"Director, this boss is very stubborn and will really not agree to your request. Otherwise, if we find another company, maybe we can still have a good discussion?"
Before the old man could speak, the fat man couldn't help it. He was really afraid that the old man would jump up and curse.
At that time, he insisted on buying a paper cow painted with blood on his fingertips. The old man kicked him and Taoist Qingyun out, telling them that they would never be able to buy it.
It can be seen that this old man is not easy to mess with.
After all, the other party is just an ordinary person, and the fat man can't really care about anything with the other party.
Unexpectedly, Feng Yun spoke very straightforwardly when he opened his mouth, not even giving the fat man a chance to greet the old man first. He was really afraid that the old man would be disrespectful to the director.
"It's okay, my boss, Mr. Dadu, won't care about this with me!"
Seeing that the fat man was really anxious, Feng Yun waved his hand gently, indicating that he could calm down first, and then said calmly, seemingly unaffected by what the fat man said.
Then, while the fat man was stunned, the old man looked Feng Yun up and down for a long time before saying, "Since you have spoken, then do it yourself!"
So, just do it yourself?
After a heavy knock on his head, the fat man felt that he was too stupid. Why didn't he ask more questions at that time?
What he didn't know was that even if he and Taoist Master Qingyun requested that they could do it themselves, the boss would not agree.
There is a kind of thing that only certain people can do, especially when it comes to paper tying, but not just anyone can get started. If one person doesn't do it well, it will cost his life.
"Sorry boss!"
Facing the old man's inspection, Feng Yun didn't even frown. He just stood casually and let him inspect him. Then, after the old man spoke, Feng Yun showed that he had expected it and did not notice it at all. what is the problem.
"follow me!"
The boss led the way and led Feng Yun into a small courtyard behind the shop. There was a room in the east of the small courtyard. It was very strange. There was only one door and no windows, and even that door was black. Even Even the walls were painted with black paint.
Although Fatty has seen countless houses, he has never seen such a pure black house. Moreover, standing here and looking at it, it always feels very eerie and has an indescribable feeling.
While the fat man was still thinking, Feng Yun had already followed the old man to the door of the room.
The old man stopped and looked back at the fat man, "You can't follow me in, just wait outside!"
Fatty: "..."
What the hell?
Why can't I go in myself?
He wanted to roar angrily at the old man, but seeing Feng Yun's calm look, the fat man got offended.
"Okay, Director, I'll wait for you here!"
With a forced smile on his face, the fat man said to Feng Yun seriously.
Nodding towards the fat man, Feng Yun walked into the room.
The old man walked behind and immediately closed the door after entering.
Since this room didn't even have a window, Fatty really had no way of seeing what Feng Yun and the others were doing inside.
In the room, the old man turned on a dim light, and Feng Yun saw that the entire room was filled with various kinds of paper. So many papers were piled together, and it looked like in the dim room, It's really a bit permeable.
"Since you dare to ask for the blood on your fingertips to depict a paper cow, you must be aware of the taboos involved. In that case, I won't say anything more. There is a framed paper cow in the corner. You can Choose one, here is the paper you need, take it as you wish.
I won't help you, you must finish it yourself within an hour, otherwise, all your efforts will be wasted.
You have to think carefully about the paper-shaped cow drawn with blood on your fingertips. Once you start, you can't stop. Even if there are mistakes in the middle, you have to continue to draw the paper-made cow until the paper-made cow is completely completed..."
The old man pulled up a small bench and sat down in the corner. In the already dark room, he sat in the corner again. If you didn't look carefully, you really couldn't see his presence.
After explaining a few words to Feng Yun and making sure that Feng Yun listened, the old man stopped talking.
It seemed that he was persuading Feng Yun, but rather, the old man also wanted to see someone draw a paper-pricked cow with blood from his fingertips.
After all, if you are not an expert, you would not dare to start this thing.
"Thank you boss for reminding me, I know it myself!"
