The situation didn't go well afterward, and he eventually disappeared completely, but unexpectedly continued to act as a charlatan among the people.
Despite his odd jobs like rolling nails and swallowing knives, his business was actually pretty good, and he landed another order.
Knowing that He Wangyao was a member of the Xuanmen sect, Zhang Xian walked over and whispered, "Master, could there really be ghosts in this valley?"
He had specifically inquired and learned that the Xuanmen people had been stationed here for more than half a month, so any evil spirits should have been cleared away.
Could it be that unlucky that some fish actually escaped the net?
He Wangyao looked at him coolly: "What do you think?"
Zhang Xian immediately felt a chill on his neck. He said he understood, "I know, I'll tell everyone to leave quickly, this is no joke!"
He didn't want the nails he rolled to become real; that could really kill someone!
Zhang Xian held considerable prestige among this group of charlatans. After all, he had come from the Wishing Train and had seen more ghosts than they had ever eaten salt in their entire lives, so he had a lot of authority.
He earnestly advised everyone to forget about any ceremony or anything like that, and to hurry up and leave, as saving their lives was the most important thing.
The crowd wavered for a moment, but quickly said that since so much money had been spent, it couldn't be wasted. The sacrificial and blessing ceremonies should still be carried out, while the others should be simplified.
Zhang Xian ran over to report to He Wangyao: "It will only last an hour at most. Everyone will leave immediately after the ceremony."
He was relieved that he no longer had to perform rolling nails on stage, and that he could still get paid as usual.
He Wangyao thought for a moment and said, "Okay, one hour it is."
It's only a little past 7 p.m., and the ceremony will be over by 8 p.m., so there's no way anything could go wrong.
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