Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

Chapter 272 Playing tricks on Yixiu

No matter, they fight theirs, I sleep mine.

"Hey? Where's Ah Qiang?"

"Where did this kid go?"

But when he turned his head, he saw that the kid was squatting by the window, looking at Jingjing opposite with an infatuated face.

Even Han Feng didn't notice when he came close.

Seeing that is called an obsession.

"Bah!"

Han Feng suddenly jumped out from behind.

Frightened by this kid, he sat down on the ground.

Holding his beating heart, "Brother, do you know that scaring people can scare people to death?"

"You boy, if you don't do anything wrong, why are you afraid of ghosts knocking on the door?"

"Don't sleep in the middle of the night, squatting by the window to peek at other girls?"

After being said by Han Feng, Ah Qiang's face turned red again.

"Look at you, how can you be so thin-skinned for such a half-sized boy? You can't do this. With you like this, how can you chase after girls in the future?"

"Brother, what should I do then?"

"Don't worry, before I leave, I will help you get rid of Miss Jingjing."

Han Feng patted his chest to assure the ticket, isn't it just chasing girls, what's so difficult about it.

That is, I disdain to chase.

Han Feng thought of the scenes in the film and television drama, and smiled happily, "Aqiang, go find two bamboo tubes and a thread."

"Brother, what do you want these for?"

"Be a megaphone."

That little idiot Aqiang didn't understand what Han Feng was talking about, but he still ran out to find something.

Han Feng dug a hole, threaded a thread, and soon a simple microphone was completed.

Grabbing a bamboo tube, aimed it at the opposite window, and precisely threw it at Miss Jingjing's feet.

The girl opposite was even more confused.

Pick up the bamboo tube, follow the line on it, and look over.

After seeing Han Feng, he immediately grinned, and Han Feng gestured for him to put the bamboo tube to his ear.

"can you hear me?"

The girl on the opposite side nodded dumbly.

"When speaking, you should put the bamboo tube to your mouth, and when listening to the sound, put it on your ear."

Only then did Jingjing suddenly realize.

"Yeah, I can hear you."

"Haha, this is so much fun."

The girl on the opposite side is very novel holding the megaphone.

Han Feng quickly threw the bamboo tube in his hand to A Qiang.

"Take it, chatting with her, isn't it better than squatting here by the window and having unrequited love?"

Ah Qiang nodded like a pounding garlic, "Mmm, thank you, Senior Brother!"

Han Feng turned around and went to bed gracefully.

As a result, the conversation he heard next almost made him roll off the bed.

A Qiang: "Jingjing, I'm tired of collecting herbs today, have you gone home for dinner tonight?"

Jingjing: "Yes, fried rice with eggs."

Ah Qiang: "Did you add eggs?"

Jingjing: "Egg fried rice, what do you think?"

Ah Qiang: "How many more?"

Jingjing: "One."

Ah Qiang: "Why not add two?"

Snapped!

A bamboo tube flew from a distance and hit Ah Qiang directly on the face.

Ah Qiang felt wronged and walked towards the bed, "Brother, she hit me."

Han Feng, "...get out."

Can I take back what I just said now?

As far as this EQ is concerned, let alone help him get the girl before I leave, even if I live for another year and a half and put a knife on my neck, I can't do it.

What a talent!

Talent, however, often comes in groups.

Ah Qiang stopped making trouble here, and the room of Uncle Simu began to toss.

"Harmful!"

"Bah!"

"Mimi Amy, Mimi Amy..."

Han Feng was lying on the bed, unable to sleep at all, so he simply dragged Ah Qiang to watch the excitement.

"Don't be depressed, Ah Qiang, let's go, Senior Brother will take you to watch the excitement."

The two quietly walked to the door of the four-eye room and looked inside.

Sure enough, on a table, there were messy things, two coconut shells, two small bowls, two balls of cotton, and two balls of wick.

I saw the four-eyed master uncle facing this pile of things, and after casting a spell, he directly buckled it on his ears.

Han Feng was ashamed: Damn!Mistake!

Pulling Ah Qiang back.

"Brother, don't you want to take me to watch the fun? Why are you going back again?"

"It's over, that's the one just now!"

"Senior brother mainly wants you to see your master. He is still a single dog at such a great age, so you don't want to be like him when you get old. You have to cheer up now, understand?"

Ah Qiang's eyes lit up, the Han Feng in front of him was simply his idol!

