The days of recuperation are very boring, but because of the dean's return, the mysterious organization seems to have restrained a lot. There has been no incident of evil spirits hurting people recently.

Yin Guo is practicing spiritual vision, and I will also go to the dean to learn about the situation.

Through the director, the mental hospital has protected three masters in total to prevent people with unstable mental state from turning into evil spirit masters.

One is the master of internal boxing, the laughing torpedo, who is the most powerful guardian here.

One is Professor Yang, the King of Thunder and Lightning. Because he was disabled in a battle and his mental state was not very stable, he stayed here while protecting the hospital and giving electrotherapy to the patients, and at the same time he relieved his addiction to electricity.

The dean is not good at fighting, he is good at fortune telling, and can see everything about things with his eyes and plan things before things happen. However, it seems that he has misread something and has ruined his eyes, so he often cannot see it in real life.

On this day, Yin Guo received a call. What was strange was that it was called by the haunted house owner Chen Ge.

"Hello you guys... I received a commission to comfort the dead souls and preside over the farewell ceremony of the body. I am not good at this, so I thought of you." Chen Ge said on the other end of the phone.

"Uh... I'm sorry, our job as a spiritual master is to kill evil spirits, and to subdue demons and demons, it does not include this kind of work..." Yin Guo could only politely refuse. It's not that he doesn't know how to do this. The master often does this in the mountains, but just recites a round of rebirth mantra.

"Because the employer's family is relatively wealthy and the situation is complicated, the reward is 50,000."

"Hiss..." Yin Guo took a deep breath and asked Aji to start to shake violently, looking at Pan Daxing's excited eyes.

"Actually... I don't care whether it's money or not, mainly... I'm curious about what the complicated situation is." Yin Guo suppressed the excitement in her heart and tried hard to reply in a calm voice. Unfortunately, the more she was deliberate, the more unnatural it was.

"Okay, No. 55, Beike Street, I'll be waiting for you at the door." Chen Ge hung up.

"Fifty thousand! Fifty thousand!! Fifty thousand!!!" Yin Guo danced on the hospital bed excitedly.

"I've got rich and I've got rich. You can buy a mobile phone to play games together! By the way... I can't go with you..." Pan Daxing said with some regret.

He is doing spiritual power recovery treatment to clear meridians that have been blocked by long-term use of spirit inhibitors, so as not to completely use divine strike techniques in every battle.

Zhao Qinxiu used Blood Furious when fighting King Kong, and temporarily needed to evaluate his mental state, so he could not act together before.

In other words... Yin Guo can only go to this operation alone.

"But there shouldn't be too much danger. At most, it's just a two-star evil spirit." Yin Guo was still very confident. Even if it was a three-star evil spirit, it was not impossible to give it a try.

"come on!"

...

It was noon, facing the temptation of 50,000 yuan, Yin Guo took a taxi to Beike Street with a proud taxi. In contrast to Chen Ge's introduction, the house here is not only not the kind of rich mansion, but also like an ancestral home that has not been repaired for many years.

It is also not ruled out that the rich man will return to his roots.

There were wreaths outside the door, and there were many "peers" queuing outside the door, including Taoist priests, monks, priests, and wizards... It can be said that a hundred flowers are blooming and a hundred schools of thought contend.

The situation seems to be quite complicated.

"Here you are here?" Chen Ge was waiting outside the door. It seemed that his injuries had completely healed and his mental state was in good spirits.

"Well, they both have something to do, what's going on here?" Yin Guo pointed to the people in line and said in confusion.

"The deceased is a company boss, an old strong man who started from scratch. He is in his eighties and is a normal death, but obsession has refused to leave and has been harassing his family in his dreams. The family invited many famous monks and Taoists from all over the world to send away the old man's soul, but the effect is... On the contrary, the old man's hostility becomes heavier and he feels like he is almost becoming an evil spirit." Chen Ge shook his head helplessly.

Yin Guo looked at a group of fancy Taoist priests in the house, shook his head and recited the spells that were messy. The bells in his hand were also shaking, surrounded by purple Taoist robes, looking like Taoist priests more than a foot of the master's teachings. In fact, it should be a fake move that he didn't know anything, making a simple soul-soothing ceremony as complicated as a performance.

