Chapter 162 Burial Alive (Part 1)
Seeing that Blind Liu was serious and not joking, I felt a little puzzled: "Old Liu, why do you want me to exchange for a coffin? I don't practice ghost arts. Besides, if I carry it back, where will I put it? Xiao There is a coffin in the store, who will dare to buy from me in the future?"
"I will definitely not harm you. This lacquered wooden coffin is not for you, but for ghosts." Blind Liu slowly tasted the wine in the cup: "For those who raise ghosts, a good coffin is a rare thing. Don’t ask for it, this lacquer wood can gather Yin Qi, which is the favorite thing for evil spirits.”
"Are you sure you didn't drink too much?" I looked at the Tongxian wine that was only left at the bottom of the bottle, and snatched Liu Xiazi's wine glass: "Let me make it clear before drinking. That ghost is an evil spirit. If I take it If I develop it, what should I do if it comes back to harm me?"
"Probably not. The Fate Ghost is different from ordinary imps who have not yet opened their spiritual intelligence. They are formed when they are about to die. Their spiritual intelligence is much stronger than that of ordinary imps. And you killed its first owner, which is equivalent to You said you indirectly avenged it's murder, and judging from the cause and effect, it should be grateful to you and help you once."
"Are you confused in fortune telling and telling ghosts about cause and effect?" I shook my head, feeling uncomfortable just thinking about an extra coffin in the house.
"I'm just giving you a suggestion. It's up to you to decide what to choose." Blind Liu walked away calmly, leaving only the wine bottle at the bottom: "It's getting late, I should go back, we'll see you later ."
He carried the bottle of wine and swayed out of the shop on a pole, leaving me sitting alone at the table.
"Destiny ghost..." I opened the black embroidered bag I carried with me, turned off the light and poured the black eyeball into the palm of my hand.
The ghost in the eyeballs has absorbed the Yin Qi scattered by Lu Xing's life ghost, and now its body is solid and looks like it has grown a lot.
"Can I believe you?" I murmured to myself. The ghost in my eyeballs naturally didn't reply. It was very timid. After taking it out of the bag, it kept shrinking in the depths of the eyeballs and didn't dare to move. It seemed that Very afraid of me.
"It costs five points to paint a wooden coffin. Is it worth using five points to cultivate a life ghost?" I recalled the terrifying life ghost in Lu Xing, and also remembered what Blind Liu had said a long time ago. After the life ghost is fully developed, you can Withstand a death disaster for the master.
"That's all, I will believe you once." Putting the black eyeballs into the bag, I took out the cell phone used in the underworld show to send a message.
"Use points to choose to exchange for clay statue of Tuye, Naqi Pill, or lacquered wooden coffin."
"The points are deducted and the redemption is successful. The remaining points are 22 points."
I didn't leave for the bank immediately after receiving the text message from Underworld Show. Among the items exchanged this time was an unusual item - a coffin.
"This coffin is about the same size as a bank safe. I wonder how the underworld show will deliver it to me this time."
It was around 11 o'clock in the evening, when the number of pedestrians outside gradually became less and less, I put on a hooded sweatshirt and went out.
When I arrived at the bank, as expected, the bank manager was sitting anxiously in the lobby. When she saw me, she hurried over to greet me: "Mr. Gao, you are finally here."
"Are you alone?" I looked around. Although the bank was surrounded by surveillance cameras, there was no security guard except for the manager.
"I am solely responsible for your belongings, and the bank will do its best to keep it confidential for you." The manager brought me inside the bank with a professional smile on his face.
Enter the underground, enter the password, and open the private safe. There is only a black cloth package inside.
"Where's the coffin?"
Seeing me standing there for a long time, the manager showed obvious uneasiness on his face: "Is there something missing? What's the problem?"
Her reaction was even greater than mine. I held the package and secretly glanced at her. There was an emotion in this woman's eyes that I was very familiar with - fear.
Why was she so scared of just picking up a package? Or will she suffer special punishment once something goes wrong with the package?
Is this woman also related to the underworld show?
I said nothing, put the package on the ground, turned my back to the manager and opened it.
There were only three things inside, a box carved from jade that exuded cold air, and inside the box was a pill the size of a dragon's eye.
There is also a statue that looks like a clay statue made by a child. It is a half-foot-tall little old man who looks very simple.
The last thing was a letter. After opening it, there was only one sentence written on it: "In the sugar cane field of Guo Village, the stone tablet dug down three feet into the ground."
I glanced at it and felt something was wrong. After looking carefully, I was surprised to find that the handwriting was exactly the same as my own!
"The work done in the underworld show is really watertight." I know my handwriting very well. Due to the nature of my work, I will leave special marks when writing certain Chinese characters. It can be seen at a glance whether I wrote it myself.
"The Underworld Show is imitating my handwriting, and it even knows the little habits I have never told anyone about!" He looked at the words on the letter paper again: "It's exactly the same, it's almost like I wrote it myself. The same."
Putting the letter back into the envelope, I glanced sideways at the bank manager. She was standing far away in the corner, as if she knew the rules and didn't dare to peek.
