As soon as this was said, everyone was stunned and wanted to refute it, but heard Mo Qingyue say: "Don't worry, it won't dry up."

"Wu Zhu is so amazing, you can chew ghost bones."

Mo Qingyue was stunned for a moment. Isn’t the ghost in his impression Apiao?

"Apiao still has bones? Is it white too? Does it look the same as a human? I am really curious and feel like I want to dissect it." His eyes widened, Duan Wang swallowed and said, "Are you afraid of this thing?"

"I definitely want to understand the organizational structure of such a ghost. It is best to take a look, dissect it manually, and feel the way you take the knife."

He turned to Wu Zhu, "Everyone said you can chew ghost bones, let him go and let her chew one and I see."

Several yamen runners timidly to pray to the witch, but when she saw that her deeds were not scared at all, she let out a cold look, "Look at what this is."

I saw a blue flame popping out of her palm. Is this a ghost fire?

Many villagers hurriedly knelt down and kowtow when they saw this.

Mo Qingyue walked to her side, and Guard Ling pulled a hand, "Miss, can she know witchcraft, or......"

I grabbed Wu Zhu's hand and there was indeed some powder on my hand, but I didn't expect that such a cold day would ignite her.

"Give me a warmer from my uncle." He pointed at Xiao Nanfeng holding something in his hand. Xiao Nanfeng handed it on, feeling a warmth in his hand.

"Police Guard Ling please bring a basin of water. It's best to be hot, so it won't be very hot."

Mo Qingyue’s instructions made people confused, “Little girl, what trick do you want to play.”

Holding the stove tightly in his hand, he looked at Wu Zhuzhi and shook his head, "Is the ghost fire in his hand considered witchcraft? Then I will have much more than you."

Guard Ling brought a basin of hot water and reached out to test the water temperature, which was almost the same.

He walked to Wu Zhu again and gently stroked her palm with his little fingernail.

"Little girl, what are you going to do? You are slandering miracles. God will punish you." Wu Zhu was furious and wanted to push Mo Qingyue away, but was blocked by Guard Ling.

"Punish me? Didn't you just say that the sky thunder struck me? Where is the sky thunder?" After saying that, he walked back to the side of the warm water, put his hand into the warm water, and snapped his fingers, and saw a ghost fire stretching out from the water.

He quietly picked up the ghost fire, "Do I think I can do witchcraft?"

The villagers were even more surprised to see this and kept kowtowing, "Miracles, miracles, I didn't expect this little girl to do it, she is really a god."

"Bless, the gods come down to the earth."

"The ghost fire rising from the water is really a miracle."

Wu Zhu gritted his teeth when he saw this and could hear the creaking sound.

"This is not a miracle, but there is some white phosphorus on your hands." Walking to King Duan, he smiled and said, "Prince, if you ask you something, you often see those corpses, or ghost fires near the cemetery, right?"

"Indeed, sometimes when you go to the scene, you will see ghost fires rising... It's the most in summer."

"This is the reason. When the corpse rots, white phosphorus will be produced. The ignition point of white phosphorus is extremely low. If the weather is hot, it will spontaneously ignite. If it is spontaneously ignited, it will spontaneously become ghost fire." He reached out to show everyone the powder on her hand, "These are scraped off from Wu Zhu's hands, which is white phosphorus. Those who go to the game can take it back and play to see if there is ghost fire."

The villagers found it incredible, but they didn't dare to reach out to touch it.

There was a little boy who found it interesting, so he clenched a little, and learned from Mo Qingyue's appearance, snapped his fingers, and could see a trace of blue, but the fire did not rise.

"The weather is so cold, your hands are cold and you can't get up. I took the stove, and my hands are hot. No matter how low her ignition point is, it is impossible to burn under zero." He pointed to Wu Zhu, "You guys can try it, and her hands must be warm."

Seeing this, the yamen runner reached out to grab Wu Zhu's hand. Wu Zhu struggled desperately, "How can you mortals touch me? Let go of me."

"Oh, do you still want to be like a god? How dare you ask Gui Geng this year?"

"I'm 400 years old this year." Mo Qingyue looked at her with this proud look, and she was full of distrust. "Oh, what year was that 398 years ago?"

Wu Zhu was stunned for a moment and wanted to calculate, but his mind was completely stuck. He stammered: "I was only two years old at that time, so how could I remember it."

"Oh, 355 years ago, you were 45 years old at this time. Don't say you didn't remember anything. By the way, tell me what zodiac sign it is, right? I'm not that kind of person who is forced to do it. I will definitely give you a chance to recall it. If I count to ten, you can't remember it, and you will know what the result is."

"one"

"two"

"three"

.........

"Nine, nine, don't know yet? Do you know which year it is not."

Wu Zhu was anxious to calculate, but when he saw Mo Qing urge her, he was even more anxious and sweating profusely.

"Ten, don't worry, you can continue."

Without making things difficult for Wu Zhu, everyone around was surprised. After about a cup of tea, Mo Qingyue spoke: "Have you given enough time?"

"Do you know? You don't know the correct answer."

"Not to mention that we have a perpetual calendar, I naturally have my algorithm. I will give me paper and pen. I will write down the answer, compare it with you, and then pair it with the perpetual calendar. Is it unclear who is right and who is wrong?" Xiao Nanfeng took the pen and pen.

Written clearly: Bingwu Year of the Horse

Fold the paper in two, look at Wu Zhu with his eyes, "Write it."

Wu Zhu had no choice but to write one at will.

The villagers moved in the perpetual calendar, and Prince Duan went to check it himself. After looking through it for a long time, he opened the page and said loudly: "In the year of Bingwu, horse."

When he opened the note of the two people, Mo Qingyue's Bingwu Year of the Horse was completely correct. When he was about to open the note of Wu Zhu, Wu Zhu rushed up and wanted to grab the note. Guard Ling blocked Mo Qingyue and raised it and kicked it.

I saw her rolling down, with blood on the corner of her mouth, "You, you bunch of scoundrels."

"Open it."

The note says crookedly: Gengchen year, dragon

"You're so bad, right?"

Everyone else frowned and looked at Mo Qingyue, "Qingyue, how do you know which year is which year, and you know the zodiac sign more."

"Uncle, this is not very difficult, just calculate it." After spreading his hands, he thought it was a very simple thing. "Is it 60 years for a Jiazi? Is it 5 years for 355 years apart? "

Xiao Nanfeng calculated and nodded, "This year is the Year of the Ox. Isn't it going to be pushed out for 6 Jiazi and another 5 years? Isn't it really difficult? The only difficult thing is probably to memorize all the years of Jiazi?" When she was carrying the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, she almost vomited herself. Fortunately... I still remember it.

When Duan Wang heard this conclusion, he really couldn't even close his mouth. Isn't this the legendary calculation technique? "Qingyue, can you still know how to calculate?"
Chapter completed!