I woke up the next day and it was already past 8 o'clock. I felt sore all over. On the other hand, the blue and white color on my face was slightly reduced, so I looked energetic.

I cleaned up briefly, took the booklet copied yesterday and went outside to deal with breakfast, and hurried to Ma Zizai. Before I arrived at the place, I saw several urban management officers surrounding him who were demolishing his shed. Obviously, Ma Zizai hadn't come yet. I walked a few steps to the scene: "Everyone, please wait. This old man hasn't come yet. Can't he clean himself when he comes?" "No, we informed him to change the place half a month ago, and it just blocked the arch here, which affected the city appearance," a chubby urban management officer replied: "He has not moved his nest until today, so we can only help him."

"Come on, throw this pile of rags into the car." After the fat urban management officer said that, he directed the others to throw the trench, paper shells and plastic cloth into Xiao Feihu's light truck bucket.

"Please wait, brothers, I know this old man, let me help him clean up. You guys take a break," I squeezed in front and begged.

"Then hurry up, there will be inspections in the past two days. We must clean up these illegal buildings that affect the city appearance as soon as possible." The fat urban management stopped his subordinates' actions and said to me.

"Okay, OK. Please, everyone." I nodded with a smile and agreed.

I got into the half-collapsed small shack, with only a stool and a tattered pull-out cabinet inside. On the side of the pull-out cabinet, there were a few old books and some painted straw paper, and scattered brush and ink in the pull-out cabinet. I simply picked out the available items, found a plastic pocket to cover them, and placed them next to the arch. I said to the urban management officer who was waiting for the side, "Brothers, it's OK, I'll help you clean up." As I said, he helped several urban management elders throw the remaining shelves, rotten cabinets and the like into the car.

"You are a good guy!" The fat city manager patted my shoulder, "If you are in this street in the future, I can take care of you." I thanked me so much and watched them get in the car.

I took the torn plastic pockets containing Ma Zizai and put them under my butt. I just sat down and rested for a while, and saw Ma Zizai slowly walking down the slope with her bag on her back. As I walked, I stopped. I guess he couldn't find his shed. I was a little stunned. Then I saw him rushing over after walking a few steps. When I saw me, I cursed: "Su Youyou, you little bastard, don't you just charge you 50 yuan? Besides, you didn't give it to me, right? Why did you come to tear my shed early in the morning..."

I was about to spit out a mouthful of old blood. Ma Yizai came up and scolded me without asking any questions. I couldn't help but hit the door, jumped up, pulled the feed pocket under my butt, and tore open a few holes with both hands. His rags fell all over the floor: "Just just now, the urban management came to collect your stall. I kindly helped you clean up useful objects, otherwise I would have been stewed by the urban management. Not only did you not thank me, the young master, but you also cursed you when you came up. Old Ma has such a big temper..."

When I said a few words from my young master, I didn’t expect that I felt very happy. I remembered that when I was at home, I was always ridiculed as the young master by my neighbors, which made my mother endlessly embarrassed. Now, I was about to yell out, which was to resolve the knot of being despised in the past.

Ma Zizai saw the miscellaneous items spilled all over the floor and smiled embarrassedly: "Su Youyou, I'm so embarrassed. When I saw that the shed was gone, you were here. I remembered that I was responsible for your charge yesterday and you didn't, so I mistakenly thought you were so angry that you dug my stall... Don't blame me, don't blame me."

Seeing that Old Man Ma was like this, it was hard for me to continue getting angry. I waved my hand and said, "Forget it, forget it, I didn't explain it to you clearly." I pointed to the empty position of the shack that was demolished and was: "What should I do now? Are you still going to set up a stall today?"

"That's all right." Ma Zizai began to squat and pack up the miscellaneous items scattered on the ground: "It seems like this, there should be another inspection. I can't set up a stall for a while, so I'll just take a break."

I leaned over and helped him put the debris together, divided the damaged plastic bags into several sections, crushed them into ropes, tied them together, and tied them into a ball of debris and tied them into a cross knot.

"You kid is a skillful job." Seeing me finishing so quickly, Ma Zizai simply left his hands and squatted aside, took out a Hadmen cigarette, and distributed one to me: "Come on, smoke a cigarette, take a break."

I took the cigarette and imitated him. I squatted opposite him. In this way, the old and the young started to swear in the clouds and fog: "I handed the three fire hexagrams to Old Man Liu yesterday as you said, but I was afraid of reducing my life span, so I pressed the soul-catching talisman under the bed board..." I took a deep breath of cigarettes, spit out an unformed smoke ring, and gave him a detailed description of what happened last night.

"This is really hard to disobey. You can't hide it even if you want to." After hearing this, Ma Zizai said: "You thought that no matter how you were at this time, when your body was sleeping, your soul consciousness, the corpse, dog spirits in the chakras and body were all done in their own way. The soul was not in charge of the soul, and the soul could not support the body. Therefore, you must feel extremely sore and tired the next day, right?"

I nodded, "That's true." Now I'm no longer surprised by his Iron Mouth God, and admitted frankly.

"As for the black light on the right hand of the corpse dog soul described, yes, it is formed by the spell power contaminated on the soul-catching talisman," Ma Zizai said sorry: "If you don't want to participate in this matter, you shouldn't open the paper bag and press him directly under the bed board, isn't it done? You can just turn it over, whether you open it, you have to grab it with your hands, or see, you have to crush it, as you said, the index finger, thumb, and middle finger? This...this..."

Ma Zizai suddenly stuttered. Judging from the days I have known him, he has always been calm, calm, and slow. His stuttering made me very strange.

"Isn't it just a money-crushing action? What's the big deal?" I don't agree.

"Repeat it for me," Ma Zizai ordered me seriously.

I saw that he was so serious and serious. Look, that's it. Whoever wants to crush something, isn't it like this?

He looked at my right thumb with concentration and slid down along the fingertips of the index finger middle finger. When I bent the fingertips of the index finger middle finger, my face finally changed drastically: You, you guy, this fingertips are not something I did.

I was confused: What's the point of finger?

"You have heard of chanting the mantras," Ma Zizai quickly explained that my soul-receiving talisman is equivalent to a mantra, and the action you made is grandma, and I don't know if the action you repeated is the same as yesterday. According to the hand-pining technique, it seems that there is the Northern Emperor's Art, and the ghost-chasing technique.

Old Man Ma stretched out his finger, and like me demonstrated, the Northern Emperor's Skill: Press the middle finger and the middle finger of the big finger to turn the gods into the Northern Emperor, command the ghosts and gods in the three realms, enter the temple and destroy the temple, etc. This is somewhat similar to the starting action of crushing money you just did, but this requirement for the power of the human soul, and it is used as a broken temple, and the conditions are not true. What is terrible is this ghost chasing technique: bend the index finger and the middle finger, and pinch the middle finger of the ring finger, which is used by the artists to build prisons and chase ghosts, collect wandering souls on the upper part of the ring finger, and think of the four mountains and fires, collect ghost thieves. This is somewhat similar to the finishing action of crushing money just made. At that time, the conditions: there is a hand technique and the power of the soul chasing talisman. When the conditions are put together, the effect of the ghost chasing technique will be triggered.

"Boy, you caused yourself a big trouble," Ma Zizai said with a conclusion.
Chapter completed!