Ye Sanqi said calmly: "I'll go with you tonight."
I can feel the conflict in Ye Sanqi's heart. The moment before his master died, he wanted to help him become the founder of Qimen, but he also regarded me as a tool.
Ye Sanqi didn't think so. In his eyes, master and disciple were like father and son. He can let me establish cause and effect with Le Wu'er, but he must take over the cause and effect.
I smiled and looked at Ye Sanqi: "Master, didn't you say not to interfere in Tianshu? That will only make things more and more troublesome. Can't you come out again when I need you?" "
"You need me now!" Ye Sanqi pushed the dish in front of me with a sullen face: "Eat, sleep, when the time comes, I will call you."
Ye Sanqi asked me to sleep, but I kept practicing Kong Men'er's magic hand.
Ye Sanqi once told me: Art can be divided into Jianghu art and Xuanmen art. Once the hands, eyes, and body are mastered through martial arts training, other things will almost be mastered as well. Just like the eyesight and techniques practiced by Kongmen, they are still applicable to the side door.
The Xuanmen art is different. Each Xuanmen art has its own method and its own secret technique. No one can necessarily restrain the other. It only depends on the level of cultivation.
I haven't even scratched the surface of Xuanmen skills now. If I don't seize the time to practice the magic hand, won't I be holding back Ye Sanqi?
When I practiced until about ten o'clock, Ye Sanqi came to call me out. He took me to the entrance of the alley. It happened to be eleven o'clock, exactly one minute.
Ye Sanqi stopped and suddenly said: "Hold up the umbrella!"
Hold an umbrella?
It's midnight, it's not raining, and there's no sun, so what are you doing holding an umbrella?
Now that Ye Sanqi said that, I had no choice but to open the umbrella and hold it above my head.
Ye Sanqi said: "The disciples of the Qi Sect are here. Gods, please stay away!"
Originally, there was a sudden movement on the deserted street. There was a clanking sound of pots and bowls coming from the place closest to me. It sounded like someone was packing up a stall and withdrawing from the market, but I couldn't help but Not a soul was in sight.
When I was looking for someone nearby, I saw Lei Wu'er running over with his back bent: "Mr. Ye, I didn't expect that you came here in person. Look what happened..."
Lei Wu'er should have been here a long time ago, but he felt guilty and never dared to come.
He came to me to do business, which is different from Ye Sanqi.
When you come to me, we are doing business behind Master's back. If we get the money, it is me and Lei Wu'er who split the accounts. When Ye Sanqi comes, he is doing business in partnership with Ye Sanqi. After making money, he will pay Ye Sanqi back. .
In this way, he cannot take advantage.
I guess Leifu'er was scolding me in his mind.
Ye Sanqi said lightly: "Lead the way!"
Lei Wu'er hesitated for a moment, then carefully took out a piece of yellow incense from his body and lit it with a match. He groped for the cracks in the bricks on the street and inserted the incense sticks. He knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing to Huang Xiang.
I quietly counted and found that the place where he placed the incense was the fifth crack in the bricks from the distant clock tower, counting from the left. Le5er was just touching the cracks in the bricks on the ground.
After Lai Wuer bowed several times in succession, the burning speed of the yellow incense suddenly increased sharply, and sparks even appeared on the incense head like a fuse.
The fire spots that fell on the ground were still beating, and several nearby green bricks were illuminated red by the fire spots.
At first glance, it looks like someone lit a lantern in the air, illuminating the street from top to bottom.
When I looked up and looked forward, it turned out to be a deserted street. In just a short time, it turned into a deserted night market.
The stalls at the night market were still there, but there were no traders behind them. Only the oil lamp in front of the stalls was still burning.
The wonton stall closest to me had three white porcelain bowls upside down, and the chopsticks on the sides of the bowls had been collected together. It seemed that the boss wanted to close the stall and leave, but he left the stall before he finished his work. Do other things.
I looked at Ye Sanqi in shock: Could it be that his words of "please avoid the gods" just now scared everyone at the stall away?
When Leibou'er saw the lights on the street, he quickly stood up and said carefully in a lowered voice: "Follow me, you two. If you can't breathe on the way, don't breathe. If you can't hold it in any longer, you'll lower your head and block it with your hands." Hold your mouth and take two deep breaths, then hold your breath back."
Lei Wu'er said nonchalantly: "Don't look at the stalls on both sides. They are not for living people. Don't be greedy for roadside snacks, no matter how fragrant they are. You can't eat those things."
I followed Ye Sanqi forward, but kept looking on both sides. The clothes on the clothes stall beside the road were clearly shrouds and shoes. The smell of incense on the clothes could be smelled from a distance.
It is said in "Ghost Book" that the only clothes of a person that can be sold at a high price in the underworld are the shrouds worn during burial. Likewise, ghosts will not sell their shrouds unless absolutely necessary.
A ghost who can sell his shroud is likely to become a "poor god" and be driven by the person who bought his shroud to destroy people's luck.
There were at least twenty shrouds placed on that stall, indicating that the owner of this stall was by no means an ordinary person.
Lai Wu'er was still chattering in front of him: "When you two walk, look at the soles of your feet and don't let anyone trip. If you trip on this street, you won't be able to get up."
I subconsciously looked at my feet and saw that the shadow of Lei Wu'er was gone. However, the shadows of Ye Sanqi and I were blocked by the black umbrellas above our heads. Only an umbrella shadow could be seen on the ground.
I immediately turned back and looked towards the street entrance, only to see Lei Wuer kneeling upright in front of Huang Xiang, whose face was completely drained of color. Although his eyes were wide open, they seemed to be trapped. It’s popularity has been wiped out, and it’s also terrifyingly empty.
It was the ghost of Leifu'er who entered the street. No wonder he could always talk.
After I came in, I kept holding my breath according to Le Wu'er's words, but now I couldn't hold it in any longer.
Ye Sanqi said calmly: "When it's time to breathe, just breathe normally. You don't have to listen to him."
I tried to exhale, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw a few more figures on the stall nearby. When I turned around to look, those figures had all disappeared.
Only, at a noodle stall in the distance, there was a man wearing an apron and looking like a boss. He smiled at me, took out a pair of bloody intestines from under the noodle stall, and threw them into the boiling water pot next to him. Inside, he stirred the water in the pot with a spoon and said slowly: "Are you two hungry? Come here and have a bowl of noodles!"
Lei Wuer said anxiously: "Don't look at him! Go forward, everything here is inedible. Especially the things on the noodle stall, you can't touch them."
But Ye Sanqi walked straight to the noodle stall: "I happen to be hungry, give me a bowl of noodles."
