For a time, the atmosphere became stagnant.
Mao Yousan said nothing.
I stared at him closely, my eyes burning.
After a long stalemate, he suddenly said: "Theoretically, it is possible, but in fact, you can't sell him now."
I was stunned and asked, "Why can't it be sold? The theory is fine, so it doesn't break your rules."
"Is it possible that you are afraid of the Taoist priests who supervise you?"
Mao Yousan's face darkened and he said, "What a joke! They are afraid of me!"
I said nothing, but there was deep suspicion in my eyes.
Mao Yousan's expression gradually became uncertain, and he said in a low voice: "That Sun Zhuo just joined Jin Yang's team of supervisory Taoist priests. He was not the supervisor from the beginning, and his master is not under supervision."
"Integrity is the basis of business. I don't know who his master is, so I rashly agreed to you. What if the business fails? I've done something for you again, won't I lose my wife and lose my army?"
It dawned on me.
It turns out that this is what Mao Yousan was worried about.
After all, he's not stupid at all.
"But..." Mao Yousan changed the topic and said quietly: "If you have a way to remove Sun Zhuo from supervision, then this business will be easy to do."
"Taoist priests who supervise must have both virtue and moral character. Once he is abolished, he will be regarded as evil, and the righteous will be punished. If I accept him, it will not offend anyone according to the rules."
"After all, I agreed to some people's conditions not to kill Taoist priests. If I violate it, there will be great dangers."
Mao Yousan touched his chin and said with a smile, "How is it?"
My heart sank slightly.
Sun Zhuo's current situation can be regarded as both moral and moral?
His life was not his own, but was stolen from me.
Just when I thought of this, Mao Yousan reminded me again, asking me not to yell and say that my life was taken away.
Although that is also a way, no one will believe me.
Because my current life is not weak at all after learning the nine techniques of the funeral lineage.
It is impossible for someone to have his yang life taken away from the yang god and still have a yin life that is as heavy as the yin life.
As he spoke, Mao Yousan's curiosity about me became even more intense, and even revealed a sense of research.
I was extremely uncomfortable and asked Mao Yousan not to look at me like that, otherwise we wouldn't have to cooperate. I left here immediately.
Mao Yousan smiled and his eyes became more restrained.
He slapped his lips twice before saying, "Don't blame him for being curious. After all, what happened to me was too bizarre."
Even leaving aside the matter of being killed, he also found that I had lost a trace of my soul and was able to move without any hindrance.
In addition, there was a group of people and ghosts following me secretly.
He could smell the corpse stench on their bodies even from a distance!
Mao Yousan's words made me even more stunned.
He immediately covered his right eye with his hand, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.
Since this time, I have always felt that there is something left on me on the clothes of the dead.
At first I thought it was the sensed blood, but after cleaning it up, the haze still lingered...
Unexpectedly, I actually lost a ray of my soul?
Also, things like humans and ghosts follow me.
In my impression, I have never offended such a person...
"Are you sweating profusely, little brother?"
Mao Yousan shook his bamboo fan at me, looking particularly concerned, and said earnestly:
"Sun Zhuo's place is a deal that needs to be completed. You can completely sell your master. To be honest, what's the use of keeping an old guy who is dead in your eyes?"
"If you don't have my help, things will be serious once the lost strand of soul is eaten. The person who stole your soul will follow the pull of the underworld and eat you whole, taking away your... Good health."
"Also, those people are neither human nor ghosts, and they won't give you any good fruits to eat."
"It seems that what you did is not simple. You actually let them follow you all the time."
My breathing became heavier, I shuddered, and then I remembered another thing.
When I was rescuing Tang Qianqian, I met a man who jumped off the building without fighting me!
At that time, I felt weird. After death, it is impossible for the soul to leave so quickly!
Mao Yousan's so-called human beings, ghosts and ghosts, and the strong smell of corpses, don't they just prove that the person is resurrected through the corpse?
It is completely consistent with my original guess!
I unanimously believe that the blame should be thrown to the City God Temple.
Now it seems that the man is most likely staring at me and not bothering the City God Temple at all.
For a moment, I felt like I could hardly breathe...
Not to mention that the man was difficult to deal with, the dead man's clothes were put on Zhao Kang, and he was in the deep village of Qijia Village.
I have a hard time solving both of these things...
How to plan and let the supervising Taoist priests destroy Sun Zhuo?
At this moment, Mao Yousan said with a bewildering expression: "Haha, when you are under great pressure, you should look for foreign help, and you should give up. I have done several businesses, and they all have no way out. Life is a torment. Since he came to me, he has solved the problem within three days and lived happily for a whole year. It is a huge profit."
"You still have three years, don't you?"
"If a person's life is going to be so bad, why bother lingering? What's wrong with living for three years?"
I remained silent and did not answer Mao Yousan's words.
After a while, I changed the subject and asked, "You don't mind if I live here, do you?"
Mao Yousan coughed and said, "Of course I don't mind. I knew you had nowhere to go, so I brought you back. Oh, by the way, you'd better not tell anyone about fate, otherwise, I'll be curious about you." I’m not the only one.”
I didn't say anything and nodded silently.
Mao You carried three fans on his back and walked to the right.
This semi-basement house was very big, with several rooms on the right side. Mao Yousan pointed to a door in the middle and asked me to go in.
I opened the door and entered, and the light seemed much cramped.
There is a square bed in the middle, which is extremely narrow.
I lifted up the sheets and took a look. There was a coffin underneath.
"You can live as you like, but I don't care about the food. No one dares to mess around on the street where Mingfang is located."
Mao Yousan shook his bamboo fan against his chest and babbled again, saying that he had been following me during this period and was being pestered by others. He had no time to do business normally and had to guard the shop. He asked me to figure it out and tell him. .
I remained silent.
Before Mao Yousan exited the room, he handed me a key, then closed the door and left the house.
My temples were throbbing, and I was actually extremely sleepy.
I fell down on the bed of coffin boards and fell into a deep sleep.
This time, I slept so darkly.
When I woke up, I could barely see my fingers.
The window faced a green belt with unkempt weeds. It was dark, and not even the moonlight could shine in.
My stomach was empty, and my right eye felt an indescribable coldness.
I suppressed the annoyance in my heart, and was about to deal with the two bites of food first, when my phone buzzed and vibrated.
