"where is the guy?"
Song Yuan ran to the gate and looked around excitedly.
"Master, what's wrong with you? Do you know that person?"
Mrs. Fang and others chased him out and were a little scared to see Song Yuan's crazy look.
"I don't know." Song Yuan gasped. "But, but..."
Most of the Song family's reputation comes from Penglai Immortal Fate. Some people are envious and jealous of this, and some people have evil intentions. Since more than thirty years ago, people have been coming to your doorstep to defraud people.
Some said they were companions who went to Penglai together, and some simply said they came from Penglai.
Because the immortal said that he would help him survive a certain death disaster, Song Yuan was deceived many times at first. Later, after experiencing more, I became accustomed to it.
This time I heard that someone was cheating, but I didn’t take it seriously at first. But when he found out that no one could remember it, Song Yuan couldn't calm down.
Because after he came back from Penglai, he couldn't remember what the immortal looked like.
Later, Song Yuan approached many people and even begged the top ten masters. I just want to get a portrait of an immortal and hang it up so that I can pay my respects if I have nothing to do.
As a result, I searched a lot and no one could remember it.
Now I heard that someone with no memory came to the door, how dare I not take it seriously.
"Look for someone, find someone for me!" Song Yuan shouted. "Everyone, go, we must find the people!"
"Okay." Mrs. Fang responded, turned around and said quietly to the maid: "I'm afraid the master is a little hysterical, go and fetch the doctor quickly."
…
Su Qing didn't leave.
The calamity of the human world is ending, and being blocked from entering is part of it. The reason why I left was not out of resentment, but because I sensed a yin energy.
The presence of yin energy during the day is unusual and can be fatal. It’s fine if you don’t see it, but you can’t ignore it if you find it.
Su Qing took a step forward and came to one side of the city gate.
A caravan was about to enter the city and had a dispute with people from the Yamen. A cart of goods in a caravan is the source of Yin Qi.
"Ghost brocade?"
Su Qing could see the weirdness at a glance.
The brocade in the cart was not made by human hands, but was made by the devil using pickled scraps. If you wear it on your body, it will absorb Yang and shorten your life. It is a very dangerous thing with evil spirits.
But the strange thing is that such an evil thing has entered the city openly, but there is no wandering god coming to deal with it. On the contrary, the official from Yangjian noticed something strange and got into trouble with the owner of the goods.
"The body is left with a plain meal, and the Shinto is not prosperous. When this matter is over, I have to file a complaint with the city god."
Su Qing twisted her fingers to gather spirits, preparing to destroy them. Meeting is fate, a matter of convenience.
Just when he was about to take action, his heart suddenly moved, his eyes turned in one direction, and he made eye contact with a businessman in his early thirties. A catcher stood next to the businessman, also looking at him.
These two men were the official envoy and the leader of the caravan respectively, and they were originally arguing there. It was because Su Qing's presence was so eye-catching that they all turned their attention away.
Su Qing stood at the front of the crowd, with three feet of space automatically surrounding her body. A bunch of people were squeezing around, but no one seemed to notice this.
Only the head catcher and the young man noticed and couldn't help but look at him.
"These two people..."
Su Qing glanced at the two of them, and then at the cart of goods. If she felt something in her heart, she dispersed the gathered aura.
"The cause and effect is in Song's house, and the fate is here."
The catcher and the young businessman were just curious and quickly turned their attention back to each other.
"You see clearly, this is the name of Song Ji." The young businessman argued with the catcher. "We are in the silk and satin business, and what you are checking is private salt. It is reasonable for you to check Wang Ji's rice shop, but I have nothing to check here."
"It's all the business of the officials of the Song Dynasty. If you check Wang Ji, you won't be afraid of checking Song Ji." The head catcher was a bearded man in his forties, with a selfless look. "Since it's silk, just open it and take a look. Why did the Second Young Master stop me so many times?"
