"Old Zhang, Gong Bao is back again!"
Someone in the venue saw Gong Bao and quickly shouted to Uncle Zhang who was in a panic in the inner hall.
Uncle Zhang quickly walked out of the hall and saw Gong Bao running over panting.
"You bitch, where did you die?"
Uncle Zhang grabbed Gong Bao and cursed fiercely.
Gong Bao shook off Uncle Zhang's hand, said nothing, walked straight to Grandpa Liu's coffin, took out a wad of money from his pocket and placed it on the incense table.
Immediately, he knelt in front of the coffin and kept kowtowing: "Uncle, I have returned the money. Please, please don't look for me again..."
Uncle Zhang was surprised.
What's going on with Gong Bao?
He doubtfully picked up the money from the coffin and began to count it.
It's not because he disrespected the deceased, but because he didn't trust Gong Bao at all.
Although Gong Bao at this time gave him a sense of piety.
Sure enough, he discovered something was wrong!
He clearly remembered that Mao Sandao gave Gong Bao ten thousand, but now he only had nine thousand.
Uncle Zhang grabbed Gong Bao's collar and picked him up: "You bastard, do you still have one thousand more?"
Gong Bao then remembered that one thousand of them were given to Li Quanyou.
well!
Tough luck!
Gong Bao saw Uncle Zhang opposite him, who was grabbing him, as if he wanted to eat him. He felt that he might not believe anything he said at this moment.
So, he reached into his pocket, took out all the money he had and put it on the incense table: "It's all here!"
Uncle Zhang took it and took a look at it. There should be more than a thousand. He was even more confused.
Uncle Zhang believes that according to Gong Bao's habits, it is impossible to give more.
Moreover, no matter how Gong Bao scolded him now, he never talked back or refuted.
The whole person seemed to be afraid of something, and there was some trembling all over the body.
In short, it is very abnormal...
In a daze, Uncle Zhang smelled a faint smell of urine.
He shrugged his nose, and following the smell, he saw that Gong Bao's crotch was already wet.
Uncle Zhang suddenly remembered that Mao Sandao had told him during the day that he would make Gong Bao pay back all the money he had taken.
He seemed to understand something and shook his head with a smile.
Sandao, it's really you. What did you do to make Gong Bao so scared?
He was so scared that he wet his pants.
Gong Bao glanced at Grandpa Liu's posthumous photo, and his heart felt unreasonable again.
He pushed Uncle Zhang away, and just as he was about to leave, Uncle Zhang grabbed him by the corner of his clothes: "Why, you want to run away again? There will be a ritual ceremony tomorrow morning!"
Gong Bao turned around and glared: "I've returned the money to you, and yet you still perform such ridiculous rituals!"
Uncle Zhang was ready to curse, but after seeing the money in his hand, he felt that what Gong Bao said was reasonable.
The money has been returned, so it seems unreasonable to ask Gong Bao to do things again.
It would be unreasonable to force Gong Bao to stay.
But he also thought, if Gong Bao left, what would he do if he went into the mountains early tomorrow morning?
This is a headache.
Taking advantage of Uncle Zhang's distraction, Gong Bao saw the opportunity, twisted his body hard, and his clothes fell off Uncle Zhang's hands with a whoosh, and hurriedly walked towards the entrance of the village.
But Gong Bao had just taken a few steps when his footsteps suddenly stopped again.
He looked at the dark night ahead and frowned.
If I go back now, will that face appear again?
Inadvertently, Gong Bao felt the cold air spread all over his body from his back.
He secretly turned his head to look at the busy people and hesitated.
There are many people here and the Yang energy is strong. Wouldn't it be safer to stay here?
After hesitating for a while, Gong Bao turned around, looked at Uncle Zhang and said with a smile: "Well... I won't leave. Just now... I just wanted to relax, and I will stay here tonight."
"Um?"
Uncle Zhang was a little confused by Gong Bao's sudden remorse, but he didn't study it in detail.
All he knew was that Gong Bao agreed to stay at this time, which was the best thing for him.
Uncle Zhang breathed a sigh of relief and replied: "Okay!"
Gong Bao did not speak, but walked into the shed and sat down, observing Grandpa Liu's coffin with his eyes.
