The Beauties Help Me Become the No.1 Official-Chapter 1193

Chapter 1193: Chapter 1193
In the smoke-filled room, the sound of drums echoed continuously.
Next to Sun Xiaohu, there was a heated table with a shrine on it.
In front of the shrine, various meats and poultry were offered as tributes.
On the incense burner, three cheap sticks of sandalwood incense were slowly emitting smoke.
"What’s going on here?"
Shen Shiyao, having never seen such a setup, curiously asked.
"It’s a spirit dance."
Lin Yifan’s gaze fell on the floor of the room.
An elderly woman in her sixties, with white hair and wearing colorful striped cloth, was dancing around the room, gesticulating wildly.
She muttered continuously under her breath.
"Sun sets on the West Mountain, darkening the sky. Every household bolts their doors, travelers hurry to the inns, the birds flee to the mountains, the tigers return to the hills. Birds find their perch, tigers find peace, with seven-star glazed tiles overhead, stepping on eight-sided gold bricks. With feet on the ground and head upright, take big strides to walk around in circles..."
She was the main deity of this ritual.
Beside her, a man in his fifties.
He held a drum in his left hand and a sheep’s hoof in his right.
He was considered a secondary spirit, responsible for assisting.
It was Shen Shiyao’s first time seeing such a scene.
Grabbing Lin Yifan’s arm, she didn’t dare to speak.
The two sang and danced joyfully, while Sun Xiaohu’s parents knelt on the ground in devotion, constantly burning paper in a brazier.
From time to time, they clasped their hands together, continuously praying.
"Enough! Stop it! If you keep dancing, someone’s going to die!"
Seeing this, Lin Yifan’s heart burned like fire.
Taking a step forward, he kicked the brazier over, glaring angrily at the two in the room.
Old Mrs. Wu shuddered in fright, instantly speechless.
But it was that drum-holding Old Li who angrily shouted.
"Lin Yifan... what are you doing... this is disrespectful to the celestial beings, a major taboo!"
"Old Li, if my father didn’t kill you back then, and now you come here to deceive people again, he has acute appendicitis and needs immediate surgery. If you delay any longer, it will be fatal. Can you take responsibility then?"
Lin Yifan glared viciously at Old Li.
Back then, he pretended to be a god and ghost and was beaten by my father.
Unexpectedly, he’s back now to repeat his tricks.
"You little brat, what do you know? He clearly offended the celestial beings, and now the celestial beings are claiming his life. We’re negotiating, and you came here to disrupt it. If you anger the celestial beings and they take the soul away, that’s going to kill someone. Can you take that responsibility?"
Old Li, not feeling guilty, defiantly shouted with his neck stiffened.
"Oh, Lin Yifan, stop causing trouble here!"
"My son is on the brink of death, please apologize to the celestial beings!"
Sun Xiaohu’s parents, hearing this, hurriedly knelt on the ground, constantly kowtowing and pleading.
"You’re just engaging in feudal superstition here, what nonsense celestial beings. If you have the ability, call them out and let me see."
Lin Yifan snorted, staring at Old Li.
"You... don’t think that just because you drank some Western ink, you know everything. Okay, you want to see, right? Then today I’ll show you my skills."
Old Li smiled triumphantly, stepping forward to the shrine.
He casually took a sheet of paper from a stack, showing it to the crowd, blank.
The surrounding people had already raised their phones to record.
"Come, watch closely."
Old Li reached out, took a cup of tea from the nearby table, sipped it, then sprayed it on the yellow paper.
Gradually, as the yellow paper got wet, a snake’s shadow appeared vividly on it.
"It’s manifested... the great deity has manifested, indeed it’s a snake!"
"I saw it, indeed there’s a snake, this time it’s a disaster."
"A miracle, indeed Old Iron Crutch Li does have some skills."
Villagers raised their phones, praising and talking.
"This is just a cheap trick. Just now I was almost finished negotiating with it, but you disturbed and ruined it, now it wants to take Sun Xiaohu’s soul. I have no choice but to break off the talks. Kid, aren’t you a college student? Then stand aside. Today, I’ll show you what it means to capture ghosts and slay demons."
Being praised, Old Li immediately became excited.
He pursed his lips, combed his Mediterranean hairstyle, and stepped forward.
From the table, he grabbed a wooden sword.
He casually took another blank piece of yellow paper and placed it in front of the shrine.
"Left hand holds the Wenwang Drum, right hand holds the Two Wolf Gods’ bamboo whip. The Wenwang Drum has a donkey-hide cover, inside tied with three horizontal and four vertical threads, four facing north, four facing south, these four face north to settle the world..."
Muttering continuously, Old Li used the wooden sword to chop directly on the yellow paper.
In an instant, a bloodstain appeared on the previously clean yellow paper.
"Blood! Blood!"
"Yellow paper sees blood, the Snake Demon is slain..."
"Old Li is formidable, really skilled. Did you see, the yellow paper bled, it’s a miracle!"
At the door, the villagers, one by one, marveled and raised their phones.
This was something they witnessed firsthand.
"Lin Yifan, did you see my skills? You people who drank Western ink don’t know the sky from the ground. Back then, I didn’t want to stoop to your father’s level, but you really thought I didn’t have the ability to subdue demons and banish sprites. If not for me today, Sun Xiaohu wouldn’t last more than an hour."
However, Old Li, pale-faced, took a step back, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
Feigning exhaustion, he pulled a chair over and sat on it.
He crossed his legs, exceedingly smug.
"Does he really have the ability to subdue demons and banish sprites?"
Shen Shiyao was at a loss for what to do, only able to look at Lin Yifan with wide eyes.
Even though she didn’t believe in ghosts and spirits, the evidence was in front of her eyes, she had to believe.
Lin Yifan suddenly smiled with a devilish charm.
"Old Li, do you think only you can subdue demons and banish sprites? Watch closely, I can too!"
More miraculous than divine powers.
He’s seen right through these cheap tricks.
"What are you doing?!"
Seeing Lin Yifan heading straight for the shrine, Old Li quickly stood up to stop him.
"Why, can only you pretend to be gods and ghosts, can’t I do some demon-slaying too?"
Lin Yifan snorted, moving a step faster, grabbing those yellow papers from the table.
After sniffing them by his nose, he casually pulled out two sheets and handed them to the side to Shen Shiyao.
"Take it, I’ll also make this demon show its form!"
Lin Yifan grabbed a thermos, took a sip, and sprayed it onto the yellow papers in Shen Shiyao’s hands.
Old Li tried to stop but was too late.
"It appeared... it’s a fox..."
"The one on the left is... a yellow weasel..."
"How many demons are there in this house?"
"When did Lin Yifan also learn spirit dancing?"
The villagers pointed their phones at those two sheets of yellow paper.
Filled with doubt, they looked at Lin Yifan.
"I don’t know how to dance with spirits, there’s no demon or evil spirit in this room, just two scoundrels up to no good."
Lin Yifan took the two sheets of yellow paper from Shen Shiyao’s hands, coldly smiling as he handed them to the villagers.
Everything was just a deceptive trick.