Although Mikaka didn't want to ask for this person, it was much better than being plagued by female ghosts. In contrast, he had to bend down and beg, "Brother, I will do whatever you say."

Saki stretched out one foot gracefully, "Help me wipe my shoes. I'll help you."

"What?" Mikaka's backbone was stimulated again, "Hey, Qi Mujun, don't insult others. Humph, ask me to shine my shoes?! At least you should also prepare a rag!"

Crazy - a large piece fell down.

Xia Zaoan softly held the desk, "Mikaka, what about your backbone and ambition. I misread you."

Mikaka was helpless, "You let a female ghost pester, I see if you still have the backbone."

"Then just wipe it."

"Don't you just do it, but I'll agree. You have to help me catch the ghost."

Mikaka gritted her teeth and brought a rag, and was about to bend down to help him polish his shoes. However, Qi Mu took his feet back.

"Hey, what tricks do you want to play?"

Qi Mu said: "Remember this account first and I will pay it back next time."

"Okay, okay." Mikaka was also happy. Anyway, after Qi Mu drove the female ghost away, he planned to default on the debt.

But, how to exorcise ghosts?

Qi Mu said: "It's very simple to exorcise ghosts. Just find her corpse."

"Ah?" Mikaka was stunned, and went around and circled around for a long time. So, would he still want to go down the ancient well to dig up the corpse?

He dared not.

Shi Zhenxian patted him and gave him courage, "What are you afraid of? We will go early today. In broad daylight, there is no need to worry."

Mikaka held his hand in emotion, "Brother Shi, you are my best brother."

"Mikaka, we will be brothers for life and will never be separated from you!"

The scene suddenly became emotional.

However, Mikaka continued, "Brother, let's go with me."

"Get out!" Shi Zhenxian kicked him away.

It's really a brotherhood that is thinner than paper.

In the evening, the west mountain is dusk.

The city of Chaoshen is shrouded in the light of the sunset and is dyed with a layer of golden color.

get out of class was over early today. It was only six o'clock when Qi Mu, Mikaka and others came to the house. Because of summer, it was still very bright. It would not be until 7 o'clock, and it would be dark.

One hour was enough to dig out the bones. They brought tools, including ropes, baskets for dredging, and Luoyang shovels for tomb robbers, etc.

At the ancient well where the sunset was slanting, Mikaka and his group watched the bottom of the well. Although it was daytime, the darkness at the bottom of the well could not be dispelled by the light, and there was a layer of mysterious water vapor. It was impossible to see the situation below at the wellhead.

Only by going down in person can you get a glimpse of the mystery.

And this person is Mikaka.

He kept swallowing, he couldn't blame him. Who wouldn't be afraid of such a thing?

"Everyone, can I not go on?"

"Just retreat now? Are you teasing us?" Xia Zaoan hit him.

"But, I'm afraid. Brother Qi Mu, is there any other way? This method is too exciting."

"There is no other way." Qi Mu shrugged, saying that he could not help, "If you really don't want to go down, I won't force it. Anyway..." As he said that, he glanced at Mikaka's back with a point of view, raised his hand, and greeted [someone] behind Mikaka, "Hi. Hello."

"Hey, who are you saying hello to?"

"Do you still need to ask?"

Mikaka wiped her cold sweat, and her back felt cold. He looked back nervously and saw nothing. But he firmly believed that the female ghost's dead head must be hidden in a place he could not see.

"Okay! OK! Don't scare me! I'll go down! I can't go down?" He wanted to cry.

Such a tragic fortune, it’s time to stop!

Xia Zaoyan came over, "Mikaka, I specially invited a master for you."

"What master?"

"That must be the legendary master. Now, please invite the master to the stage. Please applaud!"

As she finished speaking, a man in a Taoist robe jumped out of the room. The man looked angry and was powerful without anger. He held a peach wood sword in his hand, and there were two disciples around him.

While waving his sword, he shouted, "Who is the monster who actually does evil in the world? Look at my Ninth Uncle who has taken you!"

"Wencai! Qiu Sheng! Prepare glutinous rice and ink thread."

"Yes, Master!"

The two apprentices pretended to take out the props.

Looking closely, aren’t Wencai and Qiu Sheng the characters played by A Jin and A Chun?!

