Otherworldly Merchant

I looked at the little fat guy and said, "Hey, man, how are you...” The last dead word stuck in my throat and didn't say anything.

I thought about it, or I changed the words: “How did you lose it?” After all, ghosts are very sensitive to the word 'death'.

Fatty suddenly smoked a cigarette and swallowed it down his throat. The ghost's throat was clear and he could see the smoke spinning around his throat and throwing it out.

“Alas, crossing the street to watch the phone brush friends split the circle and got hit by a car...” Little Fatty couldn't help it.

As soon as I listened, I choked for a while.

Now there are too many low-headed clans, walking where the phone sees it, and sometimes the danger comes, all immersed in the world of mobile phones. The little fat man is sad enough.

I talked to Fatty Donrussie, from the circle of friends to Jobs, from Jobs to Haunted City. I asked him if he'd seen Jobs down there.

Fatty shook his head and said no. It laughed and said that if there was one, people in the province would probably be using Apple 8.

I asked Fatty why the chicken screamed and he didn't go back to the shadows.

The little fat man asked for another cigarette and told me it belonged to the transvestites. He could not enter the shadows and could only sleep in the grave when the sun rose.

After that, Fatty beat up a huge arrears: “Sorry, I'm so sleepy, I'm going home...”

Then it became faint, and finally faded into a white light smoke, disappearing.

I waved to Fatty, sort of saying goodbye.

Ghosts' breath time is the opposite of human breath time. Humans work during the day and rest during the night, whereas ghosts rest during the day and come out during the night.

After a night of cold wind, my head cleared up a lot, thinking there might be a big war tonight, I immediately took a taxi back to the store to prepare the materials!

When I opened the store door, Yin Xinyue was still asleep and walked around in the living room. Because I haven't slept all night, my eyes are red and it looks very painful.

“Honey, you're back at last.” As soon as Yoon Xinyue saw me back, she hurried into my arms: “Why did you come back now? I didn't answer your phone, I was worried sick..."

I rubbed Yin Xinyue's head: “The phone is dead, it shuts down automatically. ”

What else did Yin Xinyue want to ask me? I waved my hand and said I wanted to sharpen my mind, otherwise everyone would definitely die tonight.

Probably because of the burden on me, not long after kung fu, I fell into dreamland.

In my sleep, I dreamed of countless things flying in front of me. There's salt, black dog blood, red chopsticks and spiritual charms, and countless ghost faces... all of a sudden, there's a voice in my head that keeps howling: I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you.

I was frightened by the cold sweat, sat up, and couldn't help screaming.

As I sat up, I instinctively pulled out the Ghost Slasher knife by the pillow and looked around with vigilance. I found no shade, so I let go of my heart. Shit, I thought the shadow was strong enough to attack me in my sleep.

The bedroom door clicked open.

Yin Xinyue ran in anxiously: "Honey, what's wrong with you? ”

I laughed: “It's okay, I had a nightmare...”

Yin Xinyue looked at me painfully and pulled out a tissue to help me wipe the cold sweat on my forehead: "Honey, why don't we just leave it alone? We even left at night and went abroad, and I didn't believe that the ghost could find another country. ”

I shaved Yin Xinyue's nose: “Little fool, the Yin spirits are borderless, and the Yin spirits have leveraged us, wherever we go, it will find us. Besides, we can't poach consumers. ”

Yin Xinyue was amused by my words: “Consumers? Brother Guan and Brother Deng are consumers? ”

I nodded in a serious place: "Yeah, it's the consumer who pays for peace. ”

After all this fuss, my sleep was gone. I simply climbed up and took a bath. Yoon Xinyue made me a cup of ginseng tea and cooked me a bowl of egg noodles.

I was drinking ginseng tea and eating my wife's love egg noodles. I sincerely hope that if life were so peaceful and peaceful forever, it would be so good.

This idea just passed my mind, I shook my head immediately, and the impossible didn't go to think about it. The shady trader was destined to fall and fall all his life, and as soon as he stepped into this circle, he could no longer live a normal life.

Yoon Xinyue took the bag and the car keys and told me that there was no rice in the store and she was going to the supermarket to buy some rice.

I said goodbye. After Yin Xinyue went out, I felt a little weird again. I don't know if I can make it through tonight. I don't know what rice Yoon Xinyue is buying. I don't know if we have that life to eat.

Suddenly, a clear term appeared in my mind.

Gravehead rice.

