousands of miles away.

What does it want to do this time? Let Li Changan go to the ancient world to slay this zombie?

However, I want to use this method to force Li Changan...

"no way!"

Li Changan gritted his teeth, but he got angry.

Thinking of a way to fight, he pushed open the bedroom door, and suddenly saw a bunch of dead ghosts stuck in his eyes outside the door.

When they opened the door, these gangsters looked more miserable.

"What did you do in the morning?" Li Changan's remaining sleepiness was frightened by these guys. "What's the knock on the door?"

Several ghosts pointed at the talisman on the bedroom door.

Only then did Li Chang'an remember that he had divided areas in the house, and talisman should be attached to all places where ghosts were not allowed to enter, including the bedroom.

"What are you guys doing?"

"Broken." The edema boss Wu said quietly.

"What's broken."

"The TV does not work."

Boss Wu pointed to the big guy in the living room.

Suddenly, Li Changan, the house used to be unoccupied, so the water and electricity were cut off naturally, and the TV was just a display, but now he lives in, the TV can naturally be watched again. These ghosts haven't had any serious entertainment in the past few years, so they can watch TV suddenly, and naturally they watch it all night long.

This TV is an old antique, suddenly it runs under high load, and it is normal for it to break down.

Li Changan didn't want to answer, but a bunch of ghosts looked at you pitifully, which was also quite permeating. He dialed Liu Zhugan's phone.

The contract stated that the appliances were complete, he was the landlord, and the TV was out of order and he had to repair it.

"Hello, Mr. Liu? This is Li Changan."

"Li Changan?" Liu Zhugan on the opposite side had obviously forgotten this unpleasant experience.

"It's the tenants of Chunhua Apartment 2, Building 4-4."

"Oh..." Liu Zhugan on the opposite side finally remembered, and he quickly said: "I'm sorry, it's written in the contract. No refund will be given when checking out."

"Check out? I won't check out? I called because the TV was broken."

On the other end of the phone, he said to himself:

"Even if you find a place to complain, I will pay you half at most...what?"

"I said the TV is broken."

"The TV is broken?" Liu Zhugan finally reacted. Even through the phone, Li Changan could hear how surprised he was at this time.

"You still live at 4-4?!"

…………

"Ding Dong."

The door bell rang.

Li Changan opened the door, and Liu Zhugan stood far away.

He carried a cross in his hand, a peach-wood sword in his waist, and a Buddhist bead hanging around his neck. The things that Chinese and foreign ancient and modern, various religions and all sects used to cast out demons and exorcise ghosts, he almost hung them all over his body.

"Mr. Lee?"

"Yep."

He asked carefully:

"Are you still a human?"

"Are you a fool?"

It was not until the two masters carried the new TV into the house and brought the old TV out again, still in good condition, that Liu Zhugan believed that Li Changan had not become a ghost.

Of course, the newly-changed TV is also a big one.

However, he still refused to enter the room, but stayed at the door, looking at the talisman in the room, his eyes flickered.

……………

Li Changan thought it would not be necessary to see Liu Zhugan's thin face for a long time.

He didn't realize it, and he came home the next day.

This time, he finally dared to enter the house. Not only did he enter the house by himself, he also brought a middle-aged man with him. This man is not fat, has a round belly, a gold necklace around his neck, and he wears sunglasses when he enters the house.

"This is Boss Liu, Manager Liu."

Liu Zhugan said with a smile, Li Changan didn't know what the two people were doing, just poured a glass of boiled water.

"anything?"

Li Changan didn't want to waste time with these two people, so he asked straightaway.

"Mr. Li, this time I came here mainly to ask you to do a little favor. We, Mr. Liu, have recently contracted a piece of land to build a project, but that piece of land is a bit..." Liu Zhugan's thin face was tangled for a while, as if thinking about it. With an appropriate vocabulary, "It's so unclean."

"Not clean?"

Li Chang'an raised his brows, and he ran into a ghost to chase away the evil spirits.

He was about to ask for details, but President Liu suddenly patted the table and took off his sunglasses, revealing heavy eye bags.

"Mr. Li, I heard from Xiao Liu that you are a real person, so I won’t go around with you. There was a problem with my project. I don’t know which ancestral grave was shoveled. A dead ghost jumped out to make trouble. I."

Having said that, Mr. Liu pointed to himself.

"I'm not afraid at all, but my subordinates are so scared that they dare not go to the class, and the project has been half-stopped, losing a lot of money every day. If you can help me solve this problem..."

He stretched out a slap and shook five fingers.

"...I'll give you this number!"

"500,000?" Li Changan asked calmly.

When Mr. Liu heard the words, his face was twitched, and he said anxiously: "Mr. Li, I will build a farmhouse on a piece of land."

Li Changan pouted.

Did you say it earlier? Listening to your tone, I thought you were from Zhongnanhai!

"Then how much are you going to give?"

Mr. Liu quickly said: "Up to 50,000."

Li Changan thought for a while, 50,000 is not a small number for him now, he nodded and agreed.