Chapter 12: Tang Xiaobao's Ghost Hunting
Tang Xiaobao turned to Ma Ming and asked, "Aren't you going out?"
Ma Ming shook his head fiercely: "No, no, no, I am here to protect the master."
"You really aren't going out? Aren't you afraid?" This was Tang Xiaobao's first time doing this kind of business. He was afraid of making a fool of himself and really didn't want anyone watching him.
Ma Ming still shook his head and said firmly: "I like watching ghost hunting, and Xiaofeng is here. I am worried, I have to watch."
Tang Xiaobao said helplessly, turned his head and looked at Ma Xiaofeng on the bed.
The red dress, short hair, delicate face and perfect figure are not inferior to Luoya at all.
The school beauty has a high-end and refined style, with a noble and elegant temperament, while Ma Xiaofeng is quirky, youthful and lively, making Tang Xiaobao feel more approachable.
Each has its own charm... It's really hard to choose...
"Hey, Master, why do we have to perform the ritual at midnight?" Ma Ming seemed excited and nervous, and asked curiously.
Tang Xiaobao said, "Zi Shi is the time when yin and yang change, and it is also the time when ghosts are most vulnerable. Of course, performing rituals at this time will be more effective."
"Master is worthy of being a master!" Ma Ming nodded repeatedly, not forgetting to flatter him.
Tang Xiaobao took a breath, still a little nervous. Finally, he turned his head and said with a wry smile, "Boss Ma, there's something I've been hiding from you, but I have to confess it to you now."
"Huh? What's going on?"
"Actually, I don't know how to catch ghosts, and I'm a little nervous now." Tang Xiaobao blushed rarely.
Ma Ming was dumbfounded and asked in a trembling voice, "You don't know how to catch ghosts?"
"It's okay. I have so many magic weapons. I will try my best." Tang Xiaobao knew that this was too scary, so he patted Ma Ming's shoulder, then calmed his mind and began to perform the ritual.
You'll try hard? Ma Ming's face turned green. Damn, you say you can't catch ghosts at this time? You say you'll try hard?
In fact, he doesn't know how to perform any magic, it's all just a scam.
He was also in a dilemma. The system had reminded him that if he did not save a patient, his reputation would decrease. Now reputation was Tang Xiaobao's life. He could even cut flesh and bleed. If his reputation was deducted, he would lose everything.
But he also has something to rely on, that is, he has a talisman that can suppress all ghosts. Maybe the ghost will be suppressed then, and he wants to take a gamble.
As for those magical weapons, Tang Xiaobao didn't know how to use them at all. He just took some time to look up some information online in the toilet during the day, but it was all groundless.
But he thought it was worth a try. Since ghosts really existed, then those methods of catching ghosts might really be useful.
He first took out a bronze mirror and shone it on Ma Xiaofeng's lower body. Suddenly, an evil ghost appeared in the room.
Holy shit, it really works?!
Tang Xiaobao breathed a sigh of relief, but also became more nervous.
The evil ghost had no body, its hair was disheveled, its skin was as white as snow, a few sharp teeth were exposed, blood was flowing from the corners of its mouth, and its eyes looked like they were covered in thick smoky makeup...
Tang Xiaobao only took one look and knew that the ghost in front of him was the lowest level of lonely ghost. It lived in Ma Xiaofeng in order to seize the Yin energy from the latter. This kind of ghost grew by devouring Yin energy, and its final form could only be a ghost king. Because it was not spiritual, it could not face the heavenly calamity, and naturally there was no hope of ascending to heaven.
Usually this kind of ghost does not have any disease, but has done too many evil things in his life, which prevented him from reincarnating. He escaped from hell and became a wandering ghost.
Since the ghost is not sick, there is no need to treat it. It can only be expelled or killed... Of course, even if the ghost is sick, Tang Xiaobao can't do anything. The super medical skills record the method of exorcising ghosts, but unfortunately he is not famous enough to learn it.
Then the only option is to kill!
"Eradicating evil is promoting good, Amitabha... Brother Ghost, you can't blame me. I was forced to do this. If I don't do it to you, my reputation will be deducted!"
Tang Xiaobao mumbled a long string of words.
Unfortunately, the ghost didn't understand at all and just stared at him grimly.
Ma Ming on the side was sweating profusely.
Tang Xiaobao coughed and put on a smile: "Brother Ghost, let's make a deal. Look, I promised her that I would save her. How about you find another one?"
Upon hearing this, Ma Ming almost fainted.
He had seen ghost hunting before, but he had never seen this method. So this is what you were trying to do? Trying to negotiate with ghosts?
Isn’t this nonsense!
The evil spirit emitted by the evil ghost became stronger and stronger, and a hoarse sound came from its mouth, like pulling a bellows.
Obviously, the peace talks have broken down. Humans and ghosts have different paths, so there is no room for negotiation...
"Brother Ghost, this is not a very decent thing to do. I tried to persuade you but you refused to listen and forced me to resort to violence. Humph, I am the 88th generation descendant of the Maoshan Zhen Sect. It would only take me a few minutes to deal with you. If you know what's good for you, leave now, or I will wipe you out!"
When negotiations failed, they started threatening.
Tang Xiaobao had to try everything now. He had no idea how to catch ghosts, so what? Kill ghosts?
Tang Xiaobao doesn't want to try it unless it's absolutely necessary.
Ma Ming's legs were shaking, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. At this time, Tang Xiaobao still dared to speak so arrogantly. Aren't you looking for death?
Sure enough, the evil ghost seemed to understand human words, and its murderous aura became even stronger. It slowly floated towards Tang Xiaobao. Its movements were extremely slow, and the expression on its face seemed to be mocking, more like a cat playing with a mouse.
Tang Xiaobao was very angry when being mocked by a little ghost. Of course, the consequences were not serious. He started to go crazy. He threw away the bronze mirror, stretched out the peach wood sword in his hand, stretched out two fingers of his left hand and began to chant a spell.
"Chiji, jiji, jiji! Mulan is flying a plane. What kind of plane is she flying? A Boeing 747... Chiji, jiji, jiji! Mulan has a low IQ. What's her IQ? 0.007..."
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