Ten minutes later, I took out my phone.
On the screen was a sickly face, with dull and whitish skin, black lips, messy eyebrows, and eyelids covered with freckles.
Even if Xu Fangnian and Tang Quan stand in front of me now, they can't recognize who I am.
This is a makeup look.
It is not convenient to carry gongs, bangzi and yellow paper with me. Other small items, such as makeup boxes for makeup and a series of knives for shaving my head, are all used to be close to my body.
He got up and left the construction site and walked back a street.
There are pedestrians on the road, and the traffic volume is much larger.
After hailing a taxi, I gave an address that was engraved in my bones.
Most taxi drivers are talkative, but this guy just glanced at me from time to time and didn't even talk to me.
The environment outside the car window became more and more familiar, and finally it stopped on a noisy street in the city center.
It is no exaggeration to describe this place as busy with traffic and crowded with people.
I stood under a banyan tree on the side of the road. Thin aerial roots hung from the trunk and swayed in the wind.
In front of me is a bookstore. On the third floor above, the windows are sealed with anti-theft nets. There are many potted plants and a birdcage hanging on it.
The third floor is my uncle's house.
Sun Dahai is the uncle's name, and Sun Zhuo is the cousin's name.
Just like this address, it is deeply ingrained in my bones.
Just looking at this window sill, you will definitely think that the people living inside love life.
In fact, there is a family of demons living there.
I didn't come here just to look, I came here to make sure of one thing.
My uncle and cousin still live here.
There is no way to kill someone in Jiu Liu Jutsu. The method I am thinking of right now is to pry open my uncle's mouth and get the method of entrusting my life to the twelve houses.
No matter how they took my things, I will get them back!
However, everything is not that simple. Judging from Old Qintou's instructions, there is a high probability that my cousin has learned the skills through the destiny of Chu Yang Shen.
You have to think long term.
In a head-on fight, there is a high probability that I will not be my opponent.
Just as I was about to leave, suddenly, a familiar figure walked out of the crowd and stopped in front of the bookstore.
"Old Liu, where is the book I want?" The slightly hoarse voice was extremely harsh, or at least it hurt my ears!
My pupils narrowed and I stared at his back.
He was holding a plastic bag filled with meat and vegetables in one hand, and tapping the books placed in the outside area with the other hand, looking leisurely and at ease.
"Haha, Lao Sun, I have prepared it for you early in the morning. Oh, there are mutton chops and fish. The food is very good." The bookstore owner is very fat, and his glasses frame is almost squeezed into the flesh. He handed a thick old book with blue cover to Sun Dahai.
"Haha, fish and sheep are fresh. Isn't this my son back? I'll prepare two delicious dishes and have some wine. Let's go."
Sun Dahai turned around and was about to enter the alley next to the bookstore.
Suddenly, he stopped.
In an instant, I moved my body and was behind the banyan tree, and turned my back to face the street.
The feeling of gaze lasted for a moment, and it seemed like Sun Dahai glanced at me.
I stood frozen for almost a minute before turning around again.
Sun Dahai has disappeared.
My breathing was heavier than ever before, and my eyelids couldn't help but beat wildly.
Actually, I don’t have to turn around.
Makeup is different from other makeup. The deceased pays attention to the dignity of death. Generally, the face of the deceased has shrunk, or has been injured, and is full of seams and scars, so thick makeup powder must be used.
Sun Dahai hasn't seen me in ten years, and he definitely doesn't recognize my figure or appearance.
What I'm afraid of is that when I see his face, I can't help but want to take action!
He must be an ordinary person. It would be absolutely easy for me to catch him!
However, the current time and environment do not allow me to alert the enemy.
After a while, I finally suppressed the hatred and walked away.
After walking for a few minutes, I felt a thorn in my back again.
Someone is clearly following me!
Discovered?
My pupils tightened, my pace quickened, and then faster!
It feels like a tarsal maggot that I can't get rid of!
There happened to be an alley at the end of the street, sandwiched between two shops, so I ducked in.
With a touch of his hand, the razor was hidden silently in his palm.
As a result, I waited for several minutes and no one came in.
When I walked out of the alley, the feeling of following me disappeared...
Being followed is definitely not a coincidence.
Judging from the few words he said before, Sun Dahai still lives in that old house. Sun Zhuo should live elsewhere and does not come back often.
