Otherworldly Merchant

According to his findings, the number belonged to a mobile company.

Including Qinna, there were eight users.

According to the communications records of the previous few, and the information on the real name system, apart from the fact that the first person had used it for more than a year, the others were less than a month, the shortest being only seven days.

From this point of view alone, it is extremely unusual.

Even if all users were to have their arrears recovered by mobile companies, the reissue period would never be so short.

And almost immediately after the first user was deprecated, he took over a second person, and this was not the last day.

Even more peculiarly, in Qinna's correspondence records, there was no crying number for the baby who had just rang, and only one of them called me.

Where the hell did this come from? There's no record of it at the mobile company?

What's even more surprising is that Xiao Wu passed the authentication of his real name on the phone number and found out about a previous user.

All these people are dead!

Their age, occupation and address are all different, but without exception, they are all dead!

However, the cause of death varied, some were hit by a large truck, others by a high-rise falling object, and others were drowned...

It was all an accident!

The last user, long before Chenna, fell from the 18th floor to the ground floor all at once because of an elevator accident!

According to the information, the deceased was a young mother, and the child, only two months old, fell with her.

In other words, the woman who often appears in the mirror is most likely her! That cry is most likely coming from the child.

So… this is a Yin Ghost number, a soul chasing after a soul, like a cycle of death, constantly claiming its life!

All the weird things I've been through are sneaking around, like this killable phone number or the first time I've seen it.

“Master Zhang, what the hell is going on?” Qin Na saw me stunned at the phone for half a day, without words, some disturbed to ask.

“You're a tough one, but don't worry, I'll think about it.” I pinched my eyebrows and thought carefully.

In Grandpa's notes, he did record a story like this.

He said that as early as in the war against Japan, there was a sugar seller in pseudomanzhou city. His business was very good, he was not enough to sell it next time, but he always left a sugar man, and he would not sell it anyway. Everyone else thought it was strange, but why didn't he just say it?

Then one day, a Japanese officer walked by with the child, and the child yelled at him instead of asking for a sugar man.

The sugar buyer nodded his head and smiled and handed the sugar man over. He also took the one he never sold to a Japanese officer and said, "Taijun, you try it too. ”

The officer was delighted and drove off with a few compliments.

When he left, the people around him called this guy a traitor and kept the best sugar man to honor the ghost.

But the guy didn't argue either. He stepped straight out of town.

He hasn't been here since that day.

Seventy-eight days later, when the Japanese officer led the team to sweep the village, he accidentally fell into a trail and didn't know how? A sharp root stuck right in his throat, his neck pierced and he died instantly.

Another dozen days later, another translator died in Fengtian City, before he was said to have picked up a sugar man on the street.

Four Pings, a pseudo-army company leader and a major artillery in the mountain customs, were killed. They were said to have eaten sugar men, and every time they bought sugar, they looked very much like the previous deceased.

All in all, the Japanese Kanto Command finally felt a little unusual, hunting down sugar traffickers.

But it was like a human evaporation, and there was no trace of it from now on.

Subsequently, after the fighting ended, the Soviet Red Army discovered this file from the Command of the Kanto Army, which had not yet been destroyed. It was said that they had asked the Yin Yang Master to investigate the matter, and the end result was that the man was most likely an expert in folk.

Using soul hunting, these people fall into a cycle of death and die for their lives.

In other words, he used the sugar man as a medium to find the next target for the dead ghosts.

Typical ghost killer!

I remember this story a long time ago, but I just never experienced it.

Now, when I think about it, it's very similar to what Chenna went through, except that the sugar man changed his phone number.

Looks like to crack this weird thing, you have to find the guy who sold the phone number!

“Do you remember where you bought this phone number?” I turned around and asked Qinna.

“Remember!” Qin Na nodded. “The attraction is very remote, it is a small village in the mountains, all inhabited by ethnic minorities, basically do not speak Chinese very well. The person who sells the phone card speaks Sichuan fluently. ”

“That's good.” I nodded, "So you go back and pack up, and I'll come back with you tomorrow to find the guy who sold you your phone number. ”

“I...” Qin Na looked at me and hesitated: “Master Zhang, can I stay here tonight? I don't dare go out.” She looked out the door in horror.

Looks like she's really freaked out. She only feels safer if she's hiding here with me.

“All right then.” I don't think she looked so frightened that I couldn't bear to drive her away again.

But in the middle of the night, in the same room, I couldn't put her anywhere, so I put up a few chairs to give her a break, and I took out a blanket and handed it to her.

“Thank you, Master Zhang!” Qin Na said with gratitude, tears flooding at me, almost crying out again.

“Forget about it. We have to leave tomorrow. Get some rest.” I sat back at the table and studied the Scripture of the Shadow. Wouldn't she be safer if I sat here? Besides, I was going to push myself through business. After all, I still have a huge mission ahead of me.

When the time was short, Qin Na fell asleep.

It was very quiet at night and only her breathing sounds entered her ears frequently.

It feels strange, she's lying down, I'm sitting down, kind of like a corpse guard.

She slept so sweetly, which also caused me a bit of confusion. They were all red sleeves with fragrance. I am fine, the whole child is red sleeves with trouble.

I even saw her as weak and unhelpful, and I also remembered Yoon Xinyue filming abroad...

A time, full of chaos.

I shook my head helplessly, continued to study it, and slowly abandoned all the clutter, only in the book.

It wasn't until a ray of sunlight went through the glass window and I looked at the desk that I stretched out my lazy waist and stood up.

Qin Na curled up on the chair and slept perfectly, breathing very smoothly, it seemed that she had not slept so peacefully in many days.

I didn't bother her her either. I packed my things lightly and went back to wash my face and brush my teeth. She wasn't awake when I got back.

So I went out again and bought some early.

Pushing the door one more time and finding Qin Na missing!

The blanket landed on the floor and the chair tipped over, but there was a very slight noise in the back room.

Hey, what's going on?

I suddenly stunned. Is this another dragon spring manoeuvre?

Use a little girl to get my sympathy and steal something from a tiger?

I quietly approached the past with an invisible needle.