Zhang San, please behave yourself!
Chapter 71 - 71 71 The Way Song Dingbo Made His Fortune

71: Chapter 71: The Way Song Dingbo Made His Fortune 71: Chapter 71: The Way Song Dingbo Made His Fortune After a hearty and spirited fight, Zhang San sat on the ground and looked at Zhao Siyang, whose tired expression was filled with pride.

“How could you possibly have so much Qi?

Are you sure you’re not cheating?”

“Yeah!

What can I do if I have a lot of Qi!”

Zhang San clenched his teeth and continued to ask, “Did you also increase your realm?

I feel like your aura has changed, you definitely improved your realm in secret, right?”

Zhao Siyang denied it.

However, from the expression on Third Miss Gan’s face nearby, Zhang San could tell that Zhao Siyang had indeed secretly advanced his realm.

Although he didn’t know how to observe others’ realms, Third Miss Gan surely did.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have that sneaky smile just now.

Zhang San couldn’t be bothered to argue with Zhao Siyang about it.

After all, since he had been with Zhao Siyang, his cultivation speed had soared incredibly fast on this journey.

If it weren’t for the fact that he already had the Golden Finger of the Sun Golden Hand, Zhang San would suspect that Zhao Siyang was his real Golden Finger.

Zhang San took out the water pouch he carried with him and gulped down several mouthfuls.

Zhao Siyang was also feeling thirsty and walked over, reaching out his hand.

“Shameless, who’s going to give you a drink?”

As he spoke, Zhang San hid his water pouch away.

Third Miss Gan immediately ran over and handed her water pouch to Zhao Siyang.

Zhao Siyang drank proudly from it, then glanced at the two people who were getting up from the ground.

“My head hurts!”

“What the heck happened just now?

I can’t seem to remember clearly.”

Zhang San immediately told them.

“You were just possessed by a ghost, luckily I took action and you two are safe.”

Wang Dada had a fuzzy memory and touched his body, as if trying to recall something, it seemed like before, Song Dingbo was possessed, and then Zhang San called him over.

Could he have been possessed too?

Zhao Siyang looked confused on the side.

This Zhang San, truly shameless!

But since we’re friends, I’m not going to expose him.

Yeah, right, I’m definitely doing it for the sake of my friend’s dignity, not for my own.

However, Song Dingbo realized something wasn’t quite right and exclaimed, “Wait, wasn’t it you guys who brought the ghosts onto us?”

Now, Zhao Siyang was embarrassed.

Facing Song Dingbo’s accusation, he didn’t know how to explain for a moment.

But Zhang San just shook his head innocently.

“I’m not a Taoist, how would I know anything about catching ghosts?”

After saying that, Zhang San glanced at Zhao Siyang and reminded him seriously, “A person must always protect their own rights!

Even if your rights haven’t been infringed upon, you can still stand up for them!

Curse him out!”

Song Dingbo immediately questioned, “Little Taoist, was it you?

Speak up!”

Zhao Siyang had no choice but to admit it.

“Just now…

I was there for just a moment!

Only a brief moment!”

“What do you mean ‘only a brief moment’?

Being possessed for a brief moment is still possession!

I…

I…”

Song Dingbo wanted to scold Zhao Siyang, but although the swear words were on the tip of his tongue, he held back.

“Forget it, it’s a waste to curse at you with my saliva!

I’m warning you, when I’m catching ghosts to make a fortune later, you better not snatch them away.

You must keep your mouth shut, you got that?”

Zhao Siyang nodded helplessly.

After all, since they had all left Shehong Stockade and going back would remind Wang Dada of painful memories, they continued on their way.

Sure enough, they soon heard the sounds of river water tinkling nearby.

The group walked a little further, but Song Dingbo asked everyone to wait a moment.

A short while later, two more people came walking from a distance.

Zhang San asked in a low voice, “Are these two your friends?”

“No, they’re ghosts, don’t say anything later, just follow my lead.”

Speaking of which, Song Dingbo, accompanied by a few people, walked towards the two ghosts and even greeted them warmly upon meeting them.

“You want to cross the river?

What a coincidence, so do we, let’s go together.”

The two ghosts didn’t feel like outsiders and started chatting with Song Dingbo in a casual manner.

Zhang San looked at the brook and figured he should be able to jump in and escape.

Might as well give it a try.

Thus, as they neared the riverbank, Zhang San took a leap and, with a splash, jumped into the brook.

Then…

He lay in the water with his butt still sticking out of it.

Zhang San wanted to curse.

Is this what you call a brook?

My washbasin at home is deeper when filled with water!

The two ghosts beside him were shocked and asked, “Why does that ghost make such a big commotion entering the water?”

Song Dingbo immediately smoothed things over, saying cheerfully, “We’re new ghosts and still not quite accustomed to our current state.”

With that, everyone crossed the brook together.

Having failed to escape, Zhang San could only stand up, touching his wet clothes while watching Zhao Siyang struggle to hold back laughter.

Grandma’s legs, when I elevate my realm, I’ll beat you up sooner or later!

When they reached the middle of the brook, the water barely reached their knees.

Song Dingbo made a gesture to Wang Dada, who approached one of the ghosts while Song Dingbo stood beside the other.

“Brother, we’re all new ghosts here, so we’re not sure about any taboos we might have.”

The two ghosts laughed heartily.

“The thing we ghosts taboo the most is being spat on.

As long as we’re not spat on, we’re fine.”

Song Dingbo and Wang Dada both gave a long “Oh,” pretending to have an epiphany.

Then, without saying another word, they started working up saliva in their mouths.

As soon as everyone barely got ashore, Song Dingbo grabbed the hand of the ghost beside him.

And Wang Dada grabbed the hand of the other ghost.

Before the two ghosts could turn around and ask, they were hit with two big spit attacks, catching them off-guard.

What was more horrifying was that the spit attacks from the two men came with bonuses.

After a furious barrage, both ghosts turned into sheep.

Song Dingbo took out ropes he’d prepared in advance, tossed one to Wang Dada, and said with a smug look, “I’m relying on this to make my fortune.”

“See?

They’re sheep here, but at the market tomorrow morning, that’s fifteen hundred yuan!”

Zhang San found this quite amusing—never would he have imagined ghosts feared saliva.

How come this wasn’t mentioned in the Ghost Summoning Method?

Zhang San turned to look and saw that Zhao Siyang also wore a puzzled expression.

Clearly, this spit-catching ghost technique truly existed, yet it was bizarre indeed.

The five men, carrying two bound sheep, quickly arrived at a dilapidated little house.

Everyone was tired, so they rested in the small house for a while.

After lying down, Third Miss Gan softly asked Zhao Siyang, “Aren’t you worried about Zhang San running away again?”

“Invoking the power of ghosts and gods into the body is very risky, and he has exhausted all his Qi, so he can’t run away.”

Third Miss Gan noticed that Zhang San indeed was rubbing his right arm, evidently affected by some negative impact.

So, everyone lay down, planning to rest for a while.

Yet Third Miss Gan faintly sensed a strange fluctuation and turned to look, unable to suppress a smile.

Although Zhang San still lay there, upon Observation Skill inspection, it was clear that it was actually a log lying there.

Using the Technique, Grasses and Trees into Soldiers, he turned a log into his likeness, then switched places with it using the Technique, replacement.

How clever of Zhang San.

Looking at Zhao Siyang, he really had fallen asleep.

These two, one with powerful strength but not very clever,

One with limited abilities but a nimble mind.

Just wondering, in this game of chess, can you really survive until the end?

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