According to the old rules, I put three banknotes on the table, pressed them with a bamboo tube, and started chanting.
"First, thank you, the Patriarch, for your talent. Second, thank you, Lord Earth, for your shelter. And then, thank you for giving me a bowl of rice."
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After three kowtows and three obeisances, I turned around and entered the house.
After dinner, I took out all of today's money, and together with Uncle Ya, there were exactly four of us.
No more, no less, five hundred yuan per person.
Four pieces of money were placed on the table. No one touched it first. Uncle Ya was the first to push the money back.
"I'm already this old, it's useless to ask for money."
Ji Canghai also took the money back with Uncle Ya: "I didn't do anything, so I deserve it."
Xiaobai's eyes fell on the money, and his eyes shone.
Ji Canghai patted Xiao Bai on the back of the head gently: "What are you looking at? Put it back!"
I smacked Yahuazi and said, "You hit him again."
Xiaobai covered his head with one hand and looked at Ji Canghai with a pout: "I just want two hundred yuan, okay? Let me borrow it!"
Ji Canghai's eyes widened: "In charge of food and housing, what do you want money for? I don't know if he still has famine outside?"
"I-I want to buy something."
I kept my share and said, "Okay, stop fighting."
"You are here for me. Even if I earn a penny, I still have to break it into four pieces."
Xiaobai grinned and said, "Thank you, brother."
Uncle Ya was silent for a moment, collected the money first, got up and walked slowly up to the second floor.
Looking at his back, I couldn't help but sigh.
He burned his home down last time, and now he has no choice but to commit himself to it.
People say that fallen leaves return to their roots, but Uncle Ya is still wandering like this at his old age.
One day, after I pay off Liu Baldzi's money, I will definitely give him a new home!
night.
Ji Canghai's sonorous and powerful purring came from next door, and I felt inexplicably at ease listening to it.
I just felt my brain for a while and then fell asleep.
In the dream, I stood in a bamboo forest and once again saw the baby covered in ghosts.
However, he was tied up by an extremely tall person.
The man in white was wearing an extremely large cloak, and his face was covered, leaving only two hazy eyes exposed.
The distance between us was only a hundred meters. The man in white held the ghost baby in his hand like a dog, and approached me step by step.
I don't know who he is, but I can feel that I am afraid of him from the bottom of my heart.
The distance was getting closer and closer, and the man in white suddenly let go of the rope in his hand and rushed towards me.
The moment the ghost baby pounced in front of me, the man in white drew his whip from behind his waist and rushed towards the ghost baby and whipped it hard.
The man in white slowly approached me until he was right in front of me and pulled out a golden Taishi chair from his sleeves.
This chair was emitting a golden light that made me almost unable to open my eyes.
I couldn't understand what he was going to do at all. At this moment, I seemed to see something in his hand.
Suddenly, he reached out and pulled the white cloth on his face, the moment he saw his eyes.
My whole body tensed up and I woke up from my dream.
Lying on the bed, I couldn't help but breathe heavily.
When he reached out and wiped it again, his back was already wet.
I took out my phone and looked at the time and found that it was just past midnight and there was still a while before dawn.
But I was lying on the bed and couldn't fall asleep.
Ever since I took the golden mace, this ghost kid has never appeared again.
I thought he was afraid of the violence in the golden mace, but looking at it now, it doesn't seem to be the case.
During the time when the golden mace was lost, he did not appear, as if he had evaporated out of thin air.
This time, he appeared without warning again, and there was a mysterious man in white beside him.
I thought about it carefully. The man in white was holding him and seemed to be controlling him, while the man in white seemed to just want to scare me.
Based on the dream, could it be that the man in white captured the ghost child?
At this moment, I suddenly remembered the man in coir raincoat I met in the morning, and the sentence about signing a fortune.
Within one day, I met two strange people in succession.
To say it's a coincidence would be a bit too far-fetched, right?
I carefully sorted it out for a long time, but I didn't find any inevitable connection.
However, the hexagram said that everything I encountered recently was bad.
This matter is most likely not a good sign...
