I didn't leave, I didn't say a word, I just looked at Uncle Huang.
After about a minute or two, Uncle Huang sighed softly: "You have a special status. Chuying told me more or less that you are not suitable to deal with people in supervision. If you stay here for a while, you should leave."
After saying that, Uncle Huang walked out.
He quickly disappeared at the gate of the City God's Temple.
Si Ye disappeared.
Just like every time he appears as a ghost, he leaves with the same ghost.
I turned my head and looked at the statue of the City God, and the feeling of congestion in my heart became stronger.
Something happened to Tsubaki.
At first, Huang Si cared a lot about her and even talked about her special status.
But when Qijia Village was involved, a Category B prison that was even worse than the unfinished building, he changed his attitude.
Do not hesitate to choose Mingzhe to protect yourself.
Although Uncle Huang wants to take care of him, he can only take care of the plague ghosts. For Chu Ying, he just says that there is more misfortune than good...
In the sight, although the colors of the statue are colorful, the coldness revealed is extremely strong.
Is this an exception, or is this the case for everyone in this industry?
The heart is so cold and the love is so weak?
I closed my eyes for a long time before I calmed down.
When I opened my eyes again, there was only indifference in them.
One person can be an exception, but if there are many people, then it is no longer an exception, it is the "rule" of this industry.
For Uncle Huang, the mentality of respecting the elders has become less.
I'm afraid his kindness to me stems from my help to the City God Temple and my potential role.
After walking out of the gate of Chenghuang Temple, I went straight to the road.
However, his pupils shrank slightly as he thought of something.
Turning around, I walked from the side of the City God's Temple to its end, where it connects to the foot of the mountain.
There are still traces of the previous digging by Tata Ying and I. After quickly digging through the soil, I dug out a red and white chamber pot.
I don't know when the moon came out, and the wild rice light shone on the chamber pot, but there were many rust marks on the chamber pot.
Several of the cinnabar ropes wrapped around the mouth of the pot covered the surface of the pot, and the copper coins were still covered with blood beads.
I quickly turned the pot over and poured out the dirt inside.
For a moment, I squinted my eyes slightly and thought faster.
Uncle Huang once reminded me that when dealing with ghosts, I should be careful not to be attacked by ghosts.
In fact, I don’t have any dealings with the headless woman at all. It was just arranged by Lao Qintou. I don’t know her at all.
Lao Gong is a very strange poor man.
After using Scutellaria baicalensis and other men, he emptied the money of the entire urban village.
After I met him, he said several things, including that Tang Qianqian was arrested, people plotted against me, ghosts plotted against me...
All these things have come true!
There is a saying that I don’t want to hear a lot of nonsense, just because I’m afraid that Old Gong will get involved in it.
But in this situation, no one can help me.
No one wants to take care of Chuying. They really let her fend for herself and seek happiness for herself...
I can't ignore it.
And Lao Gong...if he can be controlled, he can help me a lot if he tells me some information that is beneficial to me!
After my thoughts settled, I removed the cinnabar rope and copper coins tied to the mouth of the chamber pot.
A faint gray air lingers in the mouth of the pot.
However, it is difficult to take shape in a short period of time.
Lao Gong was scattered too many times, and the Soul Locking Technique interfered with its condensation, making his soul body extremely weak.
I'm afraid that after a while, he will become a wandering soul. Even if he takes shape, he will still have no consciousness.
I took out a piece of human skin paper from my pocket.
After unfolding it, fold it to a quarter size, and then start folding the paper man.
Soon, an arm-high paper man appeared in my hand.
I bit my index finger and nodded.
Then he placed the paper figure next to the chamber pot.
The scarlet eyes were lifeless at first, and soon the gray energy lingered on the paper man.
The paper man suddenly trembled, and the paper head changed its appearance. Isn't it the wrinkled face of Lao Gong?
His eyes were not as lively as before. He turned numbly and his eyes fell on me.
The next second, his eyes were full of horror, and with a bang, the paper man's head collapsed and turned into a lifeless paper man again.
I frowned.
Is this old Gong so afraid of me?
I didn't say anything, let alone take any action, and he just scared away his soul?
My index finger swiped across the paper man's lips, and I clearly felt the suction, and my body felt a little exhausted.
The next second, Lao Gong's head once again replaced the paper head. The corners of his mouth were bright red, and he stretched out his tongue and licked it twice.
The thief eyes stared at me and kept turning.
But deep in his eyes, there was still panic.
I also know that Lao Gong is so afraid because he suffered too many losses at my hands.
"I don't mean any harm, I'm just asking for your help. If you can help me, I will let you go." I said calmly.
Lao Gong said nothing, his eyes still rolling, and his panic turned into cunning thinking.
This made my heart sink slightly.
Suddenly, big beads of sweat broke out on Lao Gong's wrinkled head.
The ghost's sweat is also condensed with Yin energy, and its color is gray.
The next second, Old Gong swooped into the chamber pot.
The chamber pot trembled, and the rust on the surface was restored to its original state.
I frowned and stared at the bottom of the chamber pot.
Old Gong huddled there, and the paper man was crushed.
The cunning in his eyes disappeared, and the panic was even stronger than before!
He didn't have a body. If he had one, he would be sweating by now.
Without saying much, he tied the chamber pot to my waist and walked towards the roadside.
A cold, stinging feeling kept coming from my waist.
The chamber pot trembled even more, and Lao Gong's trembling and dry voice echoed in my ears.
"I want to die... I want to die..."
"I'm not going! I'm not going!"
With a rustling sound, a paper hand came out of the chamber pot and grabbed my waist!
I casually sealed the mouth of the chamber pot with a talisman.
The hand retracted with a swish, and the shout disappeared.
This talisman does no harm to ghosts, it only has a blocking effect.
Uncle Huang told me roughly that Lao Gong could only judge certain things by seeing a person's luck.
But I think it might be more than that.
He obviously knew what I was going to do, so he was so panicked.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't agree to me now. When we get to Qijia Village, if he doesn't agree to me again, I will feed him to hell.
In a blink of an eye, I walked to the side of the road.
There are not many people in this place. If you can't get a taxi, you can only walk towards the city.
The sense of following is still there, which makes me frown a little.
Manager Yang and I have already communicated, so what's the point of them still following me?
After walking for about half an hour, I arrived at a slightly populated area in the suburbs. I took a taxi and asked for Qijia Village in the southern suburbs of the city.
The driver was frightened and said not to pull, and the car sped off.
I frowned, and then I thought about it. There was a lot of talk about ghosts in Qijia Village, and after so many years, the rumors among ordinary people must be even more miraculous.
Taxi drivers are considered local snakes, so they are definitely not very willing to go.
After stopping several times, there was still nothing I could do, so I had to call Manager Yang and ask him about the landmark buildings near Qijia Village.
Over the phone: "..."
