Hong Kong variety show: Beauty and Bones

Chapter 398 Zombie Taoist Priest 13

Mao Xiaofang attacked and hit the prison guard with one strike. The prison guard fell down with his eyes rolled back.

The key to the cell was on the prison guard's waist, and Mao Xiaofang reached out to take it.

Suddenly, a hand picked up the key. It was Afan with a smile, "Master, you want to use the key to unlock it!"

Mao Xiaofang looked at the prison door on the other side and found it was already open.

"Good boy, I really belong to you!"

"Hehe, Master, thank you for the compliment!"

The two quietly left the police station, and as soon as they turned a corner, they saw Ren Yinyin leaning against the wall.

"Uncle Master, Senior Brother, I knew that the police station couldn't trap you two!" When Ren Yinyin saw them, he hurriedly came forward and said with a smile.

"Hmph, a flatterer!" Afan muttered.

"Yinyin, let's go and take a look at that house!"

"Master, I bought some steamed buns. They're still hot. Do you want some?"

"Haha, you're a step late. We've already eaten!" Afan sneered with his arms folded.

"I'm not full, thank you, Yinyin!" Mao Xiaofang took the bun and took a bite.

Seeing this, Afan was a little dumbfounded. What happened to the master?

They are the true master and apprentice who share the joys and sorrows!

"Brother, don't you want to eat it? It smells delicious!" Ren Yinyin spread out the oil paper package and said temptingly.

"Huh, who said I don't want to eat?" The prison food was unpalatable and the portions were small, so he didn't feel full at all.

"Hey, brother, you should be grateful for what you have done for me!"

"Okay, I forgive you!" Afan sighed. Who told people in this world only care about appearance?

"Senior brother is so generous!" Ren Yinyin gave a thumbs up and praised.

"Hey, that's it!"

The three of them walked towards the dilapidated house halfway up the mountain, but unexpectedly, someone intercepted them on the way.

"Brother, who are you? Why do you go to places with so much negative energy?" The one who stopped them was the man in white that night.

"It's none of your business!" Mao Xiaofang said coldly.

"Dude, I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious!"

"Hmph, knowing too much won't do you any good!" Mao Xiaofang was about to bypass him and continue on his way when he heard a noisy sound coming from behind.

"Uncle Master, it's Mr. Zhong from the Seven Sisters Hall!" Ren Yinyin whispered beside Mao Xiaofang.

As the voices got closer, a large group of people appeared not far from them.

The leader, Zhong Jun, was gesticulating and praising herself. Behind her followed her apprentices and some reporters holding cameras and microphones.

A large group of people appeared, and several people retreated to the side of the road, watching them go further and further away.

"Master, they are going to that shabby house too!"

"Isn't that very dangerous?" Afan exclaimed.

If Xuan Kui is really there, wouldn't these people be walking into a tiger's mouth? A bloody feast delivered to their doorstep?

"Let's go!" Mao Xiaofang didn't delay any longer and followed closely with Ren Yinyin and Afan.

The man in white followed behind them...

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In the dilapidated house halfway up the mountain, Zhong Jun's apprentice quickly set up the altar.

Zhong Jun was wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist robe and holding a peach wood sword. He began to dance amid the admiration of the crowd.

As time went by, the yin energy became heavier, as if the entire space was shrouded in a chill.

Mao Xiaofang's expression became increasingly ugly. He stared closely at Zhong Jun's every move, secretly worried in his heart.

At this moment, Ren Yinyin suddenly took out a leaf-shaped magic weapon from the treasure bag at his waist.

She placed it in front of her eyes and chanted a spell softly, and the magic weapon instantly emitted a faint light.

"Wow, so many ghosts!" Ren Yinyin exclaimed in surprise.

"Junior sister, let me see it too!" Afan, who was standing by, said hurriedly when he saw this.

Ren Yinyin smiled slightly and handed the magic weapon to Afan.

Just as the two were marveling at this, a man in white came over with a smile and said, "Little girl, can you help me too?"

His voice is gentle and kind, and his face is handsome and kind, which makes people feel good about him.

Ren Yinyin nodded and handed the magic weapon to him without hesitation.

The man in white took the magic weapon, placed it in front of his eyes, and then slowly opened his eyes.

The three people's eyes were all focused on the place with the heaviest yin energy - the stairs on the second floor.

There they saw many men in military uniforms.

These men were tall and had serious expressions. The one in the lead had a powerful aura. He stood with his hands behind his back, looking gloomily at Zhong Jun downstairs, his eyes revealing a hint of indifference and disdain.

At this moment, Zhong Jun was babbling eloquently. She pointed at a military flag and swore that this was the source of the Yin energy...

She wanted to set fire to the flag, and the ghosts in military uniforms rushed over under the command of the leading ghost...

Seeing that the situation was not right, Mao Xiaofang rushed forward like an arrow, using his body to protect Zhong Jun and started a thrilling battle with the ghost.

"Wow!" Just when the two sides were fighting hard, everyone suddenly exclaimed.

It turned out that during the fierce fight, Mao Xiaofang and Zhong Jun somehow stuck their mouths tightly together!

"Wow, wow..." This scene was so unexpected that Ren Yinyin and the surrounding onlookers were suddenly in an uproar, howling like a pot of boiling water. Some even whistled, and the atmosphere was extremely warm.

"Master..." Upon seeing this, Ah Fan's face flushed red and he quickly covered his face with his hands, secretly lamenting in his heart: Master, Master, your lifelong reputation is all ruined now!

Zhong Jun and Mao Xiaofang also realized the embarrassing situation and hurriedly separated.

Zhong Jun was helped to stand up by several disciples, with a hint of shyness and confusion on her face.

"Master, is your mouth okay?" Zhong Jun's disciples gathered around her and looked at her with concern, fearing that she might be hurt.

Zhong Jun was a little dazed. She stood there blankly, as if she had not yet recovered from the accident.

She subconsciously touched her mouth, then turned her gaze to the middle-aged man in the field who was fighting fiercely with the air - Mao Xiaofang.

Zhong Jun is already quite old, but she has never been so close to a man...

Mao Xiaofang finally fought off the ghosts and turned around, panting heavily, to find that the people around him were still watching the show as if it were a monkey show, watching the fun, and no one showed any intention of helping.

He shook his head helplessly, took out a magic weapon from his arms, muttered something, and cast a spell.

As the spell was cast, the scene before everyone's eyes suddenly changed.

On the originally empty field, many hideous ghosts suddenly appeared! They bared their fangs and claws, emitting waves of terrifying roars that made people shudder.

"Ah!" Everyone woke up from their dream, screamed in horror, and then fled in all directions like headless flies.

Even Zhong Jun and her apprentice screamed and fled quickly.

Mao Xiaofang threw out a magic weapon, and magic power gushed out from his hand. The magic weapon opened like a big net, trapping all the ghosts tightly in place.

Mao Xiaofang looked at the ghosts he had trapped and said slowly, "Captain, the war of resistance has been won. You can leave now."

However, the captain who was desperately resisting Mao Xiaofa's power did not believe his words, "Can we really defeat the Japanese?"

Mao Xiaofang nodded and replied affirmatively: "It's true, Captain. Your efforts have not been in vain. The Japanese have been defeated."