As for Uncle Jiu, who else can it be? Ulala!

What's going on? Playing the cosplay of the zombie Taoist priest?!

"Does it look like it? I am the director behind the scenes." Xia Zaoyan was very proud of her masterpiece.

In order to perform this scene well, the four of them were said to have spent an hour to rehearse, and they must perform the replica Uncle Jiu very well.

Having said that, Uncle Jiu, played by Ulala, is actually similar in seventy or eighty-eight parts. Whether it is the face shape, expression, and those two eyebrows, if you don’t look closely, you really think Uncle Jiu is reincarnated.

It was just that the actors of Wencai and Qiu Sheng were too perfunctory. It was too perfunctory to let Ajin play Qiu Sheng, but it would be too sorry to let Achun play Wencai. She is a woman.

Faced with this situation, Mikaka didn't know what to say, and she had such a big fight, "Is this effective?"

Instead of pretending to be Uncle Jiu, it is better to pretend to be Zhong Kui.

"Of course it's useful!" Xia Zaoan said, "Although there is no real material, it can at least increase the momentum!"

That's better than nothing...Mikaka thought.

But I saw Xia Zaoan spread his hands and said, "Brother, bring it."

Mikaka was confused and said, "What are you taking?"

"Don't pretend to be garlic. The production fee is not required. You think the pay is not required. Our actors' pay is aligned with the young and fresh meat, and it costs more than 100 million yuan."

"Puff!" Mikaka almost squirted out a mouthful of old blood.

"Do you think the group of extras you invited are cutout actresses? More than 100 million? Look at these three actors, you can only stare at one expression. Are you not afraid of being beaten to death by the audience with your acting skills?"

Xia Zaoan was arrogant and said, "What are you afraid of?! Now they are acting like this, this is called traffic."

"Gongguangguang! I have no acting skills to enter the film and television industry! The cutout actress has long been unable to receive the show! Do you dare to ask for a price of 100 million?!"

Xia Zaoyan was not convinced, "If you have the ability, you can play one."

Mikaka actually rolled up her sleeves and said, "Come on. Let you see what acting is!"

Mikaka took off the Taoist robe from Ulala and put it on himself, and then he jumped out of the room.

"Who is the monster, how dare you be so arrogant here!"

Immediately afterwards, he pretended to draw a peach wood sword. Unexpectedly, his every move and expression were very good, as if he was really under Uncle Jiu's body. His acting skills made the traffic feel ashamed.

"Hmph." After the performance, Mikaka threw the peach wood sword back to Ulala.

"This is the acting skills. Do you understand? Stop acting, just go home and cut the pictures."

Xia Zaoan and the others were stunned and couldn't help but applaud. "It was such a good performance! It turned out to be an old actor!"

"A group of idiots," Qi Mu interrupted them and said, "Is it fun? Can you go down the well?"

He pointed at the sky. The sunset was fading away. Before he knew it, it was almost dark. The night was gradually occupying the entire sky.

It’s already 6:30. There’s not much time left for Mikaka.

"It was all caused by you." Mikaka ran back to the wellhead while shifting the blame to Xia Zaoan. "If you go down the well, go down the well. Why are you playing with Uncle Jiu cosplaying! Isn't this harmful to me?"

"It's my business," Xia Zaoan retorted, "Who asked you to grab the lead role? This Jiu Uncle was not for you to play. If you want to play, just continue to pick up the corpse."

"Go on the side!"

Qi Mu looked at the two guys coldly, "Zhazhaka, if you talk nonsense, wait until it gets completely dark, haha..."

Mikaka doesn't want to go down the well in the dark, that's terrible.

He didn't dare to say more nonsense, so he quickly tied a rope on his body, then sat at the wellhead, ready to slide to the bottom of the well.

Before going down, he kept reminding him: "You must hold me and don't give up on me."

"Don't worry." Shi Zhenxian and Qin Sijie tied the other end of the rope to a tree, and waited for Mikaka to slowly loosen the rope when he went down the well and helped him down.

Mikaka mustered up the courage and slowly leaned down along the wellhead, "Say it again, wait a moment, don't let go."

"I know. Chicken woman. I'm talking so much nonsense. It's getting dark. Do you want to be caught by a ghost while it's dark?"

"Bah, don't say such creepy words!"
To be continued...