A few minutes later, I took out my phone.
The screen showed a pale, sickly face, with dark and pale skin, lips dark and uneven eyebrows, and eyelids covered in freckles.
Even with Xu Fangnian and Tang Quan standing in front of me now, they wouldn't be able to recognize who I am.
This is a make-up removal test.
The gongliu, yellow paper, and other things like them are not convenient to carry around. Things that are not too big, such as makeup boxes for collecting taxes or a series of shaving tools, I usually keep with me.
Get up and leave the construction site, walk back a block.
There were pedestrians on the road, and the volume of traffic had increased significantly.
I hailed a taxi and gave an address that was ingrained in my bones.
Most taxi drivers are chatterboxes, but this taxi driver only occasionally glanced at me and didn't talk to me.
The environment outside the car window grew increasingly familiar, and finally, the taxi stopped on a noisy street in the city center.
It can be said that this place is the epitome of a bustling street with cars and people congestion.
I stood under a Ficus tree by the side of the road. The fine roots hung down from the trunk and swayed with the wind.
In front of me is a bookstore. The third floor on the left, the windows are sealed with anti-theft nets, there are many potted plants, and a bird cage is hanging.
The third floor is where my uncle's house is.
Sun Dahai is my uncle's name, and Sun Zhuo is my cousin brother's name.
Just like this address is deeply ingrained in my bones.
Just by looking at this window sill, one must assume that the person living there enjoys life very much.
In fact, a whole family of devils live there.
I came here not just to take a look. I came to confirm something.
My uncle and cousin still live here.
There are no lethal techniques in the nine streams of art, and the method I'm thinking of now is to pry open my uncle's mouth and get the way to pass on life to the twelve palaces.
They took away my things by hook or crook, and I'll get them back the same way!
But it's not that simple, based on the old Qin's advice, my cousin is very likely to have learned some skills through the Qin Qingjiao's command of the four cardinal directions.
We need to think it over carefully.
Facing them head-on, I would probably not be their match.
Just as I was about to leave, suddenly, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd and stopped in front of the bookstore.
"Old Liu, where's my book?" The slightly hoarse voice was extremely ear-piercing, at least to me!
My pupils slightly constricted, and I fixated on his back with an intense gaze.
He was carrying a plastic bag filled with meat and vegetables, and gently tapping the books placed in the display area, looking leisurely and carefree.
"Ha ha, Mr. Sun, I had your breakfast ready early this morning. Ah, it's lamb chops and fish again. Your meals are pretty good." The bookstore owner was quite fat, his glasses almost pressing into his flesh. He handed a thick blue-covered old book to Sun Dahai.
"Haha, mutton and fish, that's it. It looks like the son is back. I made two good dishes for him to go with the wine. Let's go."
Sun Dahai turned around and was about to enter the little alley next to the bookstore.
Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks.
In a split second, I moved my body, positioning myself behind the banyan tree, and turned around to face the street.
The feeling of being watched lasted for a moment, as if Sun Dahai had looked at me.
I stood still for almost a minute before turning back.
Sun Dahai had disappeared.
I breathed heavily as I had never done before, and my eyelids couldn't help but wildly flutter.
Actually, I didn't need to turn around at all.
Actually, makeup for the dead is different from other makeup. The dead people's faces are usually dehydrated or have scars and scabs, so they need to use very thick makeup powder to make them look decent when they die.
Sun Dahai hasn't seen me in ten years. He definitely won't recognize my appearance or body shape.
I'm afraid that if I see his face, I won't be able to help but want to strike!
He must be an ordinary person. I think it would be easy to catch him.
However, at the moment, timing and environment do not allow me to make a move without alerting him.
After a while, I finally managed to suppress the hatred and walked away towards the distance.
Results were, after just a few minutes of walking away, I noticed a prickling sensation on my back.
I could distinctly feel someone following me!
Discovered?
My pupil contracted tightly, and my steps quickened, then faster!
It was as if a parasite had taken root in my bones, and I couldn't shake it off no matter how hard I tried!
There was a narrow alley at the end of the street, nestled between two shops, and I darted inside.
A simple touch, and the razor blade was silently hidden in my palm.
As a result, I waited for a few minutes and no one came in.
And as I walked out of the alley, the sense of being followed suddenly vanished...
Being followed, this is definitely not a coincidence.
From the previous three or two sentences, it can be inferred that Sun Dahai still lives in the old house. Sun Zhuo probably lives elsewhere and doesn't come back very often.
