"Want to earn some meat pie money?" Zhang Yan walked in front of the group of beggars across the street, and then straight to the point, he waved some loose money in his hand.
"Hey, sir, how do you make money? But let's agree first, we won't do bad things." The oldest beggar stood in front of the others with a smile, and responded with a smile.
Zhang Yanke didn't believe the other party's so-called "don't do bad things". These beggars on the street are not fuel-efficient lamps. Maybe they may not be able to commit murder and arson, but they can also do other nasty things such as deception and abduction. Not necessarily. It depends on whether the money given is enough.
"Bad thing? Do you think I'm a bad person?" Zhang Yan said with a smile while pointing to the alley across the street, "Tell me what's going on in that alley, and the money is yours."
Is there such a good thing? The leading beggar glanced at Zhang Yan a few times, and after making sure that Zhang Yan was not teasing him, he quickly took the small bag of loose money from Zhang Yan's open hand, weighed it a few times, and smiled even brighter. There was indeed enough money in it to buy a meat pie for each of them.
Zhang Yan watched the other party put the money away without urging him.
"Uncle, that alley actually has a name, but there is no signboard. People in Hunyuhua Street call it "Luohua Lane", and there are some old houses in it. But they are called Luohua Street, but they are actually just old houses. Old and sexy singers are buying houses. Generally speaking, they are not big singers. When they get old, they don’t have much money and can’t afford to live in a good house. And most of them don’t dare to return to their hometowns. They will spend half their lives returning home. No one will recognize him, so we can only get together in twos and threes to buy a small house and wait to die."
"Is it so miserable?" Zhang Yan did not expect this to be said. He originally thought that behind the prosperity of Yuhua Street there would be strong land prices, but unexpectedly, it became the last place for the mediocre singers in Hualou to stay when they grow old.
"Misery? There are worse things." Having said this, the beggar's face showed a sense of desolation that was inconsistent with his age, and he continued with a bit of a wry smile, "Uncle, which of the singers in Hualou is the cleanest one? The top ones? Fortunately, with few customers and high prices, we can make a lot of money, and various medicines are also very good for health. But the singers below are not so lucky. They are all open to receive customers. Within three to five years, no one will be in good health. Disease? If you get Hualiu, it will be even more miserable. You may die in a few years.
I have been hanging out in Yuhua Street for six years. Anyway, I have never seen any old singer from Luohua Lane live over fifty. Some of them didn't even have a thin coffin when they died. They just dragged them out and left them in chaos. Burial mound. "
Zhang Yan was moved when he heard this, so he followed the other person's words and asked, "So people often die there?"
"Well, people die every month. But the corpses don't go through the alley here, but through the exit to the street. They say they are afraid of affecting the business on the street and looking eye-catching. Uncle, if you are interested in the properties here, If you are interested, I advise you to forget it. There are really no good houses there. If you want to look, you should go to the west side of the city. There are newly built houses there, both large and small. We are familiar with that area and can take you there... ....”
The beggar's thoughts were also straightforward. He didn't think Zhang Yan was interested in the ruined flowers and willows, but in the real estate in Luohua Lane, so he suggested to go elsewhere. They could lead the way and make another fortune along the way. ?
Unfortunately, what Zhang Yan was interested in was not the singer or the real estate, but the evil spirit overflowing from Luohua Lane.
After waving his hand and not continuing to chat with these beggars, Zhang Yan asked about the way to the back street exit, then left quickly and disappeared into the bustling and gorgeous streets of Yuhua Street.
Coming down from the main street, Zhang Yan walked around a long way before he found the back street exit of Luohua Lane that Beggar mentioned.
Completely opposite to the lively scene on the main street, the back street not only seemed very deserted, but there was even an unpleasant musty smell permeating the air.
Standing at the entrance of the alley, you can still feel the yin energy continuously overflowing from inside.
"The yin energy is so thick and cannot be dispersed. It is impossible for there to be no evil things in it." Even Zhang Yan felt that the alley was more eerie than the mass graves outside the city.
Coming from the detour, Zhang Yan had already adjusted his vision to a state where both yin and yang were present. He held the Wanxiang Bead in one hand and three spiritual fire talismans in the other hand. There are exorcism and soul-soothing charms affixed to the chest.
Zhang Yan had a hunch that the evil things in this Luohua Lane would not be simple.
The first step into the alley, a dark wind started to rise from the ground, blowing from bottom to top. Even with Zhang Yan's cultivation in the late stage of Qi-entraining realm, he couldn't help but shudder.
Different from the light from the lights outside, there is very little light in the alley. Only three or five glimmers can be seen here and there, which cannot illuminate very far through the window paper. When passing by the courtyard gates, you can always smell the vague smell of medicinal soup wafting out of them.
"Not these places."
Although the yin energy in the alley was very heavy and unusual, Zhang Yan could tell that the yin energy was still diffuse and not the source.
Continuing deeper, the silent alley is very deep, and the night gets darker as you go deeper. Zhang Yan burned a piece of talisman paper, then twisted a little paper dust with his fingers and smeared it under his eyes, as if he had wiped two black eye bags on himself. After that, his eyes could see clearly in the dark like a nighthawk. Things.
The further you go in, the heavier the yin energy becomes, the less traces of the owner there are in the house, and the house becomes older. Even the doors of some houses have collapsed, and you can see the half-collapsed rooms inside. No one has lived in them for an unknown period of time.
If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, it would be hard to believe that such a failed place could appear behind a busy street like Yuhua Street. The combination of positive and negative is so abrupt that it is hard to accept, but it seems reasonable and reasonable, which makes it feel very contradictory.
"Um?"
Suddenly, Zhang Yan stopped and the Wanxiang Pearl in his hand changed into a peach wood sword and was held in his hand. Staring straight ahead, there was a ghost figure in a bright red dress standing in front of the door of a half-collapsed house. She was neatly made up. Although she didn't look stunning, she was definitely good-looking. And it seemed to be dancing.
"What a powerful ghost!"
Zhang Yan's pupils shrank sharply, knowing that he was going to have a hard time today.
According to what Longhushan said about the ghosts, the clearer the face and the more like a living person, the more powerful the ghosts are. This means that when they turn into ghosts, they are only very violent and obsessed, and they can break free from the shackles of heaven and earth more thoroughly, and can retain more. Spiritual wisdom and some habits and preferences during life.
Such as dressing up and dancing.
Of course, what made Zhang Yan wary was not only the appearance of the other party, but also the yin energy overflowing from the other party. More than ten times higher than the wild ghosts he had seen!
