I was anxious to know the whereabouts of Hu Zhihua and opened the door: "Do you know him?"
"Tell me, where is he? What is he?"
The old security guard stepped back, and the lamp in his hand shone a ray of light on my face: "Why should I tell you?"
That beam of light shone on my backpack, and through the light I saw the old security guard’s eyes were red, and I understood his greed: “Say, just tell me what I’m interested in, I don’t care about money!”
I rummaged around in my backpack and took out two hundred dollars.
Dogs don't care about money. If you can deduct money, you will naturally deduct a little.
The old security guard looked at the banknotes in my hand, raised his inflexible feet and took a step toward me: "Is it just this little money?"
I put my hand into my backpack and pulled out two more: "Any more and there will be none!"
Money is not money to me, it is life. Can I give you more of this precious thing?
The old security guard looked around and put out his flashlight when he found no one was around: "Come here and I'll tell you!"
I listened.
The old security guard stretched his hand towards my neck, with dark palms and long nails: "Dizzy!"
"boom!"
"I'm not faint. Does it hurt you?" I took a step back, holding in my hand the iron frame that had just blocked this old boy's sneak attack.
"You think it's my first day in the world!"
"You're an old man in his sixties, how dare you sneak up on me, a young man in his twenties."
"Don't talk about martial ethics!"
"How can I... feel a little dizzy!" Only then did I see a faint scent on the old man's other hand.
His smiling face in the darkness was terrifying: "Boy, you are still young!"
I leaned against the door rail, my body was out of strength. I wanted to stand up but couldn't muster the strength.
This is not a human thing!
Only then did I realize in my heart that this old man’s tricks were too insidious, and I was still a shallow person after all.
The old man gave up his pretense, his waist no longer hurts, his legs no longer ache, and he is no longer lame at all.
He picked me up at the waist and said, "Boy, you are also unlucky. My son was taken to the underworld last night because of an evil encounter!"
"The old man is incompetent and cannot save him, but my old Yang family cannot cut off its incest."
"Your yin body is just right for Wenmi. Lend it to me and spread the incense to my old Jin family!"
"Don't worry! You'll be fine!"
"Don't struggle too fast!"
It's hard for me to say that this old man is very strong, but his body is too thin and he is in pain, and it is because of this pain that I didn't fall asleep.
When I heard that the old man asked me to ask about rice, I was so angry that I wanted to greet his eighteen generations of ancestors.
There is a skill in asking for rice, and most people can ask for rice.
It's just that normal people have strong yang energy. After asking for rice, the yang energy left by ghosts will hurt the body and cause serious illness. Not everyone can bear this disease.
The most important thing about Wenmi is not serious illness.
Another name for it is the upper body. What you fear most is not the yin energy brought by ghosts, but the ghosts that feel comfortable living on your body and won’t leave!
My grandma asked Mi at that time, and I saw her once. She was very good at Taoism. She could use the ghost to drive away ghosts when she met them.
Moreover, grandma’s house enshrines a heavenly master from the underworld, one for each kid.
And me?
I'm the onion!
Let me ask Mi directly, or passively, this is not going to kill me.
Before Lao Tzu succeeds in the Great Way, he will perish in the Middle Way!
This won't work!
I bit my tongue bit by bit using the little strength I had.
This is not about committing suicide!
The tip of the tongue is the most ferocious and yang-filled part of the human body.
And the most ferocious thing about blood on the tip of the tongue is the tongue tip of a boy like me!
Unexpectedly, after more than twenty years of guarding oneself as a jade, it was finally time to practice hard.
My tongue hurt. Just when I had some strength, the old man suddenly stopped leaving.
His rough, linen-like hands turned around my head: "Did you see that? That means I want to find a wife for my son. Isn't she pretty?"
"Hey! What does this have to do with you kid? Stop your spit!"
I nodded and saw the woman in front of me. She couldn't be called beautiful, but I hadn't seen anyone like her in the past twenty years.
She is not beautiful, but seeing her will give men the courage to protect her.
I was curious as to why such a river lotus appeared here. I paused from hurting myself, and my mind turned around, and a plan emerged to kill two birds with one stone.
The old man was full of smiles and looked at the shy woman sitting on the ground: "Daughter-in-law, don't worry, I will let you meet my son right now."
"When you give me a grandson, our Jin family's property will be yours!"
"Don't think that the old man is just a security guard. He is just an ordinary person who doesn't know the goods. On the Yin and Yang Road, my Yang family is the best!"
"Don't be anxious! Don't be anxious!"
The old man was not gentle at all and left me next to the girl.
The little girl's eyes were red with grievance, and she leaned on the table and looked at me. It seemed that she had also fallen into the old man's scheme.
Although I have never practiced Taoism, due to my physical constitution, I always have stronger antibodies against such underworld things: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person!"
As the words fell, the little girl’s tears also fell, falling on my face drop by drop.
"Don't cry, don't cry in front of me! I'm such a good person, your tears are falling into my nostrils, I'm drowning!"
I moved my face anxiously, but as soon as I made a small movement, the little girl burst into tears.
I feel despair in my heart. It is a good thing to die in a woman's arms, but this is not the way to die.
I could only move my head desperately. After all, in this scene, lying in the arms of a girl and saying that I am a good person, no matter how silly and sweet the girl is, I can’t believe it!
"Here, son, come see your wife!"
Hearing Old Man Jin's voice, I lay on the girl's lap and pretended to be dead, not daring to move anymore.
Old Man Jin put on strange clothes, colorful and colorful, but he didn't look like an ordinary person. Some people in the TV series looked like people from the Qing Dynasty, but not entirely.
Only then did I see clearly that the old man had braids from the Qing Dynasty.
I cursed in my heart. Two days ago, I met a ghost who said I was one of my own. Now I met an old immortal who had lived for who knows how long and said I was his son.
Ever since I got involved in the Yin and Yang Road, it has become increasingly difficult.
The old man put a photo of his unlucky son on the table in front of me, surrounded by white cloth. The strange white cloths together looked like an auditorium for worshiping heaven and earth, but there was no red to add to the celebration.
It looks extremely strange.
Two white candles are the only light in the darkness.
I saw clearly the appearance of the young man in the portrait and was secretly surprised.
I saw this young man last night.
At the crossroads, he was already floating in the air. I thought he was an old ghost who had been dead for who knows how many years, but he didn't expect that he was the son of Old Man Jin.
Old Man Jin stared at his son's portrait for a long time, with red eyes: "I have a son when I am old, and it hurts so much to give birth to a son."
"Who knew that the sins committed by our ancestors were so serious that this child would not live to be twenty years old!"
"But the bloodline of my old Jin family cannot be cut off on me!"
I secretly cursed this old antique. I don’t know what era it is. Does his family have a throne?
The old man held the drum in his hand: "I haven't sung for a long time. Today the old man will give you a duet!"
"Hey hey hey hey hey hey~"
"boom!"
Old Man Jin sounded a drum.
In the lobby where the door is closed, the wind is blowing!
