Otherworldly Merchant

With such curiosity, I continued to peek.

Just listening to the rat male thief sneak up on Uncle Chen's ear and whisper: “I found what you said after digging in the middle of the night, following your old instructions. But I guess you're wrong, I didn't dig up any coffins, but I dug up a rotten cotton blanket with a woman's body wrapped around it, and I pulled this demon pestle stuck in her head as you instructed..."

Uncle Chen, who had widened his eyes, suddenly whimpered and cried. He raised his hand with effort and seemed to want to hold the bloodstained demon pestle in his hand.

I couldn't help but frown.

The demon pestle belongs to the holy relic of Buddhism. It is a weapon used by Buddha to surrender the demon king. It is called to have the function of suppressing all ghosts.

But listening to the rat man, he actually took this and demon pestle from the spiritual lid of the female corpse, which means that the role of demon pestle is no longer to demonize, but to seal the soul, the walking predecessors call this demon pestle: spider nail!

It is to see the demon pestle as a nail, nailed from the heavenly lid of the dead. As long as there is the suppression of the spiritual nail, the soul of the corpse will never be able to survive. It can only be trapped in the burial place for generations, unable to move.

What was the relationship between the deceased and Uncle Chan? Why did Uncle Chen hire someone to pull out this spiritual nail? Who is the soul he wants to release?

With so many questions, I held my breath and continued listening.

Although Uncle Chen tried hard to hold his soul nail in his hand, the rat man smiled and moved his hand away, not slowly reminding him: “Sir, I have done what you told me. What was the deal? ”

Uncle Chen immediately pointed to his own body.

The rat man nodded and reached out his hand to Uncle Chen. Shortly after, he took out a small cloth bag wrapped in a handkerchief. The rat man cleverly untied it and revealed a pile of thick money.

He suddenly smiled without his eyes and couldn't care less. He hurried to pin his soul into Uncle Chen's hand and started looking at the money.

Uncle Chen was holding the spiritual nail and tears.

The rat man ordered the money once and found the amount right. He bent down satisfactorily to Uncle Chen: “My lord, this deal is over. If you need any more help, you can call me. I promise to make it clear to you. ”

Uncle Chen looked as if he hadn't heard, holding his soul nail.

Neither did the rat man, smiling and putting the money away, and the thief slipped out. I dared not delay, hurriedly chased over, deliberately relaxed his footsteps, and when I rushed behind him, I snapped his mouth, this time the rabbit fell, everything happened between moments, the rat man's scream was hard pressed by me in his mouth, he struggled a few times to find out nothing, and I dragged him into the corner by appointment.

I opened his mouth and looked at him with a cold face.

The rat man shrugged his shoulder: “Good man, forgive me. I don't know which way it is. Brother, don't you know what's wrong with you? If you talk, I'll change it. ”

I hummed softly: "Who are you? What were you sneaking around for? ”

The rat man measured me carefully: “Ask me, who else am I going to ask? You're not from the nursing home, are you? Why did you arrest me? Believe it or not, I'll call the police. ”

I couldn't help laughing twice: "Good boy, how dare you call the police? All right, you go ahead. Report it now! I see the police are here. How can you argue that you still have Uncle Chen's money in your pocket? ”

“He gave me this money voluntarily because I helped him..." The rat man cleverly shut his mouth, obviously his deal with Uncle Chen cannot be seen.

“Say it. Why don't you say it? What did you do for him?” I looked at him cold with my arms in my arms.

The rat man took two steps back in hiding: "Who the hell are you? Why bother with that? I didn't get kidnapped. The old man couldn't get himself out of bed. He asked me to help him with something. That money was my hard work. ”

“Hard work? Is that a sealing fee? Something to dig up the body for. What happened to the body? Did you kill it?” The harsher I say intentionally, the more scared the rat man is to shake his head: “No, of course not! How dare I kill? I don't even know the old man and the body. Even the old man told me where the body was buried. You can't blame the good guy. ”

You don't look in the mirror, do you?

I decided to continue to scare the rat man: “I've been staring at you for half a day and it's not good to see you sneaking around. What did you give Uncle Chan? Where'd you come from? If you don't make this clear, I'll send you to the police station. ”

The rat man shouted: "I said, how can you be so nosy!” He appointed Uncle Chen to pull out of his pocket the money he had just given him and hand me ten copies: “Okay? ”

Love treats me like a blackmail.

I sighed silently and took out a pile of money and dumped it at him without even looking: "As long as you tell the truth, these are yours too. ”

The rat man's eyes lit up and he looked at me unbelievably: "Really? ”

I nodded.

The rat man hastily picked up the money and spoke with a smile.

“I don't actually know this old man at all. I don't have the skills to learn anything. I live off thieves on a weekday basis! I've been hanging out with a dirt rat for two years now. I know a little bit about the doorway to burglary graves. Later, dirt rats thought I wouldn't be needed if my hands and feet weren't clean, so I did it myself. But there's nothing good to dig up because you don't have fame and you're not good at it. Later, I came up with an idea, I found a typewriter, printed a lot of business cards, and when I saw people, I sent them out, bragged about my abilities, but few people called, so less business could be done. ”

“I got a call a month ago from this old man who said he wanted me to help him find a body and bring something back from it. I was so poor that I didn't have a meal to eat, there was no reason not to answer. He answered the phone and came to see him in the nursing home. ”

“At that time, the old man had a stroke that was not as severe as it is now. He could barely communicate even though he could not spell clearly. He himself didn't seem to be sure where the body was, only gave me a few approximate positions and paid a deposit. I wanted to walk away with the money, but I decided to take it alive. ”

I hummed, "You still have a conscience. ”

“Of course! The most important thing about us people in the river and lake is the word" credit ".” The rat man bragged to me.

I couldn't help but turn a white eye: “Speak the point! ”

The rat man nodded hastily: "Because the location of the body was uncertain, I didn't do much work, dug for three days and three nights, and wanted to give up several times. Until last week, I finally found the body the old man said was in the last place. In my experience, the corpse is at least four or five years old. The only thing left to rot is bones, wrapped in a broken cotton quilt. The strangest thing is that she has a demon pestle stuck in her spiritual lid. The old man wants me to bring this demon pestle back to him. At that time, it was midnight. I was scared enough to dig up the body. I pulled down the pestle and buried it and ran away..."