My heart sank again.
I calculated that Mao Yousan could help, but I didn't calculate that he actually wanted to negotiate the price?
"How much do you want?" I took a deep breath and asked immediately.
Mao Yousan looked at me with a smile, and my face seemed to be reflected in his glasses.
"Xiao Luozi, are you trying to trick me?"
"I don't charge money for collecting corpses. Besides, you just said you were short of money."
I:"……"
Raising his hand, his palm was almost next to Mao Yousan's face.
"Give it back to me." I said hoarsely.
"What you can't get back, there are only a handful of people who can help you, and I'm sure I'll pay the least." Mao Yousan still smiled with squinting eyes.
"There are only a handful of them, but it's not like there are none. I can still think of a solution myself. It's better than giving my life to you."
I speak my mind.
Mao Yousan was not angry at all, and continued: "Besides me, the only person who can help you is the supervisor, who is a pedantic old man. The other person is your master, but he is lying in the coffin. "
"Xiao Luozi, what do you think you are provoking?"
"That's not a simple ghost anymore. There are twenty-eight prisoners. Tsk tsk. Except for me, even if your master jumps out of the coffin, there is no guarantee that he will succeed, let alone the supervisor, who is even less sure."
Mao Yousan looked proud.
My expression changed.
Twenty-eight prisoners?
…
A person who commits five thousand evil deeds is a ghost in the five hells; a person who commits six thousand evil deeds is a prisoner in the twenty-eight hells.
When such a person is alive, his sins are extremely evil, and after death, his evil thoughts are even worse.
I had previously thought about whether he was a ghost from the Fifth Prison or an inmate from the Twenty-Eighth Prison, but the moment I really found out, the panic in my heart was even more difficult to suppress.
Mao Yousan raised his hand, pressed my hand down, and said: "Three years, three years of life is better than many people's thirty, fifty, or one hundred years. You Look at you, you are so weak, can you live for more than three years normally?"
"Twenty-eight prison inmates will eat a ray of your soul, and through a mysterious connection, they will drag you to their side, or appear next to you, and your body will no longer be yours."
His demeanor and tone were extremely bewildering.
"That's not yours anymore. No, it's not yours, but you've lost the chance and thought. If he does it quickly, Sun Zhuo won't be yours either." My face turned cold, and I stretched out my hand and took it directly from him. The glasses were taken off his face.
Mao Yousan's face was extremely stiff, and he stared at me without saying a word. His little eyes moved wildly, not knowing what he was thinking.
I took the dead man's clothes from his hand, stuffed the glasses into my pocket, and then rolled the dead man's clothes into a package with red rope.
I stood up and took steps to leave the shop. Mao Yousan stood up at the same time and blocked me.
"Excuse me, please give way." My face was expressionless, and my tone was toneless.
"Your master's..."
"You know my master." I narrowed my eyes and said suddenly.
Mao Yousan's eyes rolled again, but he did not deny it, and said: "It's not important. What's important is that you can't let me work in vain. Not only a businessman, but also a gentleman, I deserve all the profits and remuneration." It’s indispensable, otherwise it’s breaking the rules.”
It was obvious that Mao Yousan was looking for a step.
However, my heart is still uncertain.
Because, from what Mao Yousan said just now, I inferred that he knew Lao Qintou.
I'm not sure if anything else will happen if I continue to have a close relationship with Mao Yousan.
Now he seems to be following the rules, but what if he falls out at some point?
What if...the rules in front of me are the illusion he created for me, what opportunity are I waiting for?
If I think too much, it will be troublesome, but it will definitely save me more trouble.
Mao Yousan kept a lot of secrets. For example, he concealed his acquaintance with Lao Qintou. This was extremely crucial!
Thinking very fast, I bypassed Mao Yousan on one side of my body.
"You don't sell amulets anymore!?"
Mao Yousan turned his head and Weng Sheng said something again.
I ignored him and left the shop directly.
The moment he walked through the door of the shop, the gentle sound of wind chimes disappeared and was replaced by the sound of slightly noisy conversations.
These sounds were previously inaudible.
Mao Yousan stood motionless, just staring at me.
The thin commoner owner of the shop opposite would glance at me from time to time. His eyes in the glass cabinet were still moving around, and the thin bloodshot eyes were very scary.
I turned around and walked to his cabinet.
At this time, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mao Yousan taking off the wind chime, as if he was staring at me, or at the commoner boss.
"I would like to ask, where in the Underworld is the Buddhist amulet collected?"
I appear polite and friendly.
The commoner boss glanced sideways at the depths of the narrow street before saying, "Keep walking in and you will see a miscellaneous store with a sign that says "Young and old people are innocent". As long as it is a serious item, he will accept anything. If it is for murder, You have to go to the stall area and sell the stolen goods yourself. These are collectively called black goods. Mingfang stores do not sell black goods. There is no way to sell them."
I frowned slightly and said thank you.
Turning around, I was about to walk inside.
The commoner boss shouted again: "Wait, wait."
I was slightly surprised, but his eyes fell on the chamber pot at my waist, staring at Lao Gong.
Old Gong's thief eyes were also staring at him.
"You yellow page ghost's eyes are very lively and rare. Do you want to sell them?" The commoner boss licked the corner of his mouth and asked with a smile.
I:"……"
There are two shops at the intersection of this street, one collects ghost eyes, and the other collects living corpses. Even in the underworld, this is extremely abnormal.
"Thank you, I won't sell it." Lao Gong said dryly.
I suppressed the discomfort in my heart and smiled with the commoner boss again, without offending anyone.
He also smiled, as if nodding and bowing, and stopped talking.
I turned and walked deeper into the street.
Soon, I walked to the front of the shop where I had seen a lot of paper goods.
The boss has a loyal nature, his smile is even more loyal, he has a full beard on his upper lip and a shaved head.
The plaque on the door reads: "Our store is honest and sincere, sells everything with trust and sincerity, and strives to achieve perfection without regrets."
"Does the guest want to see something?" The boss's voice was as honest as his voice.
I shook my head and walked further away.
Regarding the dead man's clothing, I have to find another way.
There are many ways to deal with Buddha amulets, and selling them is the best one.
I was indeed short of money, so I gave all of it to Tang Quan.
I have enough left on my body, but it is only enough for myself. I promised to give Zhao Kang's wife a sufficient amount of support, and I also promised the old woman to try to find his son.
Both of these things require money.
The narrow street is very long. After passing the old teahouse, I walked for another ten minutes before reaching the end of the street.
I originally wanted to ask someone where the stall area was, but there was no need to ask.
Outside at the end of the street is a layout similar to an indoor market.
There are no shops, but there are densely built cement stands. Two cement stands are in a row, with people selling goods standing in the middle, and people buying goods are walking in the passages on both sides.
It's more lively and mixed here.