After taking the package, I said hello to the bank manager and left in a hurry.
"The address written on the last letter should be where the lacquered wood coffin is buried, but how can I get it back to the store?"
I frowned and thought, after all, it was something that could be exchanged for five points. If I just left it in the wilderness, it would be a big loss if it was taken over by other ghosts.
"No, I have to go now."
It was almost midnight and I took a taxi to Guocun.
It is said that there is not a single house in Guo Village. The houses were demolished a few weeks ago. A lot of broken bricks and rubble are piled in the farmland. There are also red banners hanging on the surrounding trees that resist the demolition and accuse them with blood and tears.
"Where should I go to find the sugar cane field?" Walking inside, not too far away, I saw a few construction team workers who were keeping watch all night, lighting a bonfire and playing cards.
I saw them, and those people saw me. It was late at night, and they probably thought I was here to steal something, so they all gathered around me with whining and chattering.
"Brothers, calm down, I... am a wandering Taoist priest." I rolled my eyes and started talking nonsense.
"Are you a Taoist priest? Are you dressed very fashionably?"
"Erdan, what are you talking about with him? This man has a sinister look and doesn't look like a good person."
"We are going to start construction here soon, so don't wander around here if you have nothing to do."
When I heard the news that they were going to start construction, I suddenly felt bad. If they dug out the coffin and chopped it up for firewood, I would really want to cry.
"Brothers, don't believe it. I see that you are covered with dark clouds, and your face is sallow and thin. It is possible that you have been entangled by something unclean." Blind man Liu kept saying this. I listened to it more and wrote down a few words. Although I know nothing about fortune telling, at least what I said had a professional feel.
"You can go to the side and get out of here!"
"Infinite Heavenly Lord, the feng shui of this place is very strange, and you are already seriously ill and don't even know it." I took my time, recalling the tone of Blind Liu's words.
"Damn it, you're crazy!"
"Gong Zhang, what do you think we should do about this?"
"Call the police directly and don't talk nonsense to this idiot."
Maybe it was because the acting was a little exaggerated, but a few people didn't believe it. Seeing them preparing to take action, I quickly took a step back: "Calm down, everyone, I really don't have any ill intentions when I come here today. There is evil hidden under this land and you must not act rashly."
I have been observing these people since they appeared. Although I cannot meet them, I have studied criminal investigation and psychological analysis.
All the houses here have been demolished, but no construction has been started for a long time. Something strange must have happened.
His eyes swept over the workers who were keeping vigil. There were many small wounds on the palms of their arms, as if they were caused by splashing earth and rocks.
Logically speaking, there wouldn't be so many people for a night vigil. They gathered together and lit a bonfire. These people must be hiding some secrets.
Thinking of this, I relaxed and followed Mr. Gu's example, putting on an inscrutable look: "Seven stars in a row, the light is fading. The grass does not grow in your place, the flowers do not bloom, and the trees are strangely shaped. They are high on all sides and low in the middle." , the aura is stagnant, the filth is accumulated, and there is no way out!"
I copied Liu Banxian's words at the Anxin Hotel, imitated Blind Liu's calculating posture, and displayed the master style that only Mr. Gu has. I held my chest high and raised my head, just like Lu Jin, walking in front of a few people with an immortal air. Going back and forth: "There must have been a big accident here recently, and you still concealed it and refused to report it. The grievances have not been redressed, so they are stranded here."
I said it so firmly that even I believed it myself: "You ordinary people, driven by greed, have committed murderous crimes, but you don't even have a single heart to repent. If the laws of this world cannot control you, let the evil spirits of the underworld come. I'm looking for your life!"
The expressions of several people have changed more or less. It seems that something has really happened here recently.
"Stop farting there, what era is it now, and you are still telling me that a devil is asking for his life? If you have the ability, ask him to come to me now!" One of the people, who seemed to be the foreman, pointed at me and cursed: "Give him I'll throw him away!"
"Wait!" I tilted my head and smiled: "Do you really want it to come to you?"
The man said very harshly: "Yes, if you are really capable, let him come over and kill me now. If I dare to dig up their ancestral graves in Guo Village, I won't be afraid of these crooked things!"
"It turns out that we occupied people's ancestral graves for building houses. No wonder the villagers hung up banners with red letters on a white background outside." I looked at the foreman in front of me and took out a black embroidered bag: "Since you want him to come to you, then I Just call him here, but don’t blame me for not reminding you that there is a god in your head, and you will be punished for talking nonsense.”
I waved to the foreman, then walked with him into the shadow where the firelight could not reach, and opened the cloth bag: "You want to see, I will let you see as much as you want."
The ghost of fate crawled out ferociously, but this time I didn't stop him.
Looking at the foreman who was shaking all over and looking pale, I suddenly realized that it was a good thing to train destiny ghosts to the Mahayana, because sometimes I had to deal with not only evil ghost cultivators, but also those with malicious intentions, even worse than ghosts. Difficult ordinary people.