Is someone protecting Sun Zhuo, or is it Sun Dahai who is being protected?
It's not surprising that they would hire a few bodyguards to protect their many properties after stealing the Lu family's assets.
Fortunately, even if they discovered me this time, they wouldn't know who I am.
A plan is gradually forming in my mind.
I walked for a long distance before taking a taxi.
These details were taught to me by the old Qin.
We would never do things like dig graves and borrow bodies, or shave the heads of the deceased, in nearby villages.
Traces and footprints would be meticulously erased after every action.
No returning to wash the streets, the car stopped in the Peace Lane where golden ginkgo trees were planted.
After getting off the taxi, I hurried into my villa.
In broad daylight, the villa was eerily quiet and felt cool.
Standing in front of my parents' altars, I stood in a daze for a few seconds before lighting an incense stick.
Then I went to the bathroom on the east side of the living room, where I washed off the makeup from my face, and there were bloodshot eyes.
I closed my eyes.
My purpose of going home is to:
My mother has suffered here for too long. She should have been released a long time ago.
That day, Tang Qianqian was here, and I didn't clearly understand her situation at the time, so I hesitated and followed her departure.
Ten years have passed, and she should not continue to suffer the bitterness of resentment.
If I could make her regain consciousness, perhaps I could still learn a lot of information that Tang Quan couldn't give me!
Opening my eyes, the bloodshotness in my eyes had calmed down quite a bit.
After leaving the bathroom, I returned to the hall where my parents' spirits were.
From the inner pocket of my clothes, I took out a flat piece of paper again, two centimeters thick, about the width of a palm.
In a flash, I opened the paper and shook it several times, and a very large piece of paper appeared in my hand.
This paper is different from the ordinary yellow paper used to fold paper people.
Ordinary yellow paper needs to be flat and cannot be creased before being used to make paper figures, as different folding techniques attract different ghosts.
Now this paper is the skin paper used by the old Qin to make a dead man's coffin, and to perform a ritual where eight immortals carry the coffin.
The paper pulp is made from Yinsi bamboo, and the human skin is ground into minced meat.
Because the paper has enough tenacity, even if it is pressed and folded, there will be little trace left, and it will not affect the formation of paper crafts.
In a quick fold, within about half an hour, a paper figure appeared in front of me.
This paper figure was only slightly shorter than me.
The face without any features is about the size of a palm, and the overall figure appears to be that of a woman.
I pinched my finger to break the skin and was about to add the final touch.
Just then, a crisp round of applause suddenly came from the back!
The same prickling sensation on my back reappeared!
My face changed abruptly, and I turned around sharply.
A woman was standing at the entrance of the villa, with curly hair on her forehead, shoulder-length curls, phoenix eyes, and red lips.
The long trench coat and long boots accentuated her tall figure.
The woman is very beautiful.
Just as importantly, she is also very dangerous!
Although I didn't see her before, but that chilling feeling is the same, must be the person who followed me outside the bookstore!
I thought I had shaken her off?!
"It's weird, right? I felt like I had shaken her off, but how did she still end up following me?"
Her voice was pleasant, and her gaze swept over the paper craft I had made, filled with admiration.
Before she finished speaking, she added, "I also think it's strange."
"You look like you're not even twenty years old, yet you've mastered the essence of summoning souls and giving haircuts to ghosts, and you've also unscrupulously put an end to the eldest son of a huge boss, turning a once bustling place into a place filled with ominous energy."
"You have an incredible amount of courage!"
"Even, you would also put on makeup for the makeup of the dead. This makeup to send off the dead, if applied to your face, do you not fear the negative energy?"
I suddenly realized that she had not followed me from Sun Dahai's place.
"Did You Feng invite you to take revenge?"
I lightly narrowed my eyes, and the razor blade silently slipped into my hand.
I'm not sure what skills this person has in front of me.
What I can be sure of is that she is definitely not ordinary.
She had been following me for two days straight, and I didn't notice at all.
"Little brother, you're too sensitive. It seems like you have many enemies. This way of making more enemies while already having many, isn't very rational." The woman's words carried a hint of allure.
"If it weren't for the fear that you might harm ordinary people again, I wouldn't have shown my presence to be detected by you."
"Furthermore, I have already had someone investigate your background."
"Listen to sister's advice. Don't be so arrogant. And the ghosts in this villa, you're not capable of dealing with them."
"I'm not sent by your enemies, but rather I appreciate talent."
"You're going to die soon."
The woman's tone was more alluring, but the last word was too cold.
