"Sorry for taking so long to see you."
The meeting place was in a dark green tent that looked like a yurt. He thought it would be dark inside, but Ding Yang realized that he was worrying too much after he walked in.
Obviously there is almost no light source, but it is like daytime in the tent. This weird contrast will even make people feel unreal for a moment.
So that's the case, using this method to emphasize that she has supernatural power, so that the visitor can be swayed so that she can take the lead in the subsequent interview.
Although he didn't see what method the other party used, Ding Yang still vaguely guessed the other party's purpose.
In addition, there was a smell similar to sandalwood in the tent. Ordinary people might just ignore it as sandalwood, but Ding Yang clearly noticed that the flow of true energy in his body had slowed down slightly, and it was not because of the smell. Being sluggish, but closer to the "calm down" feeling.
For ordinary people, this state will make them in a calm or lazy state. In this state, no matter how bad-tempered a person is, it will be easier to accept other people's opinions, and because they don't want to refute, they will quietly change their cognition or attitude towards something because they don't want to refute it.
Even if there is no other means, just relying on the combination of the two, and then having an eloquent and eloquent mouth, it is enough to make ordinary liars invincible.
For Ding Yang, who also has a certain degree of supernatural power, in the early days of his business, he also used many shady and similar methods, and thus accumulated a considerable degree of property and contacts in a short period of time.
This is a very interesting phenomenon. The vast majority of wealthy people in this country are more superstitious than ordinary people.
"Because the schedule was quite full before... I believe you know that I can only meet a few people every day."
The "Master" sitting cross-legged behind a low table whispered.
Although the voice is a bit neutral and the intonation is a bit weird, but if you listen carefully, you can still hear the unique warmth of women.
Probably to strengthen my sense of authority, that's why I used this mystical way of speaking.
"It's okay, I understand your difficulties." While commenting in his heart, Ding Yang also perfunctoryly said, and according to what the other party said later, sat down on the cushion in front of her low table so that the two could face each other.
This made the smell of sandalwood stronger, and Ding Yang, whose five senses were much stronger than ordinary people, couldn't help frowning.
But also because of this, Ding Yang was finally able to see the opponent's face under the hood.
It was an ordinary middle-aged woman's face that looked nothing special at first glance. If I had to say it, it might look more popular than the senior person I met in the haunted house.
What surprised Ding Yang was that the other party's eyes looked a little dull, almost as if he was blind.
But combined with the actions of the master after seeing the master from the door, she should have eyesight.
"Then, can I ask a little bit, Mr. Ding Yang, where did you hear about me?"
Before Ding Yang could continue to observe any clues, the other party asked first.
With magic spells at his side, Ding Yang was not afraid of this so-called master, and replied carelessly: "I heard from a friend of mine that you can help others replace their guardian spirits, making people become More luck, right?"
"That's right, but I think Mr. Ding Yang doesn't seem to need my help in terms of your fortune."
The master continued to speak in a deep voice.
Looks like this guy has investigated him.
Ding Yang thought to himself.
But this is also expected.
If it weren't for thorough investigation, these cultists probably wouldn't have brought their group to such a place so easily.
"Master, you should also know that I was actually an upside-down before I made a fortune, right?" So Ding Yang began to nonsense half-truthfully: "Although I have made a lot of money because of this, I always feel that I am sleeping more and more lately. The more unreliable it is... I think, it must be something dirty when I was fighting back in the past. If you can solve this problem by helping me change the guardian spirit, I will be very grateful to you of."
With a big wave of his hand, Ding Yang took out a check with no amount filled in, and made an expression of "money is not a problem, labor and capital are poor and only money is left".
I believe that no scammer would be uninterested in this.
Come on, let me see if you are a liar or not!
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Just when Xiao Zhengyi and the others got impatient, Ding Yang came out of the tent.
"What's the matter?" So they hurriedly surrounded them, being careful of the priests who looked like bodyguards around them, and asked Ding Yang at the same time, "What's the matter with that master?"
"It's the real master...it's so powerful..." Ding Yang seemed to be shocked, and he looked like he hadn't come back to his soul until now, but kept muttering to himself: "It's incredible, it's incredible..."
"Oh, your hand is broken." Fang Xiaoqing found that Ding Yang's fingertip seemed to have a small cut, and dark red blood dripped down.
