Otherworldly Merchant

“Nice!” replied the old man, "I worked with your grandfather a lot, and I did a lot of amazing things, but your grandfather didn't know how to converge, so I went downstairs early to report. I can live to this day, all by this little shack. Alas! But in my life, I'd rather die than live...”

I suddenly remembered one thing, and Grandpa left me an album of relics. One of the most photos in the album is a picture of my grandfather and a young man.

At that time, Grandpa was young. He looked cheerful. He was wearing it. He was rich at the time.

And that young man was dressed even better than Grandpa. If you look closely at the old man, the five officials have some similarities with the young man.

Either the old man in front of him, or the young man.

I can't believe it. Isn't that a big contrast?

The old man laughed. “What do you say? Don't think I look familiar. ”

And when he could ask that, he was basically gone, and this wrinkled, dirty old man, he was really the young man in the picture.

I looked at him incredibly and hadn't said a word in a long time.

“It's no big deal.” The old man looked pretty open: “Actually, my property was enough to buy ten small counties like this, but I was destined to earn my life. In this line of work, you have to be aware of this, and stop before it's too late. ”

I swallowed a sip of spit and looked at the old man: "What brings you here, old man? ”

“Easy," said the old man. “Give you a chance. ”

“What chance?” I looked at him somehow.

“My grandson is dead.” The old man's emotions finally fluctuated: "You have to help me get revenge. ”

“Revenge, your grandson.” I was surprised: “One of the two dead in the mess was your grandson? ”

“Exactly.” The old man said: “The first person to die is my grandson, he was killed alive by that shady...”

I'm still kind of incredible: “Are you kidding me? That guy's a rich second generation. With such a big, rich and expensive family, would you live in such a shitty house? ”

The old man grinned, “Boy, when did I just say that was fart? I told you, I have enough money to buy ten of these counties, and I live here just to save my life. ”

I took a sip of cool air, and it didn't look like the old man was bragging.

But what exactly is he afraid of hiding here?

I held on to my excitement, calmed myself down, and thought carefully about what the old man had said.

“Okay.” The old man sighed heavily: "My grandson's death had something to do with me. But I can't do it now. If I do, my life won't be safe, so only you can help me! ”

I asked again and again, and the old man finally told me the story.

It turned out that the rich second generation of families, relying on the old man's property, had laid the foundation in several nearby cities and were engaged in antique business.

The old man knew better than anyone that nothing had happened in this business, so he didn't let his children touch the shady trade.

However, it may be the result of intergenerational inheritance, with the grandchildren of the elderly particularly interested in pubic matter and even showing remarkable talent in this regard. He was obsessed with his grandfather's past and devoted himself to becoming a shady businessman.

The old man had no choice but to promise his grandson. And point out to him that there is a shadow in the messy graves of this county.

The old man knew that this shady thing with the burial was very fierce, so he repeatedly warned his grandson not to venture to dig, but to learn enough from him first.

But today's young people, irritable, and in search of excitement, went straight to burglary.

The next thing you know, he got into this mess, and that's why he froze to death alive.

The old man also went to the scene that day and stumbled upon the three of us.

The old man knew me. After all, the pussy circle said it was big, said it was small, poured up for generations, can be poured on the same grandmaster.

The old man can't do it, so he's willing to let us do it. That's why he followed us to the motel and left us his contact number.

I took a deep breath, and there was a bottom line in my heart: "But why not just get rid of that shady thing and bury it directly? You don't really want to get revenge for your grandson, do you? I'm sorry, I'm not good at art. I can't get revenge for this. ”

The old man grinned, “Are you ready for revenge? Even ten of you don't necessarily get that bed of gold cotton! I just want you to melt the spirits attached to the cotton quilt. Bad things have been done for the rest of my life, and I want to do something good before I die, so that I don't get laid in the oil pot by the Yin Cao province. ”

“Besides, you don't think anything's gonna happen if you bury the gold cotton? Too naive. Now that the spirits on the cotton quilt have awakened, they will certainly continue to harm people, and the second victim is a good example.” The old man explained.

I whispered, "I get it."

I asked the old man what he knew about the cotton. The more you know, the easier it is to do it.

The old man shook his head helplessly and said he didn't know much about cotton because he didn't face it. From the symptoms of the deceased, however, he felt that the cotton was most likely left behind by an ancient prostitute-woman.

Whore - woman.

Yeah, why didn't I think of that? I suddenly had the feeling that Masseton was driving.

Who hates power so much? Who thinks even a cotton quilt can't block the cold inside? Naturally prostitute-woman.

This situation is most acute, especially at the dawn of the end of the year.

In that era, the government encouraged prostitutes, but whoever was copied, their wives and daughters would all be sent to the Green House, and poor people would often sell their daughters to the Green House old man in order to exchange some food.

This led to the formation of the famous fragrant place in history: the Qin Huai River.

Qin Huai River can be said to be full of green buildings and cruise ships everywhere. It is home to almost the best prostitutes in the country - women, and the most popular kiln nest of the powerful children. It's hard to imagine how much love and hate hatred has happened in that place...

Prostitutes - women, too, are dignified and forced to live, allowing them to choose to betray their own flesh.

But their hearts are filled with love and happiness.

How many men vowed to go down the mountain and disappear halfway once they had fooled their flesh and had enough fun.

When the heart is cut like a knife, those naive prostitutes can only look at a bed of gold silk cotton that once overturned the rain with a lover and wash their faces with tears...

Then wipe your tears dry and go back to bed with the next man.

It can be said that their love, their hatred, all came together on that cotton quilt.

This kind of cotton duvet doesn't turn into a pussy!

The old man looked at me a little surprised: "Boy, you're not worried about those whores? ”

I was a little embarrassed when the old man told me about the center, and I even waved my hand and said, "No, no. Senior, why don't you tell me what your plan is? ”