Chapter 102 Gift

I just turned around to leave when Song San's voice came from behind me.

"Wait a minute."

When I turned around, Song San asked me an inexplicable question.

"Do you have a jar?"

"Jar?"

I looked around and took out the water bottle I carried with me in my bag.

"this one."

"good."

Song San pointed to the unburnt statue of the door god on the ground: "We met each other, and I'll give you a gift. It's right there."

What he said made me confused.

Out of curiosity, I picked it up anyway.

Suddenly, Song San rushed up to me and hugged me tightly with both hands.

The remaining door god was like a soldering iron, crackling on Song San's already transparent body.

"Get the bottle."

Song San forced out a stiff smile, with a few tears leaking out of his eyes.

"You are different from other Taoist priests. I have nothing to give you. A few drops of ghost tears will be of great help to you in the future."

His greasy-faced face no longer looked ferocious and terrifying.

For some reason, I held him tightly in my arms.

Just think of it as compensation for his previous suffering in the world.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you, my surname is not Li."

"I know, but it's not important anymore."

Before I finished speaking, Song San disappeared without a trace in my arms.

The door god burned into a huddled ashes and fell to the ground without even making a sound.

Just like Song San's disappearance, there won't be any earth-shattering news.

Song San was just gone. I turned back to pick up my backpack and patted the dust on it.

I turned around and looked at Ji Canghai: "Let's go, brother."

Ji Canghai was holding a kitchen knife in one hand, still a little dazed, and then immediately followed my footsteps.

Just like that, the two of us strode out of the foreign-style building under the gaze of a group of dead souls.

The rain outside has stopped and the air is better than during the day.

Ji Canghai looked back at the mansion: "Is this all?"

I looked at the neon lights flashing in the distance and asked, "Do you think what I did is right?"

Ji Canghai hesitated for a moment: "Didn't old people always say in the past that you can't believe lies?"

I took out the bottle and shook it in front of my eyes.

"A ghost on his deathbed still wants to give back to others. Do you think you can't believe his words?"

"call!"

He took a long breath and said, "I've told you before that you have a strong heart."

"but……"

Ji Canghai changed the subject: "You have already promised Wang Ju, how are you going to explain this to him?"

"Tell it like it is."

Ji Canghai's tone was full of worry: "You know that Changchun will be your capital, but now you are going against Wang Ju, this..."

"It doesn't matter."

The next day.

I saw that the funeral home was not too busy, so I asked Ji Canghai to give me a break.

There is no need for Wang Ju to look for me, I will look for him first.

When he arrived at the funeral parlor, Wang Ju still crossed his legs and twisted his rosary beads.

"Come to collect money?"

Wang Ju took a tea bowl bigger than his hand and poured a sip of tea into his mouth.

"I've heard all about it. You made a lot of noise last night."

"Tell me how things went."

I smiled and sat on the chair next to him: "I heard?"

"Are you spying on me?"

Wang Ju laughed and admitted openly.

"Aren't I afraid that you will be in danger? I have placed a few reinforcements at the door for you."

I snorted secretly.

This is really a urine jar with gold rim - it has a good mouth.

"President Wang has good intentions."

I deliberately lowered my tone and said, "I did do this."

"I'm not here to receive a reward."

Wang Ju was minding his own business blowing on the tea: "It didn't work?"

"I let those ghosts go."

"puff!"

Wang Ju spit out a sip of tea and his eyes widened.

"Can you say that again!"

"Say the same thing ten times again, I won't do it anymore."

"Bang!"

Wang Ju slammed the tea bowl on the table: "What do you mean? Make fun of me?"