Li Quanyou rubbed the "little thing" in his crotch that was still painful, and stood there, hesitating.
After an unknown amount of time, he sat on a stone.
Looking into the distance, no one knows what he is thinking at this time...
Mao Sandao went home and settled down with Mao Qiu'er and fool Zhu Dagang. Then he went back to Grandpa Liu's house and told Uncle Zhang to pay attention to Gong Bao, and then went to the bookstore alone.
He was going to take a day off from Doukui and wanted to spend the evening with Grandpa Liu.
In addition, I have one more thing to discuss with Doukui...
After arriving at the bookstore, Mao Sandao went straight to the secret room without hesitation.
"Are you there?"
Mao Sandao asked directly as soon as he opened the door of the secret room,
"I'm surprised. It's rare to use the word "please". Is there something wrong?"
"Yes." Mao Sandao sat on the sofa, "Can I ask you a favor?"
"explain."
"Well..." Mao Sandao paused for a moment and said, "Help me teach someone a lesson, just a lesson."
Mao Sandao thought that Doukui was so powerful that it would be a piece of cake to teach someone a lesson by using some tricks.
"Do I exist just to teach you a lesson?"
From Doukui's tone, Mao Sandao could tell that he was a little unfriendly.
Mao Sandao pursed his lips and replied: "Didn't you say that as long as I obey, you can help me solve the difficult things I think and protect the people I think are closest to me?"
"When did I say this?"
"Why don't you admit what you said? I remember what you just said a few days ago very clearly." Mao Sandao suddenly stood up from the sofa and said seriously.
"Have you eaten gunpowder? Why are you so excited? Did I say I won't help you?"
"Oh, I misunderstood, I'm sorry, I shouldn't be excited." Mao Sandao smiled sheepishly and scratched his head.
"However, you have to tell me what you are doing first. I need to analyze it."
"Help me scare someone." Mao Sandao sat back on the sofa and said, "I just ask you to help me scare him, but you can't hurt his life."
"So Easy?"
Mao Sandao nodded solemnly: "Yes, so simple."
"Interesting, can you tell me specifically why you want to scare him?"
"This person..."
Mao Sandao recounted how this man made things difficult for them and insulted the villagers at Grandpa Liu's funeral.
"I just need you to scare him, and then ask him to return the money obediently. You must not harm his life."
Mao Sandao was worried that Doukui would be too harsh, and repeatedly reiterated that he could not harm this man's life while teaching him a lesson.
He didn't want anyone to die because of this.
"This is not difficult. Considering that you are the owner of the bookstore, I will help you."
"Okay." Mao Sandao hesitated and stood up from the sofa, "Also, I want to take a day off today."
"No leave allowed!"
"We are all from the same village. I have to accompany Grandpa Liu on his last journey, right?" Mao Sandao explained quickly.
"No, work comes first! Besides, it's just an old man who died."
"Didn't you fucking..." Mao Sandao was about to curse, but suddenly remembered Doukui's previous warning and shut up suddenly.
"Were you going to scold me again just now?!" Doukui's tone was obviously a little more serious.
"No...no." Mao Sandao said with a guilty conscience, "If it's not allowed, then it's not allowed. Why are you so unhuman?"
"You can understand it however you like, but in short, you are not allowed to ask for leave!"
Doukui's tone was firm and there seemed to be no room for negotiation. Mao Sandao thought about it and felt that the result would be the same if he tried again.
He had heard Uncle Zhang mention that Grandpa Liu would be buried at seven in the morning, and he thought it would be too late to rush there after this was over.
Therefore, Doukui did not allow leave, and he was too lazy to care about it.
He also knew that if he angered Doukui, he might get another beating.
"Get up here yet!"
Seeing Mao Sandao dawdling and not moving, Doukui urged him impatiently.
Mao Sandao secretly rolled his eyes.
Urgent!
Make a fuss!
Just know how to urge!
Even if you go up there, won't there be no guests?
Due to Doukui's strength, even though he was deeply unhappy, he only dared to mutter in his heart.
"oh."
Mao Sandao walked slowly towards the entrance of the passage, but before he stepped on the stone steps, he stopped and turned around and asked:
"Can you raise the dead?"
"Your grandfather?"
"No." Mao Sandao shook his head, "My grandfather has been dead for a long time, and I know it is impossible to resurrect him. I am talking about Grandpa Liu, he is a hard-working man."
"No!" Doukui said, "No one can bring the dead back to life."
"okay, I get it."
Before asking this question, Mao Sandao was mentally prepared. He did not feel disappointed when he heard the answer.
It was just a casual thought and a casual question.
Resurrection from the dead is a fantasy.
Furthermore, even if Doukui can really bring people back to life, the first condition must be to exchange their souls.
Who is willing to trade his soul for the survival of a person who has no blood relationship with him?
…………
"Gong Bao, what time has it been? Why don't you go do some rituals?"
