Otherworldly Merchant

Much of what the shady circle does is dead people's business. Long periods of time inevitably trigger unclean things, or unwittingly damage their own blessings and virtues.

So there is an unwritten rule in our line of business to go out on a regular basis and do good deeds. Don't do anything on the way to goodness, and be humble and patient in everything you encounter, so you can get rid of bad luck completely!

This is the rule my grandfather has adhered to for the rest of his life, and in my generation, he will not break the rule, so just after the year, I proposed that Li Mazi join me in good fortune.

But he was too lazy and immediately lost interest when he heard that he was poor and refused me on the grounds that Snow was about to have a baby.

I didn't ask for it anymore. After greeting Yin Xinyue, I left the house alone and chose a remote rural road.

Because in the early spring, there was not much crop work to do in the fields, and farmers had very little to do, and they liked to get together and play mahjong. This was true all the way from Hubei to Hebei, and on several occasions I was invited by the countrymen to rub a few handfuls on the table, but my luck was terrible.

For almost half a month, I have been painting peace charms for villagers along the way, giving some subsistence allowances to the lonely elderly. Except for these, I have not really encountered any trouble, and I have arrived in Puyang City without realizing it.

Puyang further north is the handkerchief, because the last time I just finished handling Cao Cao's affairs near the handkerchief, I felt particularly depressed when I went there, and stopped at Puyang.

Every time Grandpa went out before life, it was ten days and a half months, roughly counting that I should have completed this task, so I was going to take a night off and call home tomorrow.

But what never occurred to me was that something happened this last night!

Because it was the last night, I was too lazy to go to the lodging, and I opened a room in a tiny little hotel.

The boss was an old lady in her sixties, and she split the room and took me upstairs with a pot of hot water.

Instead of leaving immediately after putting the water down, she spoke to me in a pure Henan language, and through the conversation I learned that she was a widow and that the house was left for her husband to marry her son.

Later, her son bought a house outside, rarely went home, and her husband died. The old lady transformed the house into a small hotel and lived a long life.

I admired the diligent old man after listening, so I opened the box and talked to her.

When she heard that I was a shady businessman, her eyes lit up and she looked hesitant, but eventually she told me to rest early and then she went downstairs.

Looking at her like this, I knew she was in trouble, and she was in big trouble, otherwise the old man wouldn't be so upset.

If she refuses to say, I can't ask too many questions, but I can't fall asleep upside down in bed, I always feel that it is good to come out and be good, otherwise it cannot be counted as success.

I slipped down the stairs, explained my intentions, and then asked the old lady what kind of trouble was going on?

The old lady said slowly after a moment of silence: "Boy, you come with me. ”

When she finished, she walked back to the hotel, and I quickly followed her, and found a small courtyard behind the hotel with lots of clutter. Once again, it's a dilapidated bungalow, full of straw on the roof, which I think is where the old lady used to live.

As soon as I approached the bungalow, I smelled a hint of sandalwood, and when the old lady pushed the door open, the smell became more intense and even a little stingy.

I couldn't help but pinch my nose and ask the old lady why the smell of sandalwood was so heavy in the house. Although this thing is evil and insect-proof, if it is too dense, it is harmful to the body. Don't the old lady know that?

“There's no way...”

The old lady shook her head helplessly and invited me into the house, which is when I discovered that the Eight Immortals table in the house was made of sandalwood and was the most precious sandalwood in sandalwood!

Sandalwood, also known as Green Dragon Wood, is an excellent evil repellent and can bring good luck to people. When feuding society, noble officials will handle the jewelry or furniture made of sandalwood.

During the Ming Dynasty, the domestic sandalwood was almost cut off, and the court sent people to buy it in the countries of the Southern Ocean, which shows the precious sandalwood!

I didn't think the old lady seemed to have this baby hidden in her house. I hurried up and touched it, making sure it was real sandalwood. The incense stove on the table was then found, and the bowl chopsticks were all made of sandalwood.

Behind the incense furnace was a bronze box, which was also the only non-sandalwood carved item on the table. I subconsciously reached out to touch it. I didn't expect the old lady to hold my hand and say with a look of fear: "Son, this box is untouchable. ”

“Is the problem on this box?” I whispered.

The old lady nodded heavily and stuck it in my ear, asking carefully if I saw anything?

Seeing her so cautiously, my nerves were nervous, and I turned my head and carefully weighed the box.

I noticed that several places on the box had cracked open small mouths and revealed a light red color inside, so I realized that it was also a wooden box, only a layer of copper paint was painted outside.

It's precisely because of this layer of copper paint that I can't tell the age of this box. And the old lady didn't give me any warning, so I had to look in through those little cracks.

After half a day, I still didn't see anything strange, and now I put my suspicious eyes on the old lady.

“In that case, let me show you!” The old woman hesitated for a long time to say.

She then removed the incense oven from the table and slowly pulled me back to the door, with a gloomy face.

I was just wondering what she was doing. The Eight Immortals table in front of him suddenly shook up, his eyes fixed, and he looked at the copper leather box as if it were alive, beating violently on the table.

Every time you jump, a red mist will appear in the crack of the box. Instead of dispersing the mist, the more you gather, the more you cover the entire Eight Immortals table.

Although I don't know exactly what's in the box, it's definitely not easy to hold sandalwood down. I can't help but retreat nervously and stare at the red mist without blinking and want to see what it's doing.

Unexpectedly, the black fog had no intention of attacking us. After completely covering the Eight Immortals table, there was no movement. After about 10 minutes, the red fog slowly dissipated. When it completely disappeared, there was a terrible cry in the box.

The cry came quickly and quickly, but instantly calm was restored in front of me, as if nothing had happened.

“Ma'am, what the hell is going on? ”

I looked at the old lady with a mist and asked, because she was very calm in the face of the mist. Obviously, it was not the first time the mist had appeared and had not harmed her for so many years.

But why was the old lady so nervous? I think there must be something else.

The old lady looked at me, looked at the box again, and eventually put the incense stove back at the Eight Immortals table, piously lit three incenses, and then took me out of the bungalow.

After returning to the hotel, the old lady sat down, her eyes turned red and she swallowed: “To tell you the truth, my old man was killed by that thing...”

I frowned and waited for the old lady's mood to stabilize before asking the question, “Ma'am, can you tell me what happened? ”

“Okay, I'll tell you. ”

The old lady wiped her tears and said, "She made me listen only to ghost stories. Forget it."

Looks like she thinks I can't take that thing down, and I nod my head and say nothing, but listen carefully!