She is not only telling lies! Still arousing my emotions!
A few words completely aroused my hatred for Sun Dahai and his family!
Unconsciously, I also revealed something!
Chuying turned around and looked at the river, stretching out her hands as if to catch the river wind.
She said quietly: "I want to help you, but you want to kill me. For a while, I didn't dare to approach you."
"What is your purpose?" I frowned.
"Didn't I say that I have great goals, but you may not be able to do it."
"What good will it do to you to help me?" I asked.
"I guess you have guessed it, but you are asking the question knowingly." Chuying said softly, as if he had a well-thought-out answer.
My eyelids twitched even more fiercely, and they couldn't help but twitch.
In addition to teaching me Jiu Liushu, Lao Qintou also taught me a few things, which is to avoid smart and beautiful women.
Men are like steel, but some women are like bones.
The firefly in front of me is clearly obsessed with me.
And what she threw out was even more difficult for me to refuse.
For example, more information about Sun Zhuo, how to catch Sun Dahai without being discovered!
"Give me the phone." Chuying stretched out her slender hand.
I silently handed her the phone.
After she took it, she shook the screen in my face. After unlocking it, she dialed a number.
Immediately, a bell rang on her body.
"Give it back to you. Give this thing to you too."
In addition to the mobile phone, what Chuying handed me was a small bamboo bag.
"After catching Sun Dahai, take him to a safe place and open it immediately. Otherwise, Sun Zhuo will find you soon."
"Then, no matter what you want to do to Sun Dahai, call me first."
"Sun Dahai is just an ordinary person. I believe that your target is not only him, but also Sun Zhuo."
"Besides, don't worry, only I can find you, not the rest of Huangsi. The reason why Manager Yang wants to target you is because his only brother went crazy after returning from a trip with your parents. However, you have Holding your mother's ghost is a blood grudge, and he won't dare to provoke you for a while."
After saying this, Chuying turned around and walked down the slope with thick leaves along the grass steps.
After she got in the car, the car drove away quickly.
It took me a while to digest all the information.
I was about to save Tsubaki's number, but I found that she had already saved it.
Looking at the bamboo bag in his hand again, a cool breath penetrated his palm.
Tsubaki Ying is also a person who has passed through the Yin, and she also learned the Nine-Ryu Technique.
It's just that there are not just nine kinds of Jiu Liushu. Old Qintou said that nine represents the limit and the maximum in destiny. All the techniques learned through the Yin life are all of the ninth level!
Unknowingly, the sky turned dusk.
I took out the bird carcass sealed in a plastic bag in my pocket and threw it into the Xingjiang River.
The water splashed and the plastic bags floated on the water, heading downstream.
…
When we return to the Tang family's old house, it will be dark.
Several dishes were placed on the wooden table, steaming hot.
Tang Quan was sitting aside smoking, with cigarette butts piled up under him.
"Master." When he saw me, Tang Quan stood up immediately, as if he had a backbone.
I nodded and called Uncle Tang.
"The food has just been prepared, hurry up and eat." Tang Quan motioned for me to come over and sit down.
I was indeed hungry. After sitting down, I picked up my chopsticks to pick up the food.
Tang Quan didn't eat first. When he moved his chopsticks, he glanced at my face cautiously.
"Uncle Tang, don't be surprised. I put on some make-up on myself earlier. I took it off before I came back. I'll be careful not to mess with the Wannian Ship."
Tang Quan nodded, his Adam's apple rolled, and murmured: "Four kinds of nine-level techniques..."
I smiled and didn't say that. Instead, I asked him how the investigation was going.
Tang Quan tightened his chopsticks in his hands and said cautiously: "I really found out a lot of things."
"More than ten years ago, we wanted to build a place for square dancing in the village, so we chose an abandoned house."
"There used to be a five-guarantee household living in that house. After his death, the house remained empty. That time, the village expropriated his land and bulldozed it to build a square."
"That man died of poverty. His surname seems to be Gong."
"But everyone is poor, and the three melons and two dates are still divided up."
At this point, Tang Quan seemed a little nervous.
He lit a cigarette and smoked half of it in one gulp, then said: "Master, do you remember that there was a woman who took the old village chief and told us to move away yesterday, right?"
I nodded.
"The man in her family died of illness in the same year. Her family was also very poor at that time. They were so poor that they didn't even have money to buy medicine."
"But after her husband died, her life became much easier. She even built a small building. People in the village gossiped a lot, saying that if the woman wanted to, the money would come quickly."
Tang Quan exhaled, put out his cigarette butt, and said uneasily: "The two things don't seem to be related, and they have nothing to do with my old house."
I told Tang Quan not to be too nervous and that nothing would happen at home.
Tang Quan finally calmed down a little.
I finished the rest of the meal in a few mouthfuls, and Tang Quan got up to clear away the dishes.
By the time Tang Quan came out of the kitchen, it was already dark.
I asked him to go back to his room to rest and not to go out if he heard any noise.
Tang Quan nodded and limped into the room.
I went back to the house, took out a few pieces of ordinary yellow paper, and folded them into a paper bundle as high as a person.
After I clicked its eyes, I put it into the main room.
Then I removed the cinnabar ropes and dog ashes inside and outside the main room and the courtyard threshold.
As soon as the matter was over, he could see from the corner of his eye that although the Zhizhao in the main room was quiet and motionless, his bloody eyes seemed to come to life, moving around.
When I glanced for a long time, it seemed to notice me and became quiet and motionless.
I returned to the east room, lay quietly on the bed, and closed my eyes.
I didn't sleep, I just closed my eyes and rested.
I don’t know how long it took, but I heard a very slight sound, which was the door opening and tiptoeing footsteps.
Suddenly I opened my eyes, my eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Not quite right.
The information that Tang Quan inquired allowed me to make a preliminary judgment that the poor old Gong was the head in the chamber pot.
The deaths of people in the Tang family and the village were probably due to sharing Lao Gong's remaining inheritance.
Therefore, I dismantled some of the decorations and made origami figures to invite the ghosts out.
This is not his home, and with me as a ghost hunter, Tang Quan is not only sitting on pins and needles living here, but he is also terrified to stay there.
When the poor ghost is gone, the sick ghost has not entered the house in the first place, so it will be easier to deal with.
But when a ghost goes out, there should be footsteps first, and then the sound of the door opening...
The sound was reversed.
That means the ghost didn't leave, but a "person" came!
The sound of tiptoeing footsteps was approaching.
I dug graves at night and developed a very sensitive hearing.
The ghost's steps are like willow leaves caressing the ground, almost silent.
Slowly, I closed my eyes again.
Seconds later, footsteps stopped outside my room.
A tingling sensation came over me, and my sixth sense told me that the other person was looking at me through the window.