"How is it?" Chen Ge asked.

"One spell is done." Yin Guo was quite confident when watching the fake Taoist priest's performance.

"Well... a spell, people will think that you are perfunctory. It feels that the 50,000 yuan is not worth it. It is better to learn from others. After all, you are so busy and you are still a little skilled." Chen Ge is also an old fox who has been working hard in society for many years, and has shared some small experiences.

"I don't care about money and other external things... but for the sake of the family's peace of mind, I'd better do it perfectly." Yin Guo clicked and learned more carefully about the dramatic practices of Taoists.

As he was watching, the Taoist priest suddenly turned pale, as if he had seen some extremely terrifying scene. Cold sweats continued to flow out of his forehead, and he was so scared that he was embarrassed and turned his head and ran away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... The old man is too obsessed with it, and his small things are shallow... I can't influence him, so we're leaving..." A group of Taoists ran away like ghosts when they saw something.

"Look... I've been like this many times recently. The more I'm saving my master, the stronger I'm, I'm probably going to turn into an evil spirit soon." Chen Ge shook his head helplessly.

The family members also looked impatient and waved their hands quickly to let the next group of monks come in.

This old monk also looked so profound that he sat cross-legged and started knocking on wooden fish when he walked into the mourning hall. There was also a slight fluctuation of spiritual power in the spell, which was not a trick to deceive people.

It took less than three minutes to sit down. Master Monk's forehead started sweating and his body was a little unstable, but he still wanted to persevere in order to save all living beings and to make 50,000 yuan of food improvement fees.

However... five minutes, the street flopped, dragged away, the next one.

The family had no choice but to treat the dead horse as a living horse. They invited a priest from the West. Seeing his face showing sacredness, he sprinkled with holy water and petals. As soon as he stepped into the gate, he fell a dog to eat shit, lost two front teeth, shouted at Farkfak, and ran away in a panic.

This old man's obsession looks very powerful.

The last wave is the last hope for the family, and the Ghanaian team invited across the ocean and at a high price.

Six sun lovers, black friends with dark skins as color as the bottom of the pot, walked into the mourning hall in a black suit. Without saying a word, they turned on the cheerful music, carried the coffin and started dancing.

Suddenly, the black dancer felt the coffin on his shoulders getting heavier and heavier, as if he was carrying not the body, but a mountain. His body gradually collapsed and he could not adjust his strength for a while. The coffin actually flipped down directly, the coffin board slid down, and a thin and old body rolled out.

The family roared, picked up all the objects they could catch, and smashed them at the black dancer.

"Manimani..." The black man was still holding two fingers.

"Damn it! Damn it!!! You dare to ask for money!" The bamboo pole and the big stick beat the black dancer in a row and beat him out.

"Dad... why don't you rest in peace? What's wrong with you? We have prepared the most grand funeral for you, selected the best cemetery, and sat south and north, watching the sea and listening to the waves, why don't you leave with peace of mind..." A group of family members rushed on the old man's body and cried.

"Is it time for us?" Yin Guo asked.

"Well, go in." Chen Ge also nodded.

"What are you?" The family members looked at the two of them in confusion.

"I invited it, Master Chen Ge, it's really amazing." The old man's third son hurriedly came over.

"Hmph, don't blame me for not reminding me. If I dare to torture our old man's body, I will beat you up even if I go to jail!" An uncle who looked over fifties said with a frown.

"Master Chen Ge...is no problem." The young man said carefully.

"I said I'm not good at soothing the soul. This time I introduced me, the little brother." Chen Ge smiled and launched Yin Guo.

"Uh... Hello everyone, I am a spirit-eliminating master and can also comfort the soul little by little." Yin Guo waved embarrassedly.

A group of people stared at Yin Guo silently, their eyes full of distrust. A teenager dared to come over to cheat money? Do they think their family is stupid and have more money?

"Let's try it when I come... I don't want to see the old man every day when I close my eyes." A middle-aged woman in luxury clothes suggested.
Chapter completed!