That way, it's like a mouse hiding in a hole sticking its head out to observe the cat hiding in the dark...
The coffin should not be opened, right?
Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something, and his eyes quickly glanced around.
Finally, the hanging heart was relieved.
Fortunately, I didn’t see the face.
…………
Early morning.
Mao Sandao walked down the secret room and placed the "Visit Book" on the sofa: "The information has been registered, I will go back first."
"Um."
"By the way, is the matter finished?" Mao Sandao asked, "I'm talking about the scary thing."
"It's done."
"That's good. By the way, you didn't hurt his life, right?" Mao Sandao was still a little worried.
"I'll do the work, don't worry."
"It's just because I'm worried that I've warned you again and again."
"When you go back, you will probably see Gong Bao again, and the money will probably have been returned."
"Okay." Mao Sandao nodded, raised his legs and walked towards the entrance of the passage.
He didn't want to continue chatting with Doukui, he just wanted to rush back and accompany Grandpa Liu on his last journey.
As soon as he reached the entrance of the passage, Mao Sandao heard Doukui asking from behind:
"I'm very surprised. As for money, as long as you ask, I can give you as much as you want. Why do you have to go to the trouble of asking Gong Bao to return the money?"
Mao Sandao stamped his feet and sighed: "If it's someone who really needs money, it doesn't matter how much I give, and I won't feel bad, but for a person like Gong Bao who has no moral bottom line, I don't feel comfortable giving even one cent." many."
"I didn't expect you to be young and have quite a personality."
"This is not called having character." Mao Sandao turned around and said slowly, "This is called distinguishing right from wrong, maintaining one's original intention, and standing firm."
After saying that, Mao Sandao stepped onto the stone steps.
"Why, you didn't say thank you for helping?"
"Are you sure Gong Bao is okay?" Mao Sandao asked.
"Make sure it's okay."
"Thank you!" Mao Sandao was very reluctant to say these two words.
Especially against Doukui.
"You're welcome."
Doukui simply replied with three words.
"You are so boring..."
Mao Sandao curled his lips and suddenly felt that this Dou Kuai seemed to be amusing himself in all kinds of boredom.
"The days are dull and we need to add some salt."
Mao Sandao rolled his eyes, said nothing, and quickly walked out of the passage.
He didn't dare waste any more time.
On the way back, he felt that walking back with his legs alone was too slow, so he stopped a car on the road.
When he arrived at Grandpa Liu's house, he let out a heavy breath.
Fortunately, I didn't miss the time.
Entering the shed, Mao Sandao saw Gong Bao taking a nap while leaning on the back of a chair.
After carefully observing Gong Bao, he didn't find anything strange about Gong Bao.
It seemed that Doukui did not hurt him.
Mao Sandao walked straight into the main room.
"Sandao, you're here." Uncle Zhang saw Mao Sandao and said hello.
"Well, here we come."
After Uncle Zhang walked in, Mao Sandao saw that he had serious dark circles under his eyes. Knowing that Uncle Zhang must have not rested all night, he said with concern: "Uncle Zhang, you have worked hard all night, why don't you go and have a rest?"
Uncle Zhang shook his head, took out a wad of money from his pocket and handed it to Mao Sandao:
"I don't know what went wrong with Gong Bao, but he actually returned the money. Now the money has returned to its original owner."
Then, Uncle Zhang leaned into Mao Sandao's ear and whispered: "I counted, you originally gave me ten thousand, and Gong Bao added a few hundred more last night. Now it's more than ten thousand. There's something wrong with this kid." Blood."
Mao Sandao was a little surprised. Calculated in this way, doesn't Gong Bao get the money but still put it in?
Mao Sandao put the money away and glanced at Gong Bao in the shed outside the hall: "He deserves it."
Uncle Zhang also smiled and suddenly pulled him aside: "Sandao, what on earth did you do to Gong Bao last night? He was so frightened that he peed in his pants, haha."
"Last night..." Mao Sandao pursed his lips, "Last night I pretended to be a ghost and scared him."
"Hey, you're so good!"
Uncle Zhang patted Mao Sandao on the shoulder and laughed.
