fifth form

Chapter 52 Legal Affairs
"Folks!"

There is a large flat in front of the village head's house. This is the place where Longmen Village used to gather for discussions, and it was also directly used by Rong Tianding as a place to practice affairs.

Rong Tianding doesn't know how to do things, but he can draw fairy paintings with pig heads.

This is a painting that has been drawn hundreds of times, and he can draw it now with his eyes closed.

A large canvas was fixed by four fixed wooden poles, and Rong Tianding and Zhang Xuezhou also shouted.

"Wang Fu'an was harmed by water ghosts. It's not that the magic power of the fairy painting is not enough. It's because the water ghost he met was too fierce and broke the protective magic power of the fairy painting." Rong Tianding yelled: "This painter personally painted a patriarch today. Nine Heavens Shangfu Wu Fangdu Commander North Pole Admiral Zuoyuan General Commander Tianpeng Zhenjun Hua came to collect the water ghost, and completely wiped out this water ghost that harmed people and livestock from Longmen Village!"

Rong Tianding dipped his pen in pig's blood, and then spoke impassionedly.

It's not that his paintings are bad, but that the buyer didn't spend money to buy paintings with stronger mana.

Of course, the painting of immortals with stronger mana is too labor-intensive, and Rong Tianding risked his life to paint today.

Rong Tianding talked nonsense for a while, and used all the tricks taught by Zhang Xuezhou.

This set of rhetoric is not difficult to learn, not to mention that Zhang Xuezhou has been continuously influenced by his parents who have failed to start a business for more than ten years. Whenever he goes to a certain sales office, he can basically hear similar routines.

The most central meaning is how difficult it is for me. I think about you, and I have already helped you get the most benefits. This is what I have spent a lot of money to fight for...

Watching Rong Tianding's performance, Zhang Xuezhou felt that his cousin was extremely qualified in sales.

He slightly watched the crowd that kept gathering.

Wang Baoli, the previously identified murderer, was also among them.

It seems that because everyone attributed Wang Fuan's death to the water ghost, Wang Baoli couldn't see any sneaky look on his face, no different from many villagers.

"Master Rong, can your fairy painting really catch water ghosts?"

The head of Longmen Village is an old man in his sixties.

These farming and grazing villages are completely different from Zhangjiazhuang. The village heads and elders are all old people, and the older the better, while in Zhangjiazhuang they are young, strong and capable hunters.

At this time, he looked at Rong Tianding respectfully, but also with a trace of apprehension, fearing that Rong Tianding's fairy painting would not be able to catch the water ghost.

"For the fairy painting of this artist, I invited the ancestor Jiutian Shangfu who specializes in ghost hunting Move out of the village quickly, so as not to suffer in the future!"

Rong Tianding made a threat, which immediately made the village head of Longmen Village, Zhuzhu, dare not speak.

Some people don't believe in immortals, gods, Buddhas and ghosts, but some people are deeply involved in it. Even if it is a clay sculpture or a painting, they will worship and pray devoutly, without any disrespect.

This is the case with Rong Tianding's paintings.

In the eyes of Zhang Xuezhou and others, they can casually laugh at the pig-head fairy paintings whose painting skills are not so good, and the old village chief bowed and saluted very respectfully.

This attitude has even affected many people.

There are more than a hundred people watching Rong Tianding's painting practice, but there are very few people talking about it.

Even because of Li Shuang's strange screams last night and the traces of pig blood that had not been cleaned up on the ground, the village was looking forward to this voluntary ceremony.

After a long drought and rain, Rong Tianding's ceremony may be a bit weird, he doesn't set up an altar and hold a sword like Taoist Mu, but the timing of the other party's arrival is just right.

Many people focused their attention on Rong Tianding's brush to see when the other party was painting and when he was catching ghosts.

"almost!"

Nearly half of the people from Longmen Village came, and the most important thing was that Wang Baoli also appeared among them. Zhang Xuezhou felt that it was time to start doing something.

He reminded Rong Tianding, which made Rong Tianding start to take steps that his relatives did not recognize, and kept chanting the names of the gods in his mouth.

He was like a drunk, after a while of crooked twists, Rong Tianding wrote a stroke on the canvas.

After one stroke, Rong Tianding began to writhe again.

The way things should be done should not be too simple, lest people think that they have not made any effort, but if it is more complicated, no one will know, so they can only delay time by drawing pictures of this drunken appearance.

