Hong Kong variety show: Beauty and Bones

Chapter 399 Zombie Taoist Priest 14

At this moment, Afan suddenly shouted, "Master, newspaper!"

As he spoke, he quickly took out a newspaper from his arms and handed it to Mao Xiaofang.

Mao Xiaofang took the newspaper and took a closer look. He saw the headline on the front page read: "Japanese war criminals on trial, Tojo Hideki sentenced to death!"

After looking at Afan with approval, Mao Xiaofang cast a spell and sent the newspaper to the captain's ghost.

The captain's ghost took the newspaper and read it carefully. When he saw the content in the newspaper, tears suddenly welled up in his eyes and his face showed an ecstatic expression. He shouted excitedly: "We really defeated the Japanese devils!"

Mao Xiaofang felt a little comforted when he saw this, and said softly: "The battle is over, and you can rest in peace now."

However, the captain's ghost seemed to suddenly realize something, and his expression turned very ugly. He widened his eyes, looked at Mao Xiaofang in disbelief, and asked, "What did you say? You said we are all dead? You are lying to me!"

At this time, the man in white who had been standing nearby interrupted and said, "Yes, the Dongjiang guerrillas were all sacrificed a year ago. You are all dead."

"He's right, you are all dead."

"Dust to dust, now that you have finished the war, you should return to your hometown!" Mao Xiaofang said seriously.

Seeing that these ghosts were moved, Mao Xiaofang took back the magic weapon that trapped them.

Just as the ghost in military uniform was about to leave, Ren Yinyin quickly said, "Wait, don't go yet!"

Seeing that everyone and the ghosts were looking at her, Ren Yinyin quickly said, "Uncle Master, have you forgotten Chen Xiaolian? Her husband is also a member of the Dongjiang Guerrillas. Maybe he's among all these ghosts!"

As she finished speaking, the oil-paper umbrella on Afan's back jumped up, opened quickly, and flew above the ghosts in military uniforms.

"National, national..."

"Where are you?"

“Why are there no citizens…”

A mournful female voice rang out, and oil-paper umbrellas floated past all the ghosts...

"No?" Afan frowned, and Chen Xiaolian was disappointed again.

The oil-paper umbrella flew back and landed in Mao Xiaofang's hands.

"Everyone, this woman's husband is Fang Guomin, and he is also a member of your Dongjiang guerrillas. I wonder if you have seen him?" Mao Xiaofang asked politely, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

"Fang Guomin?" a ghost said, "I remember him, he was from the third team!"

"Where is he now?" Mao Xiaofang asked hurriedly after receiving the news.

"The third team was our vanguard. They fell into a mine trap and were completely wiped out!" said the captain.

"Auntie, I'm sorry, I think your husband has returned to his hometown!" The captain said apologetically to the oil-paper umbrella.

Chen Xiaolian cried uncontrollably under the oil-paper umbrella...

"In that case, Captain, I won't delay you from going home!" Mao Xiaofang bowed and thanked these ghosts.

The captain saluted everyone and said, "Goodbye everyone!"

After saying that, he disappeared with his team members.

"Everyone, you can come in!" Zhong Jun peeked outside the door and was overjoyed to see that there was no ghost.

"Those wandering ghosts have all been tamed by me, Zhong Jun..." she called to the reporter next to her.

"Really?" Those reporters were not fools. They saw clearly who subdued the ghost.

All the reporters surrounded Mao Xiaofang and kept praising him, "Master, you are amazing!"

"Yes, Master, what's your name?"

"My name is Mao Xiaofang!" Mao Xiaofang said with a bow.

"Master Mao, you are really amazing."

"Hey, hey, hey, I have a share too. I helped!" Zhong Jun shouted to claim the credit, but no one paid any attention to her.

The scene was noisy and Mao Xiaofang was not used to it. He said a few words of evasion and left with his apprentices and nephews.

The reporters kept chasing him, shouting, "Master Mao, please say a few more words!"

"Yes, Master Mao, with us here, your fame will spread quickly..."

"Master Mao..."

"Master Mao, don't leave!"

Mao Xiaofang quickened his pace and finally got rid of the reporters' harassment.

Back at the hotel, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that not everyone can become Zhong Jun!" Ren Yinyin sighed.

When dealing with reporters, one needs to be thick-skinned and ruthless, and also be able to brag without leaving any trace.

"Yeah, those reporters are really good at talking!" Afan also said.

Like a machine gun, he couldn't get a word in.

The master was also sweating profusely because of those people's questions...

Ren Yinyin looked at the still trembling oil-paper umbrella, feeling a pity in her heart. "Master, Chen Xiaolian is so pitiful, can't we just look for Fang Guomin again?"

Mao Xiaofang sighed, "The captain said that the third team was wiped out. I think they really went back to their hometown. I'm afraid it will be difficult to find any trace of them."

"I guess I'm not destined to be with the people," Chen Xiaolian's voice emanated from the oil-paper umbrella. "I also want to thank you for your wholehearted efforts in helping me..."

There was despair in her words, which made people feel unbearable.

"Don't be like that," Ah Fan said, "We are Taoists, and no matter whether you are a human or a ghost, we will do our best to help you."

Seeing his apprentice like this, Mao Xiaofang nodded with some relief.

"How about this, I will help you find a cemetery as soon as possible so that you can be buried." Mao Xiaofang said to Chen Xiaolian.

The oil-paper umbrella trembled and said nothing.

Ren Yinyin sighed. Has Chen Xiaolian given up?

Alas, damn war, damn Japanese devils, they separated a loving couple during their lifetime and will never be able to see each other again after death.

……

"Master, we've been walking for a long time. Let's find a place to have a bowl of noodles?" Afan said to Mao Xiaofang, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Ren Yinyin looked at the bustling market around him. With so many delicious foods, why could they only eat noodles?

She looked ahead, and two men circling a pillar caught her eye.

The two men were disheveled and seemed to be in a state of confusion.

One person was writing with a brush, and the other was crossing out the words written by the person in front with a brush behind him.

The man in front walked around the pillar, looking confused. "Huh? Why is it gone?"

"Haha, those two are so funny!" Ren Yinyin couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh.

"They are two idiots. They know nothing and just draw everywhere every day." A passerby saw Ren Yinyin smiling at the two of them and stopped involuntarily to explain.

"Are they together?" Ren Yinyin was a little confused.

"Sometimes they are together, sometimes they are apart. After all, how can we normal people understand the thoughts of fools?" said a passerby.

"When did they appear?" Ren Yinyin observed carefully and found that one of them was tall, but a little thin. If he was normal, he would not look so ragged and pitiful.

"The one with long hair appeared a year ago. He was said to have had his brain damaged by a bomb. The one in front is called Zeng Cheng..."

"A year ago? Bombs..." Ren Yinyin pondered. A year ago, the Japanese were still...

"Junior sister, why aren't you following?" Afan turned around and saw Ren Yinyin chatting with someone, and shouted helplessly.

"Oh, here I come!" Ren Yinyin said goodbye to the passers-by and bought some steamed buns at the breakfast shop next door.

She ran over and handed it to two men writing with brushes, "Eat it, please!"

The short-haired man looked at her stupidly, "Thank you, Miss!"

The long-haired one picked up the steamed bun and gobbled it up, grinning foolishly and saying, "Delicious!"

Ren Yinyin divided the food between the two of them and said, "Don't worry, there's more!"