Having come to this place, it is naturally impossible to regret anything. As Feng Yun said this, he pulled out a paper frame from the pile of paper.
Leisurely sat down where the paper was, with the frame of the paper in front of him. Feng Yun stared at the paper carefully for a while before picking up a piece of paper. The mixed paste was placed next to it. Feng Yun then picked up the brush and started brushing carefully bit by bit.
——
For the first time, Fatty felt that the waiting time was infinitely long.
The director has been in that small dark room for a long time, why hasn't he come out yet?
Just after he had squatted on the ground and counted the ants countless times, the fat man heard the sound of Tian Lai opening the door.
Feng Yun walked out of the room, holding a paper cow in his hand, right?
It's just that the paper-wrapped cow was covered with a layer of black cloth, so the fat man couldn't see it clearly.
"Director, did you really do it yourself?"
He quickly walked up to him and took the paper cow from Feng Yun's hand. The fat man couldn't help but sigh.
"If I had known earlier, I would have made it myself. You, the provincial director, made a trip yourself and made paper cows by yourself!"
Fatty was still a little aggrieved that he didn't know how to adapt to this matter. Why did his brain fail at the critical moment?
All of this, no matter how you look at it, is outrageous.
"You are useless. Even if you want to do it yourself, I will refuse!"
Before Feng Yun had time to speak, the old man spoke first.
Obviously what the boss said was just a fact, but the fat man was a little bit defensive. He just stabbed the cow with a piece of paper, and he didn't have blood on his fingertips. Isn't it a very simple thing to portray this thing?
Perhaps anticipating the fat man's mentality at this time, Feng Yun simply walked between the two people, blocking the fat man's gaze from the old man, and said seriously: "Fat man, time is running out, let's go to the City God's Temple first!"
When it came to business, the fat man almost immediately forgot about his unhappiness, took the paper and stabbed the cow, and they went out.
Just when he was putting down the paper cow and preparing to get in the car, the fat man remembered that he hadn't paid for the paper cow yet.
"Boss, how much does this paper cow cost? I'll pay now!"
He hurriedly asked the old man, the fat man didn't want to take things and leave without paying, something like this would happen to him.
"This gentleman has already been paid!"
The old man who had returned behind the counter suddenly heard the fat man shouting about paying, looked up at him, and then said this.
After saying that, without looking at the fat man's reaction, the old man lowered his head to look at the account book.
The fat man was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously got into the car, and then turned to look at Feng Yun who was sitting in the back, "Director, I don't think I saw you paying? Why did this old man say you paid? "
Although payment and remuneration have the same meaning, for some reason, Fatty feels that Feng Yun's remuneration is definitely not payment.
"Go back, Taoist Priest Qingyun and the others are still waiting for us!"
Without answering the fat man's question, Feng Yun just naturally changed the topic and urged.
Knowing that Feng Yun was not going to tell him, the fat man suppressed his curiosity even though he was still very curious, stepped on the accelerator and rushed to the City God's Temple.
The director is right, they still have very important things to do. Compared with the big things, this little thing is really nothing.
At the City God's Temple, Taoist Priest Qingyun and Old Smoker have prepared everything according to Feng Yun's requirements.
Just inside the main hall, the incense table was set up, and the faint sandalwood kept burning. The green smoke went up, but disappeared inexplicably less than one meter above the sandalwood.
The city god is not here, the evil spirits are here, and the sandalwood cannot communicate with yin and yang. Naturally, this incense has no way to get out.
Lao Yangui and Taoist Priest Qingyun leaned on the door frame of the hall respectively, watching the people who came and went from the punishment department and sent away the bones.
The Forensic Laboratory Department has been working hard to conduct separate tests on these bones to verify DNA and determine the identity of the deceased.
Almost the entire Lujiang County Criminal Division police force has gathered here.
As more and more bones were transported, Qian Mu's face became more and more ugly.
The results of the first skeleton sent to the laboratory department have almost come out. The deceased was about thirty-two-three years old. He died more than a year ago, but the bones turned into white bones for some unexplainable reason.
