Republic of China

Chapter 8 Not a local accent
The matter is definitely not finished.

Strictly speaking, we haven’t started yet.

Liu Banxian didn't know why he suddenly woke up. His face still hurt. He was tied up and had no memory of what happened.

Do you think that your old immortal doesn't have the habit of slapping yourself in the mouth?
In the past, after waking up, the 'victim' would always be grateful, counting money until his hands cramped.

But why are the looks coming from all around now like looking at a silly roe deer?
Didn't you come up?

Or was it the wrong person?
Liu Banxian, who was slightly embarrassed, tried to keep his face as calm as possible.

After all, he is a famous gentleman from all over the country.

You have to keep your face

Then he coughed a few times and cursed again.

It's just that after a long time, even after sweating profusely, Xianjia just couldn't get up.

It's like being lost.

In desperation, Liu Banxian had no choice but to take a step back and prepare to use his special skills.

Directly ask the troublemaking soul to come forward and speak.

Although this will cause serious harm to the body, the reputation cannot be ruined.

Then burn incense and paper money again, and light three soul-inducing lamps.

Then tie three red threads to the fingers holding the octagonal drum, and tie the other end to the foot of the soul-inducing lamp.

After circling the altar three and a half times, he sat back on his chair.

“When there is injustice, redress the injustice, and when there is suffering, there is suffering.”

"The breeze descends, and the smoke soul transcends."

"Hidden Taiyuan, come to my altar"

Liu Banxian really worked hard.

The octagonal drum was beating so hard that it started to smoke.

Giving him Zhao Sanyuan's gong is no different from playing monkey.

Then again, the dancing master is indeed very joyful to outsiders, and he is really happy when he sings and dances.

Until the flames of the three soul-inducing lamps suddenly shot upward.

The teasing workers swallowed their saliva immediately and did not dare to make any more noise.

The feeling of joy returns to the feeling of joy, that is before inviting the 'right master' to take over.

After getting on it, it was still buzzing without awe, so I'm afraid there won't be any good juice to eat.

"Uh"

The voice coming out of Liu Banxian's mouth was very different from before. Anyone who heard it would know that it was definitely not him who made the voice.

With this hand, he can't really suppress everyone.

After all, these things can be faked, and no one knows the ghost's last name during his lifetime.

Zhao Sanyuan's eyes were slightly cold under the wall.

He saw clearly that the spiritual fire on Liu Banxian's forehead dimmed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This is the best proof of being possessed by something dark.

The ghost is not something you can invite whenever you want.

Either it wants to.

Or, the alien who serves as the medium must be profound enough and capable enough, and he must also be able to ask the local city god's yin and yang wandering god to restrain the designated ghost.

Such a wonderful and weird scene made the spectators dare not breathe and stared closely at Liu Banxian.

Li Dongzhi pushed Kang Muang and motioned for you to negotiate.

"Boss, I'm just a cashier, I've never negotiated."

"Go ahead if you are told, and I'll add more food to you later."

Kang Muang had no choice but to sit in front of Liu Banxian and tentatively said hello, still using the same catchphrase that he didn't know what it meant.

"It is said that the sky is covered with mist, the stars are filled with green branches and red flowers, and there are different paths between yin and yang that separate people and ghosts. No matter what your last wish is, please tell me. We will try our best to satisfy you. We just hope that we will not continue to torture living people."

Be polite first and then use force. Words should be delivered first.

It is best to resolve it peacefully.

If you're not good at literature, it's not too late to learn martial arts.

Judging from the reaction, it is indeed difficult.

Liu Banxian was swaying in his chair, but he didn't speak.

Seeing this, Kang Muang couldn't help but raise his voice.

"What is your last wish? Tell it and we will try our best to help you solve it."

At this time, Liu Banxian slowly raised his head. There were no pupils in his eyes, only the whites of his eyes.

This caused bursts of exclamations from the workers.It turns out that a ghost has taken over! ?
But no one expected that a more serious problem would be faced by everyone next.

Liu Banxian: “@#￥%&”

???

The audience was stunned.

Because I couldn't understand what he was talking about at all.

Kang Muang thought there was something wrong with his ears, but as he was the closest, he knew that the words coming out of Liu Banxian's mouth were quite clear and not ambiguous.

After thinking about it, Kang Muang came to a conclusion and said awkwardly: "Which village are you from? I really can't understand the dialect."

Liu Banxian: “&%￥#@”

Still no use.

The workers present came from all over the country, but they couldn't tell which village their accent was from.

But it is certain that the opposite party was definitely not a local when he was alive.

The scene was completely awkward.

Liu Banxian was indeed capable. Although he was slapped a few times during the period, he finally invited the ghost to come over.

However, who would have thought that the two parties would have no way to communicate at all.

It's like a chicken talking to a duck, and they don't understand it at all.

At this time, an engineer gently pulled Li Dongzhi's sleeve.

"Sir, something doesn't seem right."

"Talk nonsense! Even a fool can see that something is wrong!"

The engineer quickly shook his head and whispered: "No, sir, I seem to understand what he said."

Li Dongzhi was shocked.

Do you still have such talents under your command?

If I remember correctly, this guy should be from Jinmen.

But I have heard the Jinmen dialect myself, so it’s impossible that I can’t recognize a single word.

The engineer seemed to guess what Li Dongzhi was thinking, and then wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, "What he spoke was not a local dialect, and it was not Yanhuang dialect to be precise."

"what is that?"

"Japanese language."

"What!?"

"Japanese language, sir, this must be a little devil."

startled.

Li Dongzhi was completely shocked.

Things are developing more and more beyond expectations.

He thought of all the possibilities as much as possible, but he just didn't expect that this ghost was not a local ghost, but a foreign species.

It is rare for ordinary people to see a ghost once in their lifetime.

Not to mention a Japanese ghost.

Foreign devils, foreign devils, now I met a real one.

Li Dongzhi patted the engineer on the shoulder and said sincerely: "Heaven has given you a great responsibility. Since you understand foreign languages, go up and help translate for Xiaokang."

Unexpectedly, the engineer shook his head like a rattle, "No, sir, I can only understand a few nouns, but I can't explain them clearly."

"That's better than us, so hurry up!" Li Dongzhi couldn't help but kicked the engineer on the butt.

In desperation, the engineer had no choice but to do the translation.

At this moment, Kang Muang's brain was working rapidly, greeting people in various dialects he knew, but with little effect.

Seeing an interpreter coming, he was relieved and said softly: "Just tell him that everything is easy to discuss, and just don't continue to be a monster."

How can an engineer translate such a profound statement?
His brain was also running rapidly. The Japanese language was not even a second sword, that is, when he was young, he took a bath in the bathhouse owned by the Japanese in Jinmen and memorized a few words to make jokes with the Japanese landlady.

But now so many fathers and fellow villagers are watching, they also feel that the responsibility is heavy.

Try to combine the few words you have mastered into one sentence.

"Cough-cough-"

"Hey, haha, the flower girl is dead, and the horse is killing the chicken."

Liu Banxian, who was possessed, was originally calm, but after hearing this original construction site Japanese language, he fell into complete madness in an instant.

He screamed strangely, overturned the altar, and strangled the engineer's neck fiercely.

No one present knew why the other party became so manic after translating a sentence.

(End of this chapter)