Since Mao Sandao's instructions, Uncle Zhang has been keeping a close eye on Gong Bao. After all, he spent a lot of money to invite him.
But at this time, night had fallen, and Gong Bao seemed to have no intention of getting up. Uncle Zhang couldn't bear it and urged him.
"Why are you urging me? What can't be done without a preparation process?" Gong Bao glared at Uncle Zhang, picked up the wooden sword beside him and stood up slowly.
He glanced at the crowd, but did not see Mao Sandao, and couldn't help but feel happy.
Mao Sandao is not here, and if he runs away for a while, no one should be able to stop him.
At the moment, he felt that it was not the right time to run away, so he thought it would be better to perform a pretentious ceremony first.
Otherwise, he might be beaten into a semi-disabled state and be immoral.
Walking to the coffin, Gong Bao raised his wooden sword high, quickly spun three times on the spot, and read loudly:
"The sun rises a little red in the east. This house used to be occupied by a blessed person. There was... in front of..."
After reading a few words, Gong Bao suddenly frowned and scratched the back of his head.
His face looked as painful as constipation.
There was...
What's going on before?
It’s over!
How do you recite that mantra?
He glanced around secretly and saw everyone staring at him intently. Gong Bao was so anxious that beads of sweat broke out on his forehead.
Damn you!
When is it bad to forget words? It must be done now!
Seeing that Gong Bao did not continue reading, most of the people present had guessed the general idea and said:
"What's wrong, Gong Bao, you shouldn't have forgotten the lyrics, right?"
"Can you do it?"
"I'm warning you, if you don't, you won't be able to leave today!"
"What the hell is this!"
"..."
Uncle Zhang also yelled angrily: "I'm telling you Gong Bao, if you mess up this matter today, believe it or not, I will break your legs!"
Seeing everyone's accusations, Gong Bao wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and felt a little panicked.
Isn't this over?
There are so many people around, it seems I can't leave today.
what to do?
A trace of cold sweat gradually broke out in his hand holding the wooden sword.
Got it!
Gong Bao's eyebrows lit up.
They don’t understand anyway, so if I just add a few words to fool them, won’t that be all?
He smiled cunningly, raised his head and glanced at everyone present: "Who said I can't do it anymore? You all listen to me!
The sun rises a little red in the east. This house was originally inhabited by blessed people, and mortals were not allowed to stay in mourning for a long time.
The sky is clear, the fields are vast, the wind... the wind blows the grass and you can see cattle and sheep.
There are... wild wolves coming and going in front, and tigers running over the hills behind.
People lined up on both sides... people lined up... From the south came a lama, carrying a five-pound turtle in his hand.
From the north came a mute with a trumpet in his waist.
Today, I follow the personal instructions of the ancestor to avoid all hardships and disasters, and the deceased...the deceased will be blessed early! "
Immediately, Gong Bao turned around randomly, pointed his wooden sword at the portrait of Grandpa Liu and shouted:
"Hey! Good luck with your early arrival!"
Gong Bao's mantra sounded strange, and everyone looked at each other, always feeling that something was wrong.
In particular, the sky is blue, the fields are vast, the wind blows the grass, and the cattle and sheep are low. Most people feel that this is more like a poem.
What the hell are the trumpets, the mutes and the five pounds of tamarind?
But after all, he didn’t understand, so in the end, no one stood up to refute.
After Gong Bao recited the mantra, he clapped his hands: "Okay, it's over!"
He put the wooden sword under his arm and walked out of the crowd in a swagger.
Uncle Zhang quickly followed him and grabbed him from behind: "This...is it over?"
"Well, what else do you want?" Gong Bao asked, "Tell me, what did I do wrong? Or what else needs to be done?"
"This..." Uncle Zhang was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer the question thrown by Gong Bao.
"Don't beep blindly if you don't know!" Gong Baoyuan's face turned upside down and he forcefully broke away from Uncle Zhang's hand.
Uncle Zhang was speechless and stunned.
Gong Bao sat down on the chair next to him, put his wooden sword on the side, crossed his legs, and smoked a cigarette lazily.
"Old Zhang, come over here."
At this time, Li Laixi called out in the inner room.
"coming."
Uncle Zhang glanced at Gong Bao worriedly, hesitated, and walked in.
Gong Bao glanced at Uncle Zhang out of the corner of his eye and saw that he had walked into the back room. He was immediately delighted. When everyone's attention was not on him, he quickly threw away the cigarette and sneaked out of the main room with his wooden sword.
A few minutes later, Uncle Zhang returned to the hall and found that Gong Bao was missing, so he shouted: "Where is Gong Bao?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"It's broken!" Uncle Zhang slapped his thigh and shouted, "Li Quanyou! Where did you die?!"
"It's been a long time since I've seen Li Quanyou." Someone in the venue responded.
Uncle Zhang panicked and ran out of the hall.