"You can look at other silks and satins, but not this car." The young businessman did not give in. "This car is newly spun night brocade. It is most afraid of the sun."
"I have been on duty for more than 20 years, and I have never heard of a piece of cloth that is afraid of being exposed to the sun." The catcher said solemnly: "If the second master doesn't get out of the way, don't blame me for doing business."
"How dare you!" the young businessman was furious. "Protect the car for me and see who dares to be tough."
The guards surrounded the car and confronted the officers.
"Who's fighting?"
"The Second Young Master of Song Dynasty and Yan Shaotou seem to be here because of the goods."
"Ah? The Yamen and Song Ji are having an affair..."
People kept coming, and the city gate became more and more chaotic.
The catcher frowned.
He actually believed that the thing on the truck was cloth, but he just felt that something was wrong with the cargo. If you don't check it out, you will really feel unsure.
"That's all, Yan Captou can investigate if he wants." The young businessman suddenly relaxed. "So many people are watching today. If I don't open it for everyone to see, I'm afraid they will really think that I, the Song family, are up to something."
"Thank you, Second Young Master." The catcher breathed a sigh of relief.
"If there is no problem, Mr. Yan will have to give an explanation." The young businessman said with a stern face. "Also, although you can watch, you have to go to a dark place."
The car was pulled into the shade of the inner city. The young businessman asked the guards to pull out a large black cloth and use a bamboo pole to block the car. After everything was ready, he carefully opened the coarse cloth covering the car, revealing several boxes.
"Pretend to be a ghost." The head catcher was very disdainful.
But when the box was opened, everyone's eyes widened.
The box was full of brocade, indescribably beautiful brocade.
It's like something is attached to the smooth cloth, and it's bright green and beautiful. If you get closer, you can still feel the slightest chill.
"beautiful."
"What kind of cloth are these?"
"Second Young Master, I'll buy one."
"I want one too."
"Two horses..."
The people were attracted, and some even shouted to buy.
"Don't be in a hurry to buy it." The young businessman said, "Think clearly, this cloth is very afraid of the sun. If you buy it to make clothes, it will be damaged if you wear it during the day."
"You can wear it at night if it's so beautiful. The worst thing you can do is come out when the sun isn't shining."
"Give it to my wife and let her wear it at home. She wants to wear it, but I'm not willing yet..."
"Then we can't sell it now." The young businessman said: "These must be brought back to Songji Cloth Shop first and sold together in a few days. For the specific price and date, you can go to the cloth shop tomorrow and ask..."
To appease the agitated crowd, the young businessman asked someone to put the cloth away and said to the catcher: "Captain Yan, everything has been checked. Can you leave?"
"So that's what you had in mind." The catcher said with a dark face. "Use me to help you with your business."
"Hey, don't get me wrong, Mr. Yan." The young businessman was somewhat proud. "But if you insist on thinking so, there's nothing I can do about it."
The Song family's motorcade left, and the bearded man's face was as heavy as water.
"Aren't you convinced that you were taken advantage of?" someone asked.
"It has nothing to do with this." The catcher said with a dark face. "I just feel like there's something wrong with those goods, but I just don't know what the problem is."
The voice said again: "He said he couldn't see the light during the day, so just go take a look at it at night."
"Yes, I went to explore at night..." The head catcher replied half of the sentence. Suddenly he realized something and turned his head hurriedly, but saw nothing.
"Have you seen anyone?" the catcher asked his men.
"Yan Tou, there's not a lot of people there." The official who was asked was a little embarrassed. "You were talking to yourself just now. Who were you talking to?"
"No one?" The head catcher was even more suspicious, and a figure appeared in his mind.
It's just that the figure is very blurry, and I can't recall its appearance at all.
…
People will not be reborn as ghosts after death, but those who are strong can do human things. There is a ghost weaving cloth to make clothes, and wearing it absorbs Yang and kills people.
"Nine Continent Strange Stories"
