"Brother Ergou, your second grandfather is not ordinary!"

The fat man has been staring at Grandpa II and his weird horse from the beginning, and now he nodded even more and said with deep meaning.

Identity? What is the identity of my second grandfather?

Li Ergou was about to ask the fat man, but he saw that the paper man and the paper horse had already walked to the second grandfather.

"Mr. Judge, these unforgivable ghosts have been brought to you. Please accept them!"

What surprised Li Ergou was that after seeing his second grandfather, the paper man in the lead actually spoke like a human being, bowed and clasped his fists, and was very respectful to his second grandfather.

"Okay, thank you for your hard work! After you go back, I will invite you to the King of Hell."

The second grandfather put away the soul-attracting banner, then took out a piece of red cloth from the box on the carriage and threw it casually. The red cloth suddenly burst out with a powerful suction force, which put all the ghosts on the Huangquan Road into the red cloth.

Even the madman's coffin and the ancient costume female ghost in the coffin are no exception.

"Mr. Judge, then we will say goodbye!"

Those paper men and horses were not long-winded. After handing over the job, they turned around and walked into the water.

Immediately afterwards, the sarcophagus on the water surface slowly sank into the water, and the Huangquan Road was filled with water on both sides and gradually disappeared.

Li Ergou and the fat man hid in the grass, staring at the scene in amazement, and didn't dare to say anything.

After the second grandfather packed up his things and drove the carriage back to the village, Li Ergou breathed a long sigh of relief, and then looked at the fat man beside him with confusion.

"Brother Ergou, I think the madman's affairs are just like this. It doesn't make much sense to investigate any further. Why don't we go to Guan Erye's Wusheng Temple to solve the problem of drought?" the fat man suggested.

Li Ergou thought about it, then nodded and agreed.

The problem of small drought is indeed undelayed. If it is delayed for a few more days, even the reservoir in front of the madman's grave will dry up.

By then, the drought will spread to the entire Yangcheng, and all crops will die, and Yangcheng will be in chaos.

Another point is that it has been two days since he returned home, and I wonder how the situation is happening with Sister Baoer?

You know, there is a suspected regional channel for the underground maze of Fengyuan Building. Although Da Piaoliang and Uncle Hu Zi have already arrived at the altar, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not come out to make trouble again.

If someone who has concerns in his heart will involuntarily think of her no matter what he does or whenever he or she does.

Li Ergou is in this state now. He also wants to deal with the dry bait as soon as possible and then go back to Yangcheng.

After the two made a decision, they walked towards the Wusheng Temple two kilometers away.

After they left, the ghost-faced man walked out from behind the madman's grave. He stood quietly in the cold wind, looking at the direction of Li Ergou and the others leaving, wondering what he was thinking.

However, it is strange that the little drought has never come out to make trouble since it disappeared.

If it weren't for the sudden outbreak of a large-scale drought in the entire Yangcheng in the past two days, Li Ergou would have doubted whether the small drought had been taken away by someone.

After all, Uncle San said at that time that an expert was already in charge of Fengyuan Building. At that time, Li Ergou still suspected that the master mentioned by Uncle San would be a fat man.

However, after observing these days, Li Ergou discovered that this possibility is very slim.

The fat man is actually the same as him. Even though he has secrets in his heart, he doesn’t know much more about Fengyuan Building than him.

In other words, the master mentioned by Uncle San has another person.

"Fatty, can Master Guan Er really solve the problem of that little drought?" Li Ergou suddenly asked when he arrived at the Wusheng Temple.

On this evening, when Li Ergou suddenly came to the temple, even though he had seen the ghost several times before, he still felt a sense of fuzz.

"What, Ergou brother, don't you believe what Fatty Master said?" Fatty stopped and asked.

"Fat Master, you know I don't mean that. I just think it's gloomy and scary." Li Ergou explained quickly.

Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, the fat man laughed: "Brother Ergou, I'm joking with you, why are you taking it seriously?"

After he finished speaking, he pushed open the gate of the Wusheng Temple. Seeing this, Li Ergou had to bite the bullet and follow him.

The architecture of Wusheng Temple is different from other temples. The door god is not painted on its door gods because Emperor Guan Sheng himself is very skilled in martial arts and does not need door gods to protect it.

After Li Ergou followed the fat man into the temple, he was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him.

In the middle, the person enshrined Guan Erye, who held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in one hand and the Spring and Autumn Sutra in the other hand. Even if it was just a statue of the god, it looked extremely imposing.

On his left, Prince Guan Ping stood, and on the right, he was accompanied by General Zhou Cang.

The entire temple appears solemn and majestic.

"Fat Master, what are you going to do?" Li Ergou asked.

To be honest, when Li Ergou heard that the fat man wanted to ask Mr. Guan to come down to earth and subdue the little drought, he was still a little excited.

Not to mention that Guan Erye was once named "The Emperor of Guan Sheng" and was ranked among the immortal class.

In the Three Kingdoms alone, his image of righteousness and loyalty to the Lord can make people respect themselves.

"Brother Ergou, don't worry, as long as I burn incense and talismans and tell Mr. Guan Er to be in trouble in the world, he will definitely show his holy place in the mortal world and save all people from water and fire." The fat man said confidently.

When Li Ergou heard this, he frowned slightly: "Will the talisman paper burn like the City God last time, but in the end he didn't react?"

"How is that possible?"

The fat man also knew that last time he hired the City God, he made a joke.

As soon as Li Ergou finished speaking, he couldn't wait to say, "The City God is because he is timid and inaction. I will definitely study his book with the King of Hell another day."

Li Ergou raised his eyebrows and did not believe the fat man's words.

But he still said, "Fat Master, since Mr. Guan Er is so powerful, let him clean up the zombies in the underground maze of Fengyuan Building."

Li Ergou said this, but he was selfish.

My father disappeared mysteriously twenty years ago. Over the years, all relatives and friends have kept silent. This has always been a hurdle in his heart.

If the fat man could really invite Mr. Guan Er and collect the zombies in the sarcophagus, it would clear the obstacles for Li Ergou.

After midnight, he can enter the maze again and find out.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the fat man lowered his head rarely, and then said with an awkward look: "Brother Ergou, this may not work."

"Why?" Li Ergou asked.
Chapter completed!