When I turned around, I saw four people rushing in from outside the yard: "What are you doing?"

I glanced at those people and said, "Keep pouring, go down the third bucket of water and throw the Five Thunder Talisman!"

Just as Lin Zhao picked up the bucket and wanted to pour water into the well, those people rushed towards me.

I clasped my hands in front of my chest, kicked the person out with a few flying kicks: "You have this little ability, and you still come to trouble me? Blow up the well for me!"

While I was talking, Lin Zhao had already thrown the Five Thunder Talisman into the well. The thunder and lightning became more violent when it met the water. After the blue electric light exploded from the bottom of the well, a ghost cry came from the billowing white smoke.

The phosphorus fire exploded by the Five Thunder Talisman flew out from around the edge of the well.

I looked coldly at the struggling people lying on the ground and said, "Send Xiao Zhao's soul away."

"Stop!" The leader finally stood up: "You two, we are ignorant of Mount Tai, and we have offended two great gods. You have destroyed the Well of Evil, so why don't you just let us live?"

"If there is anything wrong with us, please point it out and we are willing to compensate."

I raised my hand slightly to signal Lin Zhao not to move, and the latter whispered: "He was the one who talked to me during the day."

I looked at the other party with some interest: "Are you guys in the industry relying on this well to make a living? Where is the other one?"

The man said: "Old Suntou hasn't come back yet!"

I pointed to the corpse on the morgue and said, "Whose idea was it to kill this man?"

"This..." The man just hesitated for a moment, and I slapped him in the air.

The man was three meters away from me, but he was hit in the air by my palm and fell far away before he stopped.

I said calmly: "Bring this person over to me."

The man's remaining accomplices carefully lifted him up and brought him to me, then quickly let go and returned to his original position.

I looked down at the other person and said, "Sit up and talk if you're not dead."

The man struggled for a long time before sitting up: "Sir, you can ask whatever you want! I admit defeat! Who made the old sun so blind that he provoked such a great Bodhisattva like you?"

I said solemnly: "Answer the question I just asked!"

The man sighed and said, "It was all of us' idea."

"The five of us are all members of the Baishi industry in the past, and the craftsmanship has been passed down in our families. However, there are some things that we can't handle. Mr. Li should understand what's going on here, right?"

Are there any masters in the business of doing nothing? There must be! But not everyone is a master. If those who do bad things can solve all problems, wouldn’t all the warlocks do such things?

When the man saw that I was silent, he continued: "Among the five families, the one who has passed down the most comprehensive skills is the Sun family. Without the Sun family to wash the faces of the dead, we can't do anything."

"However, the old Sun family's evil well is not a permanent thing. Every thirty years, a new one has to go down."

I roughly understood what the other party meant: This evil well is not to wash away the grievances of the dead with water, but to suppress the other party with greater grievances.

This is equivalent to one person and one ghost working together. The living person is responsible for putting the shroud on the corpse and tidying up the appearance; the dead person is responsible for driving away the ghosts nearby to prevent them from hurting their own people.

Some of today's morticians have this ability. If the other person does not let the family members get close to the morgue, then there is a ghost standing next to him.

The man continued: "Originally, the innocent souls who suppress ghosts in the evil well have to be chosen from our five families. Whoever draws the death lottery will have to go down."

"But what age is it now? Who said that warlocks have to risk their lives to make a living? At least we don't want to do that."

Warlocks actually risk their lives to make a living.

Warlock has not been open for several months, and there are many things that can't make money. Take Liangjietang as an example, without Yunshang's financial market operation, without Lin Zhao's financial support from the Coffin Sect, Ye Yang and I would have to turn around long ago.

I opened a pet shop.

In this case, some warlocks were forced to make sacrifices.

If a warlock is unwilling to sacrifice himself, he can only find a way to sacrifice others.

The man said: "Master Li, think about it for yourself. If someone asked you to abandon your family, jump into the well and become a resentful ghost, would you be willing?"

"None of us are willing, but without the evil well, the funeral home would not be able to give us such a high salary. We are used to spending money to make money, and suddenly we are getting low wages. We can't stand it, so we torture Lao Sun

Let him think of a solution."

The man pointed to the corpse on the bed: "Old Sun Tou wanted to throw this man into the evil well and turn him into a evil ghost guarding the well."

"But Old Sun Tou can't suppress ghosts. He said that he should ask an expert to come back. Probably in the next few days, that person will come and help us imprison the ghost named Zhao in the well."

What the man meant was: The ghosts in the well were all from Mr. Wu. Although he was thrown into the well out of resentment, he knew very well what he was going to do. Therefore, he would definitely not hurt Mr. Wu.

Descendants of the family.

But it would be different if someone else went down. At least, he would have to find a way to lock up the ghost and force him to submit.
Chapter completed!