"En! Brother, I remember! Don't worry, I won't give up halfway." Ah Qiang nodded heavily.

Han Feng quickly slipped back to the bed.

If the words just now were heard by the four-eyed Taoist priest, he would have to peel off his own skin.

The next day, it was dark.

There was the sound of knocking wooden fish again from the next door.

Master Yixiu's daily routine is very regular.

He doesn't care whether it's dawn or not, he just depends on when the rooster crows.

Today the chicken is also strange, it starts to yell before dawn, as if in spring.

Yixiu slept late and woke up early, and before the mattress was warmed up, he got dressed and knocked on the wooden fish very professionally.

In his mouth, he began to chant sutras like a Tang monk.

Han Feng felt light and was also woken up.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the four-eyed uncle holding a big money jar in his arms, and rushed out angrily.

"Uncle, are you going to buy a house?"

Startled eyes slid to the lips.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Han Feng, "How do you know?!"

I know the plot.

Pooh!Han Feng withdrew his spiritual sense, and secretly spurned himself, and must not talk bald.

"Needless to say, you must have been so disturbed by Master Ikkyu next door that you couldn't sleep, and you want to sell his house, right?"

Thinking of this, Simu became angry again, "Yes! Today I will drive away that old bald donkey next door no matter what!"

Looking at the four eyes, he rushed to the next door.

Han Feng decisively pulled up the shutter to watch the show.

Master Yixiu was knocking on the wooden fish in the room.

Seeing the four-eyed Daoist come in, he smiled and stood up and walked over, "Hehe, Daoist, please greet me so early, it's a sin!"

"Shut up, how much is it? I want to buy your house, lest you quarrel with me!"

With that said, Simu put the money jar in his hand on the table and opened it.

Yixiu said with a smile, "No way, we are all neighbors, living together is due to fate."

"Fate, how can it be measured by money."

"Let me ask you, what exactly are you willing to do to move?"

"Amitabha! The poor monk intends to chant sutras here until he passes away."

"Okay! I'll watch you with wide eyes and see when you die! Hmph!"

Four eyes turned around to leave, and suddenly saw a clay doll on the table, which looked very similar to Master Yixiu, and he had a plan in mind.

The attitude directly came to a 180-degree turn.

"Monk, just treat what I just said as fart. By the way, this clay doll looks like you."

"Jingjing pinched it according to my appearance. If you like it, I will give it to you."

"That's great, can you sign it?"

Master Yixiu simply pressed a handprint under the base of the clay doll.

"Thanks."

"They're all neighbors, so why not be polite."

"Okay, then I'll go back."

Han Feng stood by the window and saw clearly.

Suddenly a voice sounded in my ear, "What is Master doing with a clay doll?"

Han Feng was taken aback, "When did you wake up, you didn't even make a sound."

"I'm sorry, brother, I don't know where my shoes are. I walked here barefoot, so there was no sound."

Han Feng was speechless, looked at the four eyes and walked back, and smiled helplessly, "Let's go, prepare to set up the altar to perform the method, the master is going to amplify the move."

The voice fell to the ground, and she walked in holding the clay doll in her four eyes.

"Everyone is up, just in time, go, get up the altar!"

Ah Qiang was shocked again by Han Feng's divine prophecy.

Immediately gave a thumbs up, "Brother, you are really good at predicting things!"

soon.

The altar was set up, and the four eyes began to practice.

Han Feng moved a small bench and sat on it waiting to watch the show.

It was the first time for Ah Qiang to see this battle, so he couldn't help feeling a little nervous.

I thought it was some kind of grand ceremony, to open the altar, but I didn't know that this ceremony was purely aimed at the person opposite.

Simu cut off the handprints under the clay doll that he had just brought back, wrapped it in a magic talisman, lit it, put it in a cup filled with red wax oil and stirred it.

Finally, rub it on a puppet made of sticks.

Then cast some spells up, put two fingers together and pointed at the puppet, "Get up!"

The dead thing instantly stood up.

Simu snorted coldly, "Hmph, I'll tell you to knock on the scriptures and chant the Buddha to disturb people's sleep."

Immediately afterwards, the fingers of the four eyes flexibly manipulated the puppet.

Han Feng clasped his arms around his chest, and walked to the window with great interest to look across.

I saw Master Yixiu, who was sitting at the table knocking the wooden fish, suddenly his hands were out of his control.

He actually picked up the wooden fish on the table and fell to the ground with a bang.