"Oh oh oh, that's it!" After hearing this, Zhao Youliang felt relieved.
Because he is not dead, naturally there will be no ghosts using the photos to commit harm.
But who was so bored that he left his photo at the crime scene? Isn’t this immoral!
Just as Zhao Youliang was thinking about it, the old man driving the corpse spoke softly.
"Brother, how are you preparing to help us go to the grave?"
"According to the plan, we have to take action tomorrow night."
Zhao Youliang immediately agreed to the idea of using people's money to eliminate disasters for others.
"Brother, don't worry. I'm single and have nothing to prepare. I can accompany you at any time."
"That's good, that's good!" The old corpse exorcist nodded repeatedly, and after drinking a few more drinks, he took people to Shopkeeper Sun's coffin shop.
They wanted to stay there for the night. After all, Zhao Youliang's paper-making shop was so evil that even the corpse collectors didn't want to live in it.
After the corpse chasers left, Zhao Youliang sent Mrs. Yingchun home.
On his way back, he suddenly found a bus coming towards him.
The strange thing is that even at night, the bus didn't turn on its headlights and just drove so slowly.
Fortunately, the other party drove slowly, otherwise he would have almost collided with Zhao Youliang.
"Oh, let me go. Why don't you turn on the lights when driving in the middle of the night?"
"Does your home lack electricity?"
Zhao Youliang asked loudly while dodging. Just as he was about to curse a few more words, he found that the bus stopped beside him.
"I'm going, why did I stop? You're not going to come down and beat me, are you?!"
Just when Zhao Youliang was thinking wildly, he suddenly realized that the bus was pure white with no other colors.
It's like the mourning clothes you wear when you die.
Wait, a pure white bus? Isn't this the Yin hearse I encountered last time? !
As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Youliang immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Just as he was about to run away, he saw that the car door had slowly opened.
Then an irresistible force came.
Under the great force, Zhao Youshan was pulled into the car involuntarily.
At a quick glance, everyone who died recently was seen in the car: the three children who died the day before yesterday, and Fatty Song who died yesterday.
There are even Zhang Banxian who died long ago, Old Mrs. Li who asked herself to speak, the Lama in Red, etc.
Each of these people looked pale and had their eyes closed tightly. They were swaying in their seats as if they were weightless.
As Zhao Youliang got into the car, these people seemed to suddenly wake up, and they all opened their eyes and stared at Zhao Youliang.
Just when Zhao Youliang was at a loss, the small wooden knife he had been carrying in his arms shone with cyan light.
Zhao Youliang felt confused for a while. When he realized it, he was just standing on the side of the road, and the pale ghost hearse had disappeared.
What caught my eye was the caring eyes of the little brother from the Huang family: "Quantum, are you okay?"
Zhao Youliang shook his head a few times to force himself to wake up.
"It's okay, it's okay...Brother Huang, why are you here? Are you here to pick me up?"
After confirming again and again that Zhao Youliang was really fine, Huang Jiaxian smiled bitterly.
"I'm just here to pick you up!"
"I was practicing in the entrance of the hall, and suddenly I felt your life breath disappear, so I rushed over immediately."
"What just happened?"
After Zhao Youliang finished speaking, Huang Jiaxian looked solemn.
"The Yin hearse is actually a Yin hearse."
"Quantum, why are you always targeted by these evil things!"
"Whose boy is your five ghost boy? How could he be so unlucky!"
Speaking of bad luck, Zhao Youliang really did his part.
Let’s put it this way, his misfortune started from the moment he was born:
After Zhao Youliang was born, he didn't know whether it was because the doctor was careless or because he was too ugly.
In short, the doctor actually threw Zhao Youliang into the trash can and took away the placenta.
If it weren't for the loud cry, his birthday and death anniversary would be on the same day.
Although the joke told by Zhao Youliang was funny, the little brother of the Huang family couldn't laugh at this time.
"Quantum, please recall. Do you still remember how many empty seats are left on the Yin Ling Car?"
"Empty seats?" Zhao Youliang closed his eyes and recalled carefully: "There are many left, that car is the boss!"
"A lot..." After hearing Zhao Youliang's words, Huang Jiaxian's face became even more gloomy.
"It means many people will die nearby."
"The Yin hearse will not leave easily unless it is filled with people..."
After what Huang Jiaxian said, Zhao Youliang also realized the seriousness of the matter, and the two of them returned to the paper shop in silence.
They were greeted by little dumplings. The little guy squeaked and climbed onto Zhao Youliang's shoulders, his eyes filled with concern.
Zhao Youliang quickly comforted him softly and put the fried dumplings he had brought back on the table.
"Eat the little dumplings quickly, don't let the rogue dogs see them."
"Otherwise, you won't be able to eat anything, and you'll have to let him cook it for you!"
After saying this, Zhao Youliang immediately felt that something bad was going on, because there was a strong murderous intention coming from behind him.
When I looked back, I happened to meet the "evil" eyes of the big yellow dog.
Then the barking of dogs and Zhao Youliang's screams sounded at the same time, piercing the silent night sky.
"Oh my god, you are getting more and more powerful. It's getting more and more painful to hit people."
Zhao Youliang "praised" the big yellow dog while applying alcohol to his wounds in front of the mirror.
The big yellow dog had a look of disdain on his face and went back to his den to sleep while wagging his big butt.
The harmony between one person and one dog makes Huang Jiaxian dumbfounded.
"Quantum, I found that the spirit dog you raised is definitely not simple."
"I don't know why, I feel trembling in front of him."
Zhao Youliang didn't hear the profound meaning of Huang Jiaxian's words, and just nodded in agreement stupidly.
"The rogue dog is so fierce, who wouldn't be afraid to see him!"
"Oh, by the way, it's afraid of my cousin, Master Hui Liu and Sister Yingchun. It dares to bite anyone else!"
Looking at the confused Zhao Youliang, Huang Jiaxian could only smile bitterly.
"Quantum, do you want to know about this paper shop?"
As soon as he said these words, before Zhao Youliang could open his mouth, a woman's weird laughter suddenly came from the shop.
After the laughter came the miserable Peking Opera libretto.
"Then I saw the little ghost soldier and the big ghost judge, holding the dead soul in an iron chain."
"It's miserable, it's miserable, the wind is blowing, it's chilling me to the bone..."
At the same time, all the paper figures in the shop came to life and moved little by little towards the backyard where Zhao Youliang and others were.
Feeling all this, Huang Jiaxian turned pale and realized that he had said something he shouldn't have said.
Another gust of dark wind blew, and Xiong Ba's burly body blocked the Huang family's young brother and Zhao Youliang.
Not understanding what happened, he asked innocently while being alert.
"Who is it? What happened?!"
Chang Jie also appeared at the same time. He was still lying limply on the eggshell. Anyone who didn't know would think that this guy was sacrificed.
He tried hard to raise his head and glanced in the direction of the paper man, and spoke with a grievance.
"My parents are both dragons, but I am a maggot. How can this make sense..."