The bones at the back not only need to be tested on various parts, but also the bones that have been mixed together need to be separated and then pieced together into the original set of bones.
From a scientific point of view, forensic doctors say that it is absolutely impossible for these corpses to turn into white bones in a short period of time. However, right now, so many corpses have lost their flesh and blood and turned into white bones.
The glistening white bones were placed in the laboratory department like this. Just thinking about it gave them a rare chill.
The news from the forensic doctor made Qian Mu's already painful head hurt even more. This place has now become a focus. Countless people are looking forward to the Criminal Division to restore the truth. Qian Mu only thinks of Alexander.
Rubbing his temples, Qian Mu left the ancient well where the body was still being salvaged, and instead went to the main hall.
At that time, he seemed to have heard that the director of the polling bureau had come over. The old smoker and Taoist priest Qingyun were busy doing something in the main hall.
"You two, what are you doing by decorating these in the hall?"
After walking over here, Feng Yun saw what looked like two guardians standing on the left and right, Lao Yangui and Taoist Priest Qingyun. He looked into the main hall and Qian Mu was very curious.
There is obviously an incense table in the main hall, but they bought another one. Isn't this a waste?
"I don't know. We'll find out when the director comes. Captain Qian, have you done it? Have all the bones been salvaged?
Let me remind you that the well water below is living water. It is getting dark now. It is better for you to do the salvage work as soon as possible. Ten o'clock at the latest. Even if the salvage has not been completed, you need to stop all actions and wait for daylight tomorrow. Keep going! "
There was a lot of yin energy in the well water. No one could guarantee what would happen at night. Just in case, the old smoker still reminded Qian Mu.
No matter what the director is planning to do, they must not be disturbed. The old smoker and the others naturally have to protect the director and may not be able to take Qian Mu and the others into consideration.
To be on the safe side, it would be the safest thing to ask Qian Mu to stop all actions.
Hearing what the old smoker said, Qian Mu, who originally wanted to ask about the matter again, calmed down immediately. Time was urgent, so he should deal with this matter first.
As for what the people in the polling bureau are going to do, I can't control it.
Feng Yun and Fatty walked over one after the other.
"Director!"
Taoist Priest Qingyun and Old Smoker immediately stepped forward to greet Feng Yun.
Walking into the main hall, looking at the dark lotus platform, Feng Yun directly threw three fire talismans onto it.
When the fire talisman landed on the lotus platform, it immediately burned and dispelled the darkness.
As the flames burned, a snake with eight heads seemed to flash past.
The old smoker and the others all saw the phantom of the Yamata no Orochi, and subconsciously, they were about to take action.
At the critical moment, Feng Yun stopped their movements.
"There is just a little bit of its spiritual consciousness here. Now it has returned to the original body of the Yamata no Orochi. Now I need to go to the underworld and invite the City God again. You must be careful and don't let anyone disturb me.
After the rooster crows, if I haven't woken up yet, you can just throw this fire talisman on me and let my body burn. "
After the snake shadow disappeared, it was clear this time that there was nothing on the lotus platform.
"Director, you want to go to the underworld to invite the City God? Then do we have to prepare the City God's statue in advance?"
Fatty remembered clearly that there was no statue of the City God in the purchase list that Feng Yun sent them. Moreover, they did not know where the original statue of the City God had been moved. When the time came, Feng Yun really invited the City God back. We also need to arrange a place for the City God, right?
"No need to prepare, I have already found where the original City God statue is. When the time comes, the new City God will naturally solve the statue problem.
Remember, after I start casting the spell, no matter what happens, you can't disturb me, you just need to watch! "
The statue has cracked, so of course it cannot be used directly. Feng Yun needs to take the statue into the underworld. There is always someone in the underworld who can solve this problem.
As he spoke, Feng Yun waved to the fat man and motioned for him to bring over the paper-wrapped cow. (End of chapter)
