I'm afraid Tang Quanzhen never said it, and no one in the village discussed it.
Tsubaki Ying maintained a sense of boundaries and did not inquire.
Otherwise, it depends on Lao Qintou's status in Jinyang and Chu Ying's evaluation of him.
Tsubaki Ying will definitely question me.
Putting away my thoughts, I did not leave the hotel immediately.
After Zhang Gui left, no one in this place was watching me.
First he took out the Buddha amulet from the chamber pot.
It is basically impossible for Luo Hu to leave Qijia Village. Those bloody ghosts are not fuel-efficient lamps. I am not worried about what Zhang Gui will find.
It is these Buddhist amulets that have become a hot potato.
I definitely can't use it. Whether it's in front of Huang Si or in front of the supervising Taoist priest, I will firmly believe that I have joined the ghost niche.
When the people in the ghost niche saw it, they immediately knew that there was something hidden behind what happened to Luo Hu and Zhao Xi!
Put the amulet back into the chamber pot again.
I took another look at the death clothes wrapped around my waist.
My heart was pounding, and I thought of two ways to solve the urgent problem at hand.
After leaving the hotel, I took a taxi and went straight to the street where Mingfang was located.
After getting off the bus, I didn't notice any feeling of being watched or followed, and went straight into the shopping street.
I ate at a stall outside first, and then entered the underworld when it got dark.
After passing the entrance of the steps and showing the black jade bar to the gatekeeper, he looked at me for a second.
I responded with a kind smile.
Then, I walked to the nearest street corner, in front of Mao Yousan’s corpse collection shop.
In the shop opposite, the eyeballs on the counter kept moving, which was extremely scary.
Mao Yousan was lying on a bamboo chair, covering his face with the bamboo fan, enjoying himself leisurely.
I reached out and tapped the coffin lid lightly.
Mao Yousan trembled and moved his bamboo fan to get up.
When he saw it was me, he was even more excited and stood up straight.
Just looking at my arm made him feel a twinge of pain.
"What a great arm...how did it end up like this?"
Mao Yousan's tone sounded like I had sold myself to him and his treasure had been damaged.
The owner of the shop opposite was dressed in cloth. He was thin and small, but his eyes were quite big. He glanced at me from time to time and shook his head.
It looked like he was feeling regretful.
"Small injury." My expression remained unchanged, I walked around the coffin and walked into Mao Yousan's shop.
There was a stool next to the bamboo lounge chair, so I sat down without noticing.
Mao Yousan did not sit down, but squatted on the ground, feeling even more painful.
"It's still a small injury? You need to discount the price, you know?" He lowered his voice and sighed: "Forget it, I won't discount your price, tell me, what did you provoke again? It's best to let me help you, otherwise, You didn’t just stay at my house and you were killed by someone else, it’s such a shame.”
I gave Mao Yousan a white look, but still said nothing.
Only then did Mao Yousan sit back on the bamboo chair with a hint of resentment.
He shook the folding fan, seeming to resolve the embarrassment.
"The agreement works, but if you mention impossible things again, it may not work." I said calmly.
Mao Yousan shrugged.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on the sides of my waist, glanced at the death clothes, then stared at the chamber pot, and let out a light sigh.
The next second, Lao Gong's head came out and stared at Mao Yousan furtively.
Another flash of disappointment flashed in Mao Yousan's eyes.
"He's a poor guy... I almost made a mistake."
"But it seems like you got something special."
Mao Yousan's eyes fell on the dead man's clothes on the other side of my waist.
"It's not convenient to talk here. Can we find a more convenient place?" I breathed a sigh of relief and said.
Mao Yousan stood up again, but took out a string of wind chimes from a cabinet in the shop and hung it above the coffin.
There was no wind here, but the wind chimes made a slight tinkling sound.
The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and it seemed that the conversations outside could not be heard, only the pleasant and gentle ringing sound.
"It's convenient now." Mao Yousan sat on the bamboo chair, shook the folding fan, and said with a smile.
My heart trembled slightly.
However, Mao Yousan's identity is special.
The fortune teller, whom even the supervisors were afraid of, collected living corpses in the underworld.
It's not surprising that he can come up with such a soundproof object.
I didn't untie the dead man's clothes first, but reached out and took out the chamber pot.
Mao Yousan frowned, his face changed, and he felt disgusted.
I touched something cold, which should be the head of the female ghost. She disappeared as well during the day, and now she stayed at the bottom of the chamber pot.
Soon, I pulled out a bunch of Buddhist amulets.
"Someone wanted to kill me, but he failed. This is my trophy."
"I'm short of money and want to sell."
I told Mao Yousan truthfully and handed him the Buddhist amulet.
Mao Yousan shook his fan harder, frowned, and turned his face to the side.
"Take it! Take it!"
"I only collect corpses here, not the things in the shit basin, ugh..."
Mao Yousan retched in a serious manner.
Lao Gong stared at him with an angry expression.
"Poor guy in the shit basin, don't you dislike the smell if you still have it hanging on your waist?" Mao Yousan covered his nose and kept waving his fan.
Not to mention Lao Gong, my face darkened a lot.
"There is no smell, this is just a chamber pot, and there is nothing dirty inside. I am speaking very seriously." I emphasized.
Mao Yousan kept shaking his head, saying that he couldn't catch this thing at all, and if he really wanted to sell it, he would take me to a place to sell it later, so don't take it out in his shop.
I was a little frustrated and put the amulet back again.
Mao Yousan's face looked good, and he looked at the dead man's clothes around my waist.
I exhaled, untied the red rope, and handed the dead man's clothes to Mao Yousan.
In a low voice, he said something related to the dead man's clothes.
I emphasized that the piece of my lost soul was taken to another place through this piece of clothing.
I left for two or three days just to get this dress.
Mao Yousan nodded thoughtfully.
After untying the red rope, he looked at it carefully for a few seconds and said, "There is something there. The resentment is heavy enough."
The next moment, Mao Yousan actually took out his glasses from his pocket.
He held the dead man's clothes in one hand, and with the other hand he shook off the temples and brought them towards his face.
My expression suddenly changed, and I was about to reach out to stop Mao Yousan.
Mao Yousan turned around and easily dodged me.
He let out another soft sigh, seeming to be squinting and looking at the lenses.
I found a problem.
Even if I, Tang Quan, or Zhao Kang put on glasses, they all feel like they are one.
Only Mao Yousan came up with a pair of simple glasses.
The next second, he tapped the lens with his fingers, and his eyes suddenly widened, flashes of light.
"Soul-stealing is a different price!"
Mao Yousan's voice was extremely exciting!