Is someone protecting Sun Zhuo or Sun Dahai?
It's not surprising that they took so much of the Luo family's property and hired a few more bodyguards.
Fortunately, even if I were discovered this time, there was no way they would know who I was.
A plan is gradually forming in my mind.
I walked a long way before taking a taxi.
These details were taught to me by Lao Qintou.
Digging graves to borrow corpses and shaving the heads of dead people, we would never be in a nearby village.
Traces and traces will be carefully erased after every incident.
Instead of going back to Lingshui Street, the car parked in Ping An, which was planted with ginkgo trees.
After getting off the car, I hurried into my villa.
In broad daylight, the villa was quiet and quiet, with a cool feeling.
I walked to the memorial site of my parents and stood there in a daze for a few seconds before lighting a stick of incense.
Then I went to the bathroom on the east side of the living room. I cleaned off the makeup on my face and my eyes were bloodshot.
I closed my eyes.
Going home has only one purpose.
My mother has suffered here for too long and she should have been freed long ago.
Tang Qianqian was here that day. I didn't understand her situation at the time, so I had some concerns and happened to leave with her.
It's been ten years, and she shouldn't continue to suffer from resentment.
If I can make her regain her consciousness, I might still know a lot of information that Tang Quan can't give her!
When he opened his eyes, the bloodshot eyes had softened a lot.
Exited from the bathroom and returned to the front of the mourning hall.
I took out another flat piece of paper from my close-fitting pocket, two centimeters thick and about a palm wide.
I quickly opened the piece of paper and shook it several times. An extremely large piece of paper appeared in my hand.
This paper is different from the yellow paper used by ordinary paper folders.
Ordinary yellow paper needs to be flat and should not be wrinkled in front of the person tying it. Use special tying methods to attract special ghosts.
Now this piece of paper is the leather paper used to prick Lao Qin's head and prick the Eight Immortals who carried the coffin.
The pulp is made from Yinshan bamboo and human skin ground into minced meat.
Because of its sufficient toughness, even if it is pressed, there will be almost no traces and will not affect the shape of the paper tie.
His hands folded quickly, and in about half an hour, a paper figure appeared in front of him.
This paper man is only slightly shorter than me.
The face without facial features is only the size of a palm, and the overall body shape seems to be that of a woman.
I squeezed the wound on my finger and was about to wink.
At this moment, crisp applause suddenly came from behind!
The thorny feeling in the back appeared again!
My expression suddenly changed and I turned my head sharply.
There was a woman standing at the door of the villa, with curly bangs on her forehead, curly hair shawl, phoenix eyes, and red lips.
The slender windbreaker and long boots accentuate the tall figure.
This woman is beautiful.
Also, she is dangerous!
Although I hadn’t seen her before, her coldness was exactly the same, so she must be the one following me outside the bookstore!
I obviously dumped her? !
"It's weird, isn't it? You obviously feel like you've abandoned me, but why do you still let me follow you?"
Her voice was pleasant, and her eyes swept over the paper knots I made, showing strong appreciation.
Before she finished speaking, she added, "I feel weird too."
"It seems that you are less than 20 years old, but you have mastered the essence of spiritualism and ghost shaving, and you have no scruples in destroying the son of such an old boss, making a place that is usually bustling with business become so gloomy."
"You are incredibly brave!"
"You can even put on your make-up. You have this make-up on your face that looks like a farewell to a dead person. Are you not afraid of the evil spirit?"
I immediately understood that she was not following me from Sun Dahai.
"Did You Feng ask you to take revenge?"
I squinted my eyes slightly, and the razor slipped into my hand silently.
I'm not sure what the man in front of me is capable of.
I can only be sure that she is definitely not simple.
After following me for two full days, I didn't notice it.
"Little brother, you are too sensitive. It seems that you have many enemies. It is not rational to make enemies everywhere." The woman's voice was charming.
"If I were not afraid that you would attack ordinary people again, I would not reveal my presence for you to discover."
"And I've already asked someone to investigate your background."
"Listen to my sister's advice and don't be so showy. Also, you can't afford to offend the ghosts in this villa."
"I was not sent by your enemy, but by talent."
"You're dying."
The woman's tone was more charming, but the last word was too cold.