Wasted the lump of blood in the center of the coagulated pig's blood, Rong Tianding pointed east and west, and pointed north.

Although his movements are deliberately contrived, but he has been drawing pigs for many years, and he can draw pigs with their heads closed.

Not long after, a ferocious pig's head appeared on the canvas.

When Rong Tianding stabilized his posture and carefully added the lower half of the body and armor, the painting of the canopy Zhenjun was considered complete.

"Hey! Patriarch Nine Heavens Shangfu Wufang Chief Commander Beiji Zuoyuan Admiral Tianpeng Zhenjun is in a hurry like a law, please descend to the earth to catch ghosts!"

When the painting was dry, Rong Tianding flicked the brush, and then grabbed the one-meter-long canvas.

He glanced at Zhang Xuezhou and the others, and seeing that everyone was on guard, he tore off the canvas and shouted there.

"The Patriarch said that the water ghost has sneaked into the village!"

Rong Tianding shouted, which made Rong Li hold the butcher's knife in his hand, and Li Shuang, the patrolman, struggled to get up, and carefully opened the window to watch.

In the village, many villagers heard Rong Tianding's yell, and they panicked for a moment, and they kept scanning and watching their surroundings.

"The patriarch said that the water ghost cast a spell and got on someone's body!"

Rong Tianding shouted again, and many villagers were shocked for a moment, their attention changed to the direction of Wang Fu'an's house, and some people focused on Wang Fu'an's wife.

"Did the patriarch say who the water ghost got on?" the old village chief asked bravely.

"The patriarch has profound magical powers, but he is not omniscient, he can know many names of Longmen Village." Rong Tianding shouted: "But as long as you call out your name, the patriarch will definitely be able to identify whose body the water ghost is on!"

"Shout, shout to me, and report your names one by one," the old village head shouted: "Old man... the villain Wang Lide has seen the ancestor!"

The old village chief issued orders to the villagers, and then saluted the fairy painting and called their names.

"Keep it short, just say 'Wang Lide'!"

Rong Tianding waved his hand, and an elder in a village swallowed back the words of salute, and shouted 'Wang Lixin'.

The village head and elders took the lead, and many villagers cooperated honestly, and there were few outstanding birds who did something different.

"Wang Baoli!"

A reply came from among the villagers.

Wang Baoli's voice was not special, it seemed like an ordinary person among the villagers.

But as soon as he finished speaking, Rong Tianding immediately started to shout.

"Water ghost, the patriarch said that the water ghost is possessed by this man named Wang Baoli!"

Rong Tianding's hands trembled a little, but he responded in a timely manner. Wang Baoli identified the person as soon as he finished speaking.

"The water ghost has a form attached to the human body, now is a good time to catch the water ghost, catch that water ghost!"

Zhang Xuezhou called out, Rong Li had already pulled out the butcher's knife and rushed out.

Suddenly seeing a ferocious woman running towards her with a butcher's knife, Wang Baoli's scalp tingled for a while.

Wang Baoli is very clear that he is not a ghost, but this kind of identification makes it difficult for him to refute.

It's nothing more than a lot of money.

If the rumors and rumors can be ignored, it is very likely that he will die if he is wrongly accused of being a water ghost.

"I'm not a water ghost!"

Wang Baoli yelled and argued, but no one listened to his argument.

"The water ghost is afraid of fire, burn him to death!"

As the village chief yelled tremblingly, Wang Baoli's scalp tingled, and he forcibly pushed through the crowd and ran away.

"The methods used by these scholars to blackmail and wrong people are really ruthless. No wonder my mother told me not to offend Master Li, lest I don't know when I was put on a shoe!"

In the wing room, Li Shuang, the police officer, closed the opened window with great reassurance.

He touched the wound on his waist, and felt that besides not being able to provoke scholars, he also could not provoke those tigress.

If he was one second late in begging for mercy, his waist would definitely be gouged out by Rong Li.

In addition to being used for humaneness, the waist is also the source of energy, blood and strength. If the waist is stabbed, not to mention that he will die instantly, it is inevitable that he will lose his strength instantly.

In normal martial arts practice, the throat, chest, etc. are relatively common attack points, and it is difficult to dig out people's waists.

Rong Li, the pig butcher, obviously slaughtered people as if they were pigs. The fighting was completely different from the normal way, which made him suffer a lot from several tricks.

"It's good to keep it!"

Li Shuang murmured.

He can keep his waist under Rong Li's butcher's knife, Wang Baoli may be hard to say.

(End of this chapter)