"It's okay, it's okay..." Ding Yang said without realizing it, "It was probably cut by a sawtooth grass..."
"I said why are you out of your mind? Could it be that the master is so beautiful that he fascinated you?"
Chen Tuwa patted Ding Yang's trousers unhappily.
"Don't say bad things about the master... Forget it, I'm tired, I have to go back and understand it..." Ding Yang roared impatiently, and then walked towards the tent assigned to them by the church in a trance.
After he walked into the tent, Xiao Zhengyi turned his head and looked at the other two in disbelief: "What's wrong with this guy? Could he be really fascinated by beauty?"
"Should... no?" Fang Xiaoqing also said with some uncertainty.
"I'm afraid something unexpected happened to us," Chen Tuwa pulled the corner of La Xiao Zhengyi's clothes, and said softly, "Let's go to a place where no one is around."
Then the few of them carefully avoided the sight of the cultists, and hid among the woods outside the camp.
"Tuwazi, did you find anything?"
After making sure that there were no priests around, Xiao Zhengyi asked impatiently.
"That guy Ding Yang has practiced strange kung fu. Although his whole body is not considered invulnerable, it is difficult for ordinary knives to cut his skin. Do you really think that saw-toothed grass can hurt him?"
Chen Tuwa and Ding Yang once went through the haunted mansion together, and their relationship is much closer than Xiao Zhengyi and the others, so they know more about Ding Yang than Xiao Zhengyi and the others.
"Then why did he get hurt? That kind of small wound on the fingertips doesn't look like it was left from a fight?"
When Fang Xiaoqing was told by Chen Tuwa, she became even more strange.
It must be said that the wound is more like the degree of a child accidentally cutting a finger when sharpening a pencil with a utility knife. If Ding Yang really fought with that master, no matter what, he would not leave this kind of wound. right.
"No, if you think about it carefully, you can easily get the answer." Chen Tuwa sighed: "There are only two people in the tent, even if you use the method of elimination, you can know that it is not the wound made by the 'master', Isn't it only Ding Yang who did it himself? With his nails, he should be able to cut his fingers... I just looked at his nails when I went up to him, and there was indeed left in the nail of the thumb. Some blood."
"Wait a minute, isn't that even more strange? Why did he cut his finger!"
Fang Xiaoqing still couldn't understand the logic, and it seemed a little confused.
On the contrary, Xiao Zhengyi seemed to understand the meaning of Chen Tuwa's words, and his face gradually became gloomy.
"I'm afraid they want to leave some message for us... We are all outside, and we can do it with just a shout, but we need to use this method specially. I'm afraid this time things will be a little troublesome." He explained to Fang Xiaoqing. Here, and then paused: "The most important problem is that we don't know what message he left behind."
"No, in fact, I have already got the message he left."
But Chen Tuwa gave them a surprise.
He raised his hand, holding a small paper ball in his hand.
"Where did you get this?" Xiao Zhengyi asked in surprise and joy.
"When that guy (Ding Yang) came out of the tent, one of his trouser legs rolled up unnaturally, so I pretended to be dissatisfied and went up and patted his trouser leg. The things inside will naturally fall." Chen Tuwa tossed the paper ball nonchalantly, and replied, "That's it."
After spreading the paper, they realized that it was actually a check paper.
However, there is neither a signature nor an amount on it, but two words written in blood.
It may have been written by Ding Yang in a hurry, so the handwriting was very scribbled, and it took Xiao Zhengyi and the others a long time to barely decipher it.
The first word is "I", but this word is crossed out by a slash; the second word is "ghost".
"What does Ding Yang want to tell us with this?" Fang Xiaoqing looked at Chen Tuwa without thinking.
The behavior of this little guy just now made the female police officer have an inexplicable expectation for him.
This naturally made Xiao Zhengyi a little appreciative.
So Xiao Zhengyi spoke first: "Although I'm not sure what the word 'ghost' means, but the meaning of the word 'I' in front of it is very clear..."
Crossing out "I" is equivalent to "not me".
I am afraid that when he wrote this word, Ding Yang had already expected that when he walked out of the tent, he was no longer himself.
"Then that ghost, could it be the upper body of a ghost?!"
Fang Xiaoqing couldn't help shivering when she thought of the ghost of the dead house that she and Xiao Zhengyi had encountered before.