After a group of undercover men went down.
One person remained.
"Why don't you get out of here?" Uncle Wei looked sideways.
Jiang Chen's eyes were even more slanted than his, and he made a "chi" sound from his nose: "As you get older, your brain becomes less efficient?"
"I'm from the security department. The security room is on the first floor. Where am I going?"
Seeing him like this, Uncle Wei shook his old face, and his previous desolation was gone. He threw his sleeve and wanted to leave, and suddenly thought of something.
"Where is my sweet grandson?"
"He went out to do justice."
"How old are they? You release people to kill ghosts every day. Don't let my grandson get the same problem as you!" Uncle Wei looked worried.
"What are you talking about? What are you talking about!" Jiang Chen looked angry.
Uncle Wei entered the security room, sat on the coffin-like bed, pulled over the carved mahogany table that he usually regarded as a treasure, opened the takeout bag on the side, and took out a roast chicken, a plate of peanuts, and a bottle of cheap White wine is placed on top.
"There's only one cup, it's not yours!"
Jiang Chen glanced at it twice and shook his head in disgust.
"I never drink wine that costs less than ten yuan. Old Wei, your life is too bitter. I'll treat you to Erguotou another day. It only costs ten yuan for a small bottle. The sauce is so rich that it will make you feel that all the wine you have drank in this life has been in vain. ”
Hearing this, Uncle Wei, who was still a little proud, was stunned. Although he couldn't tell what he was unhappy about, the boy's words made him feel uncomfortable all over.
If you don't drink wine that costs less than ten yuan, then you just drink wine that costs ten yuan?
A bottle of Erguotou blows better than Feitian!
He thought for a moment and sneered: "What do you know, kid? Sometimes when you drink, what you drink is not wine."
"I know that, it's technology, hard work, Old Wei, you are quite keeping pace with the times. You also follow the example of Daoxuan, that bad old man, do you use TikTok every day?" Jiang Chen answered fluently.
"..."
The wine that had just been poured into Lao Wei's hand suddenly no longer tasted good.
After much hesitation, he put it back on the table.
At this time, Jiang Chen picked it up, took a bite, ate a peanut, squinted his eyes and savored it, then looked at the old man in front of him again, and said hello: "Drink, eat, you're welcome."
"There's no cup, right? We don't care about this. Old Wei, just blow into the bottle!"
Uncle Wei's expression froze.
A good boy... He doesn't talk about martial arts, he relies on lying and robbing, and he bullies an old comrade like me.
"Didn't you say this is technology, and you still drink it?" he asked in a muffled voice.
"It doesn't matter if you drink less. I'll hold the cup and you hold the bottle. You're already so old anyway. Whether you're healthy or not is a matter behind you." Jiang Chen said casually.
Uncle Wei hadn't even drank yet, but he already felt a little drunk.
Why don't you, kid, drink less of the harmful things and let me blow on the bottle?
He was silent for a long time, and suddenly seemed to understand something. He smiled casually, picked up the bottle and took a few sips.
"Haha, you are right."
"My name during my lifetime, my posthumous affairs, I'm already so old, why do I still care so much?"
"It's not like this Jiangbei branch can't survive without me."
"It's been me who has imprisoned myself all this time..."
As soon as he said this, Jiang Chen, who was stuffing chicken drumsticks into his mouth, froze, his eyes widened with a look of shock on his face.
I go!
Wei, what have you learned?
I just want to be smart, I'm used to ghost energy.
Why do you act like you are going to die heroically after listening to my words? We won’t take this responsibility!
"Old Wei, what do you mean? Are you going to hang yourself?"
"Old man, I suddenly want to fight! Maybe my previous failures were all because I wanted to live too much and continue to protect this branch. How can a person who is afraid of death win?"
Old Wei suddenly became bold, stuffed a chicken drumstick into his mouth, and patted Jiang Chen's shoulder with his greasy hands.
Jiang Chen jumped up and rubbed his clothes distressedly: "Old man, what are you doing? I only changed this new model from Uniqlo for the New Year, and it's full of oil."
"Hahaha!" Old Wei finally "winned" once and laughed heartily.
"..."
"Boy, do you want to hear my story from the old man?" After he calmed down, he stuffed peanuts into his mouth and spoke.
"I don't think much about it, I'm only interested in stories about dead people." Jiang Chen refused.
Uncle Wei sat a little further away from him: "You are indeed a pervert."
"But in a sense, the old man, I can be considered a dead person..."
As soon as these words came out.
Jiang Chen immediately looked over with shining eyes.
Old Wei felt a little uncomfortable when he saw him, but he still spoke with a look of reminiscence.
"When I was young, we were in chaos, and my family fled from Nanchuan all the way to Jiangbei. Fortunately, I had some skills at home and didn't suffer too much."
"After coming here, my father and brothers also made a fortune by exorcising evil spirits and removing ghosts from others."
"But one time he went out to perform rituals for others, but he came back at night carrying a coffin, and a fierce ghost in blood-red clothes killed our whole family."
"Someone protected me from escaping, but I didn't run away after all."
"My father seems to have offended the bloody ghost to death. After it killed people, it still stayed around. After my uncle and the others turned into ghosts, he killed them again."
"I was unwilling to die. I just became a ghost, and as soon as I turned my head, I was stared at by the blood-clothed creature."
"At that time, a woman walked on the horse path outside. She was wearing more ancient clothes and was dressed in Tsing Yi."
"I told her to run quickly, but she walked towards me with a soft smile. Her smile was very warm, like my mother."
"The woman waved her hand, and the body of the blood-clothed ghost that left our family with no way to go to heaven and no way to go to the earth fell apart."
"She told me that her name is Zhao Qingyi."
"I begged her to kill me too. I have been exposed to Taoism since I was a child, and I understand that after turning into a ghost, after six or seven days, I will become a monster completely controlled by obsession!"
"She smiled and said she was a ghost too, and said I was pretty good."
"Then she became my master, and I became a ghost cultivator."
"Do you know what ghost cultivation is?"
"Use the ghost body to cultivate human thoughts."
"Essentially, we don't feel like ghosts, just dead people."
"We use the memories and thoughts of when we were human to suppress our instinctive resentment and madness in order to achieve a certain balance."
"This is very difficult. Many people are completely swallowed up by resentment the moment they become ghosts."
"I have been following Master for many years and I have never seen another ghost cultivator."
"Later, when I became successful in my studies, she said she wanted to do something big and entrusted me to the last King of Chu Jiang."
"I haven't seen her since."
"I went out to the mountains to practice with the disciples of King Chu Jiang."
"At that time, the Yin Cao was gradually reaching its peak, and the Dao Alliance went from being the only overlord of the Jiuzhou Qiren Realm to declining."
"When we came to Jiangbei City, what we saw was the decay of the Taoist Alliance's ghost exorcists. The personnel stationed in a certain place would decide who should be given priority to exorcise ghosts based on how much money they were given. Even some poor families were given up directly."
