The master of ceremonies shouted: "Stay steady in front and plant your feet firmly. Don't let the coffin fall. Hold the coffin bars with both hands and don't touch it to the side!"

"Hurry, the dragon and tiger clear the way, those born in the year of dragon and tiger go forward. Those holding flags shout loudly, calling for people to go forward, hurry up!"

The street immediately became a mess, with people calling people, those carrying coffins, and those watching the excitement all crowded together, making it impossible to move even if they wanted to.

The master of ceremonies was so anxious that he was sweating: "Everyone...everyone...I beg you, whoever has offended the old man, please stand up and apologize quickly. The old man will not leave because he has grievances."

While the master of ceremonies was speaking, I had already seen the old man sitting on the head of the coffin - wasn't that the man who had spoken to me at the entrance of the village?

The old man sat cross-legged on the head of the coffin, which pushed the coffin forward and back so high that he couldn't move even if he wanted to.

The old man pointed at my nose and cursed: "You bastards are all beasts. If you don't talk to me, will I die?"

"Come here and kowtow to me, or I will pester you every day, you guys..."

Yunya walked out from behind me and wanted to go to the coffin, but I pulled her back: "Don't go there!"

Yunya does not have yin and yang eyes, but when the ghost wants her to see herself, Yunya can already see the ghost's existence.

"Okay..." Yunya looked guilty: "But he died because of us. We have to..."

Yunya and I lowered our voices so that no one else could hear them, but the old man could. He slapped the head of the coffin and cursed: "That boy, did I give you some face? You bastard son of a bitch."

…”

My eyes suddenly turned cold: You can scold me, but you can’t scold my dad!

I reached into my pocket and took out a one-yuan coin, pressed the edge of the coin with two fingers, and shot it towards the head of the coffin with a snap of my fingers.

Since ancient times, money can defeat ghosts. The coins I used as hidden weapons flew several meters in an instant, passing through the opponent's heart.

The old man lowered his head and looked at the hole in his heart, then raised his head with horror in his eyes: "You are sir! Spare... spare my life..."

The old man's begging for mercy faded, and my second coin had already flown over, directly between the old man's brows. The opponent exploded into a phosphorus fire on the spot.

Of the people present, only the emcee knew that I had popped out the coin. The other person turned around and was about to open his mouth when I turned back and glared at him with a murderous look that scared him so much that he took two steps back: "Let's go... Master, don't you?"

If you’re angry, leave quickly!”

Being a master of ceremonies can be regarded as a marginal profession in the art of magic. As long as you are not a real warlock who becomes a master of ceremonies, there won't be very powerful people in this profession, so you don't dare to provoke a warlock.

As soon as the anger in my heart subsided a little, Yun Ya said: "Mr. Li, I don't want to go to Yun Lan anymore. I want to talk to you."

"Then let's go back and talk!" I probably guessed what Yunya wanted to talk to me about, so I took the two of them back to the hotel with a sullen face.

As soon as I closed the door, Yunya said: "Mr. Li, I don't want to hire you to find my father anymore!"

"Reason!" Water almost dripped from my face.

It is a shame and humiliation for a warlock to be fired by his employer no matter what the reason is. It can only prove one problem, that is, the warlock has no ability and is kicked out of the door. It not only loses the warlock's face, but also suppresses their luck.

No matter which sorcerer is fired by his employer, he must not raise his head in the art for at least three years.

Ye Yang's voice was colder than mine: "Ask for the reason. If she wants to die, let her die. Why should we risk our lives to reason with a fool?"

"Reason!" My words were filled with anger.

Yun Ya whispered: "I want to see my father! But I don't want anyone to die because of me. Two people have died here, and the person named Li Xiao may also be dead. How many people will die if we continue to investigate?

besides……"

Yun Ya seemed to have mustered up the courage to say, "I don't like your style. Is it wrong for that old man to want us to apologize to him? After all, he died because of us."

"But you...why did you kill him? If you take action, his soul will be gone! He won't even have the chance to be reincarnated. You are too cruel."

"Haha..." I laughed and said, "Do you think I'm sorry for those dead people? That's great! After all, they died because of you. If you feel guilty, just give your life to them! You commit suicide.

Apologize!"

"Li Po!" Ye Yang roared: "Don't talk nonsense!"

The employment relationship between Yunya and I has not been officially terminated. After all, she is still the employer. It is a taboo in magic for a warlock to push his employer back. Not only is he not tolerated by the world, but he may even be counterattacked by ghosts and gods.

Yun Ya said confidently: "I will not pay for their lives, but I can take care of their families and I can compensate them."

"Yun Ya!" Xiang Yunshang finally couldn't stand listening anymore: "Can you clarify the matter? Were those people killed by Li Po? The death of those people cannot be attributed to Li Po no matter what."
Chapter completed!