Otherworldly Merchant

Ma Hongjun said this in alarm, still palpitated to look out the door, only the old lady suddenly appeared in front of him.

Coincidentally, there was a night breeze that blew through the doors of the antique shops.

The Ma Red Army shook and slammed the glass in his hand.

“Don't be afraid.” I consoled him: “No ghost dares to spread wild on my land! ”

I grabbed a glass and dried up the rest of the white wine, and I stood up and said, “Like you said, I'm really stuck with something dirty. Let's go and check it out at your house. ”

“What... what?” The Ma Red Army widened her eyes with great surprise: “She is in my house. ”

“What else would I see if I wasn't here? Don't worry, it's gonna be okay.” I smiled.

Ma Hongjun saw me so confident, which made me feel a little relieved and walked out of the antique shop. But it was behind me, staring left at her eyes and looking at her, deeply afraid that the old lady would show up in any corner of the night.

I started my own sports car and headed straight to the Red Army residence.

As soon as he entered the neighborhood, Ma Red Army's legs shivered and his face grew pale: “Zhang, Master Zhang... Otherwise, I won't go in, go see for myself. ”

I glanced back at him and said, "You're the one who's looking for it. If you don't show up, she won't necessarily show up. If you're really scared, forget it, I'm not going up there, so you're staying at the train station.” After that, I turned around and left.

“Don't, don't...” the Ma Red Army begged quickly: "I'll go, can't I go? ”

Ma Hongjun followed me closely and came to his door, his hands holding the key kept shaking, busy for half a day, he couldn't even penetrate the keyhole, and the cold sweat on his forehead whistled.

I picked up the key, opened the door, and then pressed the light.

His room is very simple and elegant. There is a giant ancient mountain water painting hanging from the wall of the living room, underneath which is a huge leather sofa.

Those things on the couch quickly caught my attention.

A hint of gloom in the house is emanating from these things!

I walked over and looked at some clothes, needle boxes and stuff.

These things are old-fashioned. Looks that way, they're supposed to be from the Republic. I don't know where it's always been. These things smell like erosion.

“How do you like collecting these things?” I turned around and asked.

After entering the house, Ma Hongjun kept shaking his head to look around. He was afraid that the old lady was hiding somewhere. He didn't even look this way. As soon as I asked, I was scared off a few steps: "No, no, no, it's not mine! I, I didn't have any of these when I left... my God! ”

At this point, the chandelier on the top of his head flashed suddenly and went out without warning. Ma Hongjun shouted, turned his head and wanted to run, but his leg was already soft, and he immediately fell to the ground.

The light flashed for a moment and lit up again.

I saw Ma Red Army lying on the ground, his glasses fell out, he was struggling to grasp around, and he went forward and picked up his glasses and handed them to him, helping him up.

But the Horse Red Army with glasses suddenly stopped moving and looked straight ahead.

“You don't have to be scared, it's okay, it's supposed to be insufficient voltage, flash.” I'm comforted.

“You... you see...” He looked pale, his pupils tightened, his hands trembling out, pointing behind me.

When I saw his expression, I also noticed something was wrong. I looked in the direction of his fingers and was shocked. There was no one on the couch, and suddenly there was an old lady.

The old lady was dressed in a dark grey beveled cotton jacket with pale white hair and a neat fit. She sat on the couch with laughing tray legs and was wearing a needle lead with her sole in her hand.

The light shined on her without a shadow and her hands kept busy without making a sound.

This is a ghost!

Meanwhile, Ma Red Army suddenly stood up, his legs were not soft, his body was not shaking, and he walked directly to the old lady. Compared to that horrible look, it's like two people.

What the hell is going on?

Is this guy with the old lady? Trying to hook me up?

I was hesitating that the Ma Red Army had reached the old lady, bending over with great respect, and then squatting down to help her gently slap her on the knee. The old lady turned around and looked at him with a kind smile on her face.

If the outsiders saw it, they would have thought it was a pair of mothers and children. Mother and Son, what kind of harmony is this?

But just follow me and I'll see something's wrong!

The Ma Red Army had no expression on his face, his eyes were stuck, he didn't blink, his face was blue, and his printing house was dark.

No! This is a ghost obsession.

He is now insensitive and fascinated by ghosts. In a little while, when the sun runs out, you'll die on the spot!

I hurriedly pulled out a medium spirit and threw it over.

Bang, a black smoke drilled out of Ma Red Army's nostrils, and then fell soft as if it had been shot by an anesthesia gun.

The old lady turned her head and threw at me with an angry sole.

I flew away quickly, and the sole of the shoe was smashing against the wall, but it didn't make a sound. Instead, it gave off a black air.

I rushed to sacrifice the invisible needle and was about to fly out, but the old lady suddenly faded into black smoke and disappeared.

Ma Hongjun fell to the ground and foamed his mouth. I hurried into the kitchen and poured some salt water into the sand and poured it into him.

He threw up a huge piece of inky black water, which woke him up slowly.

As soon as Ma Hongjun regained his mind, the first reaction was to look at the couch. At first sight, the old lady had disappeared, and now the surprise added: "“ Master Zhang, have you eliminated the ghost? ”

I shook my head and said, "Not yet, let it escape! But it seems that the ghost has recognized you and will surely follow you for the rest of your life. ”

“Ah?” said Ma Red Army, sucking in the cool air in horror. "What should we do? Master Zhang... I beg you, help me!” After that, he grabbed my clothes tightly and was afraid that I would turn around and the old lady would come out again.

“Don't worry, let's find out where this ghost came from.” I lifted him from the ground, but he wouldn't sit on the couch, not even dare to stay in the living room.

I only walked him into the study.

His study was large, much larger than even the living room, with a tall bookshelf on all three walls.

There aren't many books on it, they're all wooden boxes of different sizes, and there's a thin, thick album.

As can be seen from the labels on the outside, these are the coins collected by the Ma Red Army, the five baht coins of the Han Dynasty, the Kaiyuan Tombo of the Tang Dynasty, the tickets of the Qing Dynasty, and the Golden Yuan vouchers of the Republic.

Looks like he's a senior coin collector.