Otherworldly Merchant

I was thinking, slowly as the queue moved forward.

There are only three or four left.

Click, click...

The middle-aged woman held a spoon of rice in the remaining stainless steel pan and scratched it for a few moments. Then she didn't go back and shouted, "Father, bring the rice! ”

“Okay!” As I greeted him, I walked out of the store alone.

The man was not tall, he was dry and skinny, he was dressed in a shampoo of white sweatshirt, he was covered in a large apron filled with oil, and he held a large pot with two big hands.

This should be rice that has just been sautéed, and there is constant heat in the pan.

He dropped the pot and picked up the empty pot handed over by his wife. He was about to turn around and go to the kitchen, but suddenly he found something. He looked out and looked straight at me.

“What are you still standing there for? Go ahead and keep firing. There are so many people waiting.” His wife saw him stunned and scolded dissatisfied.

“Oh, oh.” He nodded and retracted his gaze.

But I just took two steps, and I was extremely uncomfortable turning back and looking at me.

With so many people outside the door, how could he have just noticed me? Did he notice something?

“How many do you want?” I was stunned, and a few of the people in the front had sold out, and the guy in charge of collecting the money looked up and asked me.

“One.” I said pay up.

“Eat here, or take away? ”

“Take it away.” If you eat here, you can stay and observe more, but you know that this meal is wrong. Naturally, you can't get down. If you don't eat here, you will definitely cause suspicion.

The young man took the money and handed me a box of rice in a plastic bag.

I walked out of the restaurant with nothing to do and drove straight back to the antique shop.

The first time I went back to the antique store, I poured the rice down, grabbed a handful of sand, mixed it with some glutinous rice and sprinkled it on the rice together.

A whiff of rice soaked up a white cigarette!

The smoke was extremely intense and accompanied by a smell that was like a rotten corpse, and the rice immediately turned dark.

Seeing this scene, I had to take a sip of cool air.

This is a bowl of ghost rice!

According to Chinese rules, but when a mortal dies, he must always serve a bowl of rice before the Spirit.

This bowl of rice is called: turning back rice, or graveyard rice - is the last bowl of sun rice that ghosts eat, so powerful they rush to Yellow Springs Road.

Once the ghost has eaten, this bowl of rice becomes a ghost.

The so-called human ghosts do not compete. If a living person swallows the ghost rice, it will cause Yin Qi to enter the body. If it is light, it will not be picked, and if it is heavy, it will become very ill. If someone who is physically weak or undernourished eats it, he or she may also die.

I just verified it with the most sunny jusha and glutinous rice, and it's really a bowl of ghost rice.

But I also saw with my own eyes that there is still a lot of old men in the queue to buy dinner. According to theory, these people will inevitably be unable to sleep after eating the ghost meal, but they prefer the spirit to be especially good, and the meal is especially large.

Besides, a ghost meal can't be addictive. What did the owner add to it to make customers so in love?

When I couldn't figure it out, the phone rang.

As soon as I got through, Chung Xiao Fat's voice came from the other end of the phone: “Master Zhang, I'm sure you've noticed something wrong? ”

I was just about to answer, but my heart suddenly moved. How did he know I was going to that restaurant?

“You spying on me?” I asked coldly.

“No, no, no, Master Zhang, don't get me wrong. I was in a hurry to see if you acted. As usual, Zhao Wangcai should go to that dead end again tonight. Would you be interested in following me? ”

I paused, “Well, come pick me up at night.” After that, I hung up.

At the same moment I hung up, I suddenly figured out what Chung meant.

The restaurant was sneaky and weird, and I was a dealer specializing in selling pussy. He suspected that Zhao Wangcai bought it from me. So he didn't trust me completely from the beginning, which is why he stared at me secretly to see if I was with Zhao Wangcai.

This little chubby clock looks hazy and has a lot of heart.

But I'm too lazy to compare it to him. The point is to find out what the secret is in that egg fried rice!

I haven't slept last night, I've been tossing around again, and now I have to get some sleep.

When I woke up it was dark, I just washed up, ate something, and Chung Xiaofat knocked on the door.

Chung Xiaofat drives a very dilapidated van full of sludge and one of the lights is still broken.

I leaned on the co-pilot's seat, and I laughed coldly: "Boss Zhong is a big businessman, isn't that too thin? ”

Chung Xiaofat immediately understood what I was saying. "I have to keep an eye on him, too. If I always followed him in a car, he might have found out. I had to change the car every time I followed him, except for the first time I followed him a little tighter, and the next two times I waited for him there, he would show up there anyway, but... I just haven't figured out how he disappeared so far. ”

“This time you drive straight to the door of his shop, and we'll follow him all the way.” I command.

“Okay." Chung Xiaofat responded, masterfully steering the steering wheel and headed east.

In the eastern part of the city, it was very lively during the day, but in the evening it was dark, and I couldn't even see a person on the street.

At this moment, the fried restaurant has been closed, and the rusty rolling gate is locked to death. Except for a few wandering wild dogs in front of the door, there is no movement at all.

Zhong Xiaofat turned off the lights and looked down at the night gauge and said: "Wait, it's almost there! He goes out every seven days, and the last time it rained, he didn't miss a thing. ”

Seven days. Why seven days?

Yin Ghost Rice...

By the way, seven days after the death of the deceased, it was precisely in the time of his soul that he added something to the meal, which must have something to do with it.

I just don't know. Why would he go to that dead end?