Chapter 302： The wind is rising (1) (1/2)
Yangcheng, airport.
A flight from Phuket landed, and a short while later, a group of passengers went out of the station.
In the past six or seven years, Phuket successfully replaced Dongliao and Korea, becoming the most popular tourist destination around Xia Kingdom. These people are very representative, men and women, young and old, carrying homes, carrying big bags and small souvenirs, wearing a variety of amulets, full of interest, talking about news-it is the tourists who return from tourism.
And one of them is very special.
This man is stout, with dark complexion and large eyes protruding from the left side of the forehead to the left eye, covered by an oval red birthmark. The upper body is a standing collar horse gown, the lower body is a square skirt, and a large golden belt is tied around the waist.
Barefoot, stepping on a pair of wooden shoes.
In appearance alone, he looks like a poor brother in a remote mountainous area, but the momentum of his body makes people dare not approach. Especially that birthmark, like some devil symbol, stained the left eye with red blood.
”Well, this dress is so traditional!”
He had just left the airport and stopped a bit on the side of the road. He listened to someone nearby whispering and turned to look around, but a young man was curious and was taking a photo with his mobile phone.
When he saw him, the guy also greeted him in English: ”Hi friend, are you from Phuket, don't mind taking a picture?”
”...”
The man glared, angry at the behavior, and seemed to be seriously offended. He stretched out a finger, pointed at the other person, and whispered a spell in his mouth, then he listened:
”Ah, what a itch!”
”Ah, itchy! Ah!”
The dude's body yanked abruptly, twisted into a strange posture, and his hands were constantly scratching his face, neck, chest and back.
The itchiness was very strong, and the hot weather was wearing less. The more he scratched, the heavier and heavier, scratched his eyes and scratched a red mark on his skin.
The others were startled, thinking that something had happened.
”Oh, Mr. Yamin, the road is too congested. We are late, sorry, sorry!”
At this moment, several people came together quickly, and one person should hold the other's hand first, speak the Xia Mandarin first, and repeat the translation.
”Hum, this is how you treat customers?” Ya'an seemed to have a big temper, and he hummed coldly.
”I'm really sorry, there are many people in Yangcheng. There is no way.”
The man did not sincerely apologize. When he turned his head and saw the man, he asked, ”What is going on with this man?”
”He is rude to me, just a little punishment.”
”Hehe, he is also inadvertent, please don't care about it.”
”...”
Yayi looked at him. After all, he wasn't his own territory, and he didn't want to be too busy, so he waved his hand and solved the spell.
”Haha, there are a lot of adults, please on your side!”
After all, everyone took a luxury business car and slowly left the airport.
The buddy returned to normal, as if he had picked up a life, but felt the hot pain all over his body, and his arm was covered with blood. This person is called Cui Zhanbo, is a public account writer, hundreds of thousands of fans, quite famous.
He filmed Ammon, which is a professional habit. Who knew he had suffered a crime. He was also a ruthless man, so he couldn't swallow this breath, and quickly got into his car and chased the business car.
...
In ancient times, people in Phuket had only a first name and no last name.
It was not until 1912 that Emperor VI enacted the ”Last Names Act”, which gave 6,432 surnames to the people. According to their habits, the first name is the last name, so the last name of Ammon is: Amana Sinawa.
This surname is a noble family in this country, and has a great influence in the commercial and political fields. However, the ancestor was a Yangcheng man. His surname was Qiu, who moved in the late Qing Dynasty.
Ammon belongs to the side branch of the family and is also a descending master.
He was invited by an institution to come to Xia Kingdom to help get rid of ghosts. He originally planned to go directly to Beijing, but he suddenly proposed to visit his hometown.
”Where are the ghosts you want to catch?”
”Don't be in a hurry, you are running all the way, we prepared some meals and talked after we finished.”
In the restaurant of a hotel, the person in charge, the translator, two assistants, and Aya prepared to take a seat. According to our habits, usually VIPs come first, and the host accompanies them.
And just when the person in charge wanted to sit down, Amon suddenly said, ”You, go there!”
”Huh?” He didn't respond.
”You don't sit here!”
Ammon bluntly instructed, and said to the translator on the other side, ”Don't sit here, either.”
”...”
The person in charge didn't change his face, and smiled: ”Oh, understand, give up the left and right positions!”
After a toss of toss, the talents sat down securely: Aya was in the middle, and there was an empty chair on each side, and then it was quite strange.
”I don't know your taste, I'll order everything, feel free!”
Soon, the meals were served, and they were full. Yayi glanced twice, showing no interest, instead whispered a few words, then poured a cup of tea, then raised her hand and splashed to the left.
”...”
Five eyes stared at it, watching the tea splash into the air, then disappeared, and there was no trace of wetness on the ground.
Followed closely, he saw that he had a piece of meat and threw it to the right. Similarly, it disappeared somehow.
Huh!
The person in charge shuddered and asked, ”Mr. Arya, this is what you raise, you raise ...”
”Yes!”
”Oh, it really isn't a trivial matter. I heard that the average ghost teacher can only have one destiny. Mr. Power, hey, admire it!”
”Haha, it's nothing more than a trivial matter.”
This flattering was on the idea, and Aya couldn't help showing his face.
His spirit is inherently strong, and his temperament is vicious and ferocious. No matter what embarrassing little ghost is, he is obedient in his hands, and is even more famous in his country.
However, they said that while some people were eating and talking, Aya didn't talk much, most of them fed two little ghosts.
When the meal went down halfway, the person in charge suddenly rang and said a few words before hanging up. ”I'm sorry, but another guest arrived. I am missing for a moment.”
”What guest?”
”Oh, it's the head of the dark sky on Hong Kong Island. It is said to be descended from Maoshan.” The person in charge disclosed the information casually.
”Descendants of Maoshan?”
Aya frowned, her face darkened, and said, ”Why bother? Why don't you come and sit down?”
”That's great! It's such an honor to meet the two masters at the same time. I'll come and go.”
The person in charge flashed, and after a short time, he brought in a Taoist wearing a blue cloth coat. About 40 years old, with a moustache and yellow complexion, looked savvy and insidious.
He walked into the dining room, and when he saw the costume of Phuket, he whispered coldly, ”Headsaver? You also invited heads division?”
He didn't wait for the person in charge to answer, and went straight from the past, and there was Arya standing there, his eyes were glaring.
Xuankongzi came from Maoshan, and his ancestors lived on Hong Kong Island during the war and brought some traditions. The people of Hong Kong Island are superstitious. They are convinced of such things.