I remember the T-shirt guy once told me that the rice on the head of the grave acts as an insulator and is much better than a regular sun visor. If I can find the rice in the grave, isolate the sun from everyone, and match it with the ghost slayer knife, I might be able to escape a heist tonight.

When I thought about it, I immediately called Guan and asked her to come with me to find the grave rice.

Sister Guan even promised on the phone that she would come and pick me up.

Shortly after Kung Fu, Brother Guan arrived downstairs. I counted the time and distance. My dear, she must have come at a speed of 100 miles an hour. Think about that. It's a little dangerous!

As soon as I got in, Guan turned the wheel and drove all the way to the cemetery in the suburbs.

It's been more than two months since Qing Ming Festival. July Half Ghost Festival isn't here yet. I don't know if I can find the rice. It's just that I can only try it now.

The cemetery in the Effective Zone was huge, and Guan and I divided our labor and looked for each other in one direction. I'm looking south, Miss Guan is looking north.

In the old days of society, there were often four types of objects used to worship ancestors, namely medallions, candles, paper and graveyard rice. Gravehead rice is the rice often eaten at home. It is best to fill the small bowl used by the deceased, form a hill, put it in front of the grave, and insert three columns of incense on the rice so as to show the sincerity of the later people.

However, the graveyards are now specially cleaned. Many of them are clean. Something is occasionally put away. It's just a burnt incense stove and paper. Where is the rice buried?

Looking for about a hundred graves, still nothing, I'm ready to give up. Pick up your phone and hold the last line of hope. Ask Miss Guan if she's found it.

As a result, Guan's tone on the other end of the phone was also very sad.

Alas, I sighed softly, without the rice in my grave, tonight's showdown would be much less likely. Is it my destiny to find Zhang Jiulin?

Suddenly, there was a roar in a grave next to me: "Who the fuck sighed outside and disturbed my sleep? ”

This is the sound of ghosts. I have been particularly sensitive to hearing ghost winds blowing grass within 100 meters of my strength.

I rushed to the source of the voice and said faintly, "Sorry to bother you. ”

Ghosts are petty. Although I see one like this, it's best not to cause trouble.

The voice suddenly hummed: “Listen to your voice, it's familiar! ”

I thought, "No way." Although Zhang Jiulin is famous in the shady circle, he has never made friends with ghosts.

I looked up curiously and found the photograph on the tombstone opposite, which was definitely the little fat guy who smoked with me in the park last night.

“Hey, it's you. What are you doing here?” Due to the fact that it was daytime, the little fat man couldn't get out and could only talk to me in his grave.

I think since Fatty has lived here all these years, he must know what's going on here. Which grave has a head of rice in front of it. Ask him if he knows?

Sure enough, Fatty quickly replied: “Take the fiftieth grave from my grave to the right, there is an old man's grave with a grave rice, I went there the day before yesterday to eat, and the old man scolded me. ”

I hurried to thank Fatty and found a bowl of rice under the tombstone of an old man. The rice piled into a hill with three pillars of unfurnished sandalwood.

I bowed to the tombstone in a hurry: "Old man, I'm in trouble today, I want to borrow your head for rice! If you wish, please accept the following three columns of incense. ”

When he finished, he lit the three unfurnished sandalwood columns and saw the three columns rise at the same time, floating in the direction of the tombstone. I overjoyed, indicating that the old man had agreed to my request and that he was willing to lend me his grave rice.

I took out the plastic bag and poured the rice in the grave.

After loading the rice, I said to the tombstone: "Thank you, old man. If I can survive this robbery tonight, I will be thankful for it! ”

I took the head of the grave and called Sister Guan and told her I found it. Miss Guan jumped up happily and asked if it was all right.

I didn't dare to tell her the truth, just nodded.

When I walked past Fatty's grave, Fatty called me and told me not to forget to leave a pack of cigarettes for him.

I remember this kid didn't do anything wrong and helped me find the grave. Reasonable to thank him, he placed a bag of jade creek in front of his grave and left a lighter behind.

I remember the words of the Yin Spirit, let go of them all! If the four of us are scattered, it is easy for the Yin Spirit to enter and break each other, then I will be passive.

To think of it, I called Yin Xinyue and told her to bring my usual travel bag and meet me at Guan's house.

On the phone, Yin Xinyue was silent for a long time. Finally, she sighed and said goodbye.

I know Yin Xinyue's worries, but as long as I decide, Yin Xinyue will fully support me even if I disagree. Unlike Li Mazi's ex-wife, Rusheng, besides the noise is to play with her temper.

That's what I respect about Yoon Shin Moon!