Otherworldly Merchant

Li Mazi and I stood embarrassed. Should we persuade each other?

I asked carefully, "Hello, do you know Liu Fuguo? ”

I asked the teenager to stop crying immediately and look up at us somehow: "Who are you two? What can I do for you? ”

He is the son of Liu Fuguo.

I said hastily, "There's something I'd like to discuss with you, so it's not convenient to talk inside? ”

Standing here talking will inevitably be eavesdropped.

The teenager shook his head: "It's inconvenient, I'll hurt you. If you need anything, just say it and go. ”

“We're here to help you.” I said, "Has something weird happened to you lately? ”

The teenager immediately got nervous: "Are you cops? ”

I shook my head with a smile: "No. ”

“Are you really here to help me? Who sent you to help me? ”

“Leave this alone.” Li Mazi threw him five hundred bucks at will: "Catch you. ”

Seeing five hundred yuan bills, the teenager was excited to touch it for half a day, and then cautiously stuck it in his pocket, excited to say: “Two brothers, wait for me, I'll bury my father and tell you more. ”

After that, the teenager lifted the body and walked towards the mountain.

And my heart is a fog.

Didn't this old man called Liu Fuguo come back from the dead? How is it still a corpse?

Why did his body show up on the doorstep and attract the villagers around?

Is this body gonna run?

I remembered being followed last night, and my back got cold for a while.

Seeing as the teenager struggled to carry the body up the hill, I knew there must be cats in it, so I offered to go up the hill with the teenager.

The teenager looked at us cold and said, "If you're not afraid of bad luck, follow me! ”

Speaking of which, he ignored us, just walked straight up the hill.

What the fuck does that mean? Bad luck? Where's the bad luck?

This has to do with the safety of Chu Chu and the old witch doctor, so I don't care what the bad luck is or follow the teenager up the mountain.

I think the teenager was hard to carry. He couldn't hold on for several times. I just wanted to carry him for a while. Although carrying the body was not a good thing, I felt sorry for him.

But the teenager tabooed us, even scolded us, and told us not to touch the body.

I had to do it.

The teenager took us up the hill and stopped at a stone grave.

What we didn't expect was that this stone grave was more complicated than any we've ever seen before, with several large stones sealed inside and outside. But the big stones were all pushed away, even the hole had a thick wrist chain, and it was pulled...

These stones are supposed to be very sturdy, right? I don't think it's going to get ripped off unless you blow it up with explosives.

Who the hell destroyed a good grave like this?

The teenager knelt down in front of the grave and cried loudly. The voice was bleak and tragic. I couldn't help but listen.

After crying enough, the teenager moved the broken stone away a little bit and dragged the coffin out of the cave.

The coffin cover was open, and on the coffin, there were obvious marks of fingernails scratching, which made me feel like... this body was crawling out of the coffin.

Although I've guessed this before, I was a little scared when I really faced it.

I took a sip of the cool air, looked at the coffin with great fear, and the stiff corpse lying on the ground, and said, "Little brother, can't you tell us the story? ”

The teenager looked up at the sky and rubbed a tear: "Wait, if you don't seal your father in, something will happen. ”

The teenager then returned the body to the coffin, covered the coffin, pushed it back in, and sealed the hole with stone.

After doing this, he stretched his lazy waist, looked at us, and said with an apology, "Sorry to keep you waiting. ”

And I was scared, and my sweat was all up!

When teenagers were doing these things, everything was captured and seemed to be familiar. It scared me to realize that it wasn't the first time he'd done something like this, and the body wasn't the first time he'd ‘run’ out.

Is that what Mr. Sichuan called "resurrected from the dead"?

You can't rest in peace when you're dead. This is supposed to be the greatest punishment for a man!

The teenager knocked on several loud heads and then pulled a smooth round bead out of his pocket and placed it in front of the stone grave, which greeted us to leave.

I got excited. That bead, it must be the "Night Pearl" in the body's mouth, right?

I thought about it, and I was going to go ahead and pick up that bead.

Who knew I had just reached out and the teenager immediately stood in front of me, angry as a beast: "What are you doing? Don't die. ”

“Nothing.” I explained in a bit of a panic: “I just want to see what this is, and I think this is the key to the problem. ”

“Don't move.” The teenager said, "Touching someone will kill you. ”

I had to retract my hand.

The bead could not see what it was made of, nor was it transparent, as if it had been carved in plain marble. Apart from the complex circle of patterns on the surface, there is nothing particularly appealing about it, not the Night Pearl of the Mercy Buddha at all.

“This bead... was found in your father's mouth?” I asked carefully.

The teenager said, "Go, get out of here, go back. ”

He looked nervous and had been racing for seconds, pushing us down the hill.

I had to leave with the teenager.

Strange, as we walked to the waist of the mountain, the surrounding air suddenly became cold, and the flying beast on the back of the mountain seemed to be irritated, cluttered, and flew away. The atmosphere is really depressing.

We ran down the hill in one breath, and the teenager was still somewhat spooked and ready to leave the village.

I said, "Why don't you go to your house? ”

“My house is not safe, and the villagers won't let me stay," the teenager said. ”

“Why don't you stay? This is your home, too.” I asked surprised.

The teenager sighed deeply and said nothing more.

At this point, one of the households opened the door. Saw the teenager still in the village, suddenly shouting: “Don't you think this broom is bad enough for us? Get out of here. ”

The teenager smiled and left sadly.

In town, the teenager took us to a small restaurant and said he was going to invite us to dinner. He ordered three bowls of beef noodles, and we both had meat in our bowls, but he didn't want it.

Looking at that sticky noodle, I really don't have an appetite.

And the teenager didn't care, and the wolf swallowed the tiger, as if he hadn't eaten for days.

Soon he ate a big bowl of noodles, and I pushed my bowl to him. He was a little embarrassed, but he ended up eating.

After the meal is full, the teenagers can't walk. He told us that he hasn't eaten in two days, and that was a bit of a breakdown.

I laughed and said, "It's okay. Let's go. Go to your place! Tell me more."

The teenager was even more embarrassed and blushed to say that he had been sleeping on the street. The villagers refused to let him live in the village, and he had no money in his hand and had to be a beggar in the street.

Why are the villagers treating a child like this?

I'm going to invite the teenager into the hotel where Li Mazi and I live.

The teenager hastily waved to disagree, saying that he was dirty, and don't get our place dirty.

I rushed to say it was okay.

The teenager's still a little worried. Aren't you afraid I'll pass the bad luck on to you?

And I laughed, "I'm just doing this kind of business. What kind of bad luck are you afraid of? ”

The teenager nodded and went back with us.

But when the teenager saw the clean and comfortable room and sat down with two beautiful girls, he blushed and stood at the door saying nothing.

Yin Xinyue saw that the teenager was very humble. Why don't you just walk up and hold the teenager's hand, rub his head and say: “What's the little guy afraid of? Go take a shower and change into your new clothes! I'll be your sister later. ”

The teenager burst into tears and turned around and ran out of the room.

I couldn't help but chase Li Mazi up.

I laughed and asked what happened to the teenager. The teenager was embarrassed to say that the two sisters were too kind to him and he was not used to it.

I'm a little speechless. What kind of life did this teenager have before? How did he get so inferior? Me and Li Mazi had to open another studio. The three of us sat together and talked.

Without outsiders, the teenager let go a little bit and told us his story.