She not only fills me with cliches, but also stirs up my emotions!
A few words and phrases completely awakened my hatred for the Sun Daha family!
Unknowingly, I also revealed some things!
Jianying turned to look at the river, extending her hand as if she embraced the river wind.
She said in a serene tone, "I want to help you, but you want to kill me. For a moment, I'm too afraid to get close to you."
"What exactly are your motives?" I frowned with a knot in my brow.
"I've said that already, I have a great purpose and you may not be capable."
"What's in it for you to help me?" I demanded.
"I guess you have, but you're asking as if you already know," Jianying said softly, as if she was confident.
My eyelid twitched even more violently, and my eyelid uncontrollably convulsed.
Old Qin not only taught me the nine-category arts, but also imparted a few things to me, which were all about keeping a distance from intelligent and beautiful women.
Men are like refined steel, while some women are like bone-dissolving powder.
The Jianying before my eyes was clearly winding around me.
And the things she throws at me are even harder for me to refuse.
For example, more information about Sun Zhuo, how to capture Sun Daha without being discovered!
"Give me your phone." Jianying extended her delicate jade-like hand.
I silently handed her the phone.
After she took it, she held the screen facing me and shook it in front of my face. Then, after unlocking it, she dialed a number.
Soon, the ringtone on her phone started ringing.
"Here you go back, and this thing too."
Along with the phone, Jianying also handed me a small bamboo-woven satchel.
"When you capture Sun Daha, take him to a safe place and open it immediately. Otherwise, Sun Zhuo will soon find you."
"And then, whatever you plan to do to Sun Daha, call me first."
"Sun Daha is just an ordinary person. I believe that your target is not only him, but also Sun Zhuo."
"Additionally, you can rest assured that only I can find you, and the rest of the Huang Si people cannot. The reason why Mr. Yang wants to target you is because his only brother went mad after going out with your parents and returning. However, you have your mother's ghost in your hand, which is blood hatred. He will not dare to provoke you for a while."
With that, Jianying turned and walked down the sloping bank lined with thick-leafed grass.
After she got on the car, it quickly drove away.
After a while, I finally absorbed all the information.
Just as I was about to save Jianying's number, I found that she had already saved it.
Looking at the bamboo-woven satchel in my hand again, a cold and dismal aura penetrated my palm.
Jianying is also a shaman, and she also learns nine-category arts.
The nine-category arts are not just nine in number. Old Qin said that the number nine represents the limit and maximum in fate. All the magical practices learned by those with a ghostly destiny are classified as nine-category arts!
Unknowingly, the sky has already turned to twilight.
I took out the plastic bag sealed in my pocket containing the bird carcass and threw it into the Xingjiang River.
Water splashed up, the plastic bag floated on the surface, and drifted downstream.
...
When I returned to the Tang family's old mansion, it was just about dusk.
Several dishes were set on the wooden table, steaming hot and fragrant.
Tang Quanzheng was sitting next to him, smoking a cigarette. There were cigarette butts piled up under his feet.
"Young Master." Seeing me, Tang Quan immediately stood up, as if he had found his backbone.
I nodded and called out to him, "Uncle Tang."
"The food has just been prepared, hurry and eat," Tang Quan indicated for me to come over and sit down.
I was indeed hungry, so after sitting down, I picked up my chopsticks and started serving myself with the dishes.
Tang Quan didn't eat before me. As he started to eat, he cautiously glanced at my face.
"Don't worry, Uncle Tang. Before I came back, I did a makeup for myself. It's better to be careful than sorry."
Tang Quan nodded and swallowed hard, muttering, "Four kinds of nine-category arts..."
I smiled, not bringing up that subject, but instead asked him how the investigation was going.
Tang Quan's chopsticks tightened in his hand before he spoke cautiously, "I have learned a lot of things."
"About ten years ago, the village decided to build a place for dancing, and chose an abandoned mansion."
"There used to be a 'five-subsidies' household living in that house. After he died, the house was left empty. That time, the village took over his land and flattened it to build a square."
"That man died of poverty. His surname was Gong."
"But everyone was poor, even the little money was divided among everyone."
With that, Tang Quan seemed to be a bit tense.
Lighting a cigarette, he took a deep drag before saying, "Master, do you remember yesterday there was a woman who brought the old village chief to ask us to move away?"
I nodded.
"Yes, that's right," I nodded. "Her husband died of the same illness, and she was also poor back then, too poor to afford medicine."
"However, after her husband's death, her situation improved significantly. She even built a small house. There were many gossiping villagers who said that she had come to terms with her situation and that money would come easily to her."
Tang Quan exhaled a foul breath, extinguished the cigarette, and slightly nervously said, "These two events don't seem to be related and have nothing to do with our old mansion."
I told Tang Quan not to be too anxious and that there wouldn't be any trouble at home.
Tang Quan started to calm down a bit.
I quickly finished the rest of my meal and Tangle stood up to clear the dishes.
By the time Tang Quan came out of the kitchen, it was already pitch dark outside.
I told him to rest in his room and not to go outside if he heard any noise.
Tang Quan nodded and limped into his room.
Back in my room, I took a few pieces of plain yellow paper and folded them into a paper effigy as tall as a person.
Only after I gave it a touch of color did I put it in the main hall.
Then I removed the vermilion string and dog bone ashes from inside and outside the threshold of the main hall and the yard.
After completing everything, I could see with the corner of my eye that the paper effigy in the main hall, though still completely still, its bloodshot eyes seemed to come alive, moving restlessly around.
As I looked at it for a long time, it seemed to realize me and become quiet and still again.
I returned to the East Room and lay quietly on the bed, closing my eyes.
I was not sleeping; I was just resting my eyes.
I didn't know how long it had been, but I heard an extremely faint sound, the sound of opening the door and the soft steps of someone tiptoeing.
Suddenly, I opened my eyes, and my eyebrows subtly knitted together.
Something's not right.
The news scouted by Tang Quan made me make an initial judgment that the poor old man Gong was the human head in the night jar.
The deaths in the Tang family and in the village were probably because of the division of the remaining heritage of old Gong.
Therefore, I tore down all the decorations, made paper figures, and was inviting the ghosts out.
This is not its home, and I'm the one who has killed ghosts. Not only is Tang Quan living here like sitting on pins and needles, but it's also staying here with an uneasy heart.
After this poor ghost leaves, since the sick ghost never entered the mansion, it will be easier to deal with.
However, ghosts leaving should first hear footsteps before the door opens...
The sound was reversed.
That means the ghost hasn't left; instead, a "person" has come!
The sound of footsteps, light and cautious, is getting closer.
My nighttime tomb digging exercises have made my hearing very sensitive.
The steps of a ghost are like willow leaves brushing against the ground, almost without any sound.
Gradually, I closed my eyes again.
A few seconds later, the footsteps stopped outside my room.
A tingling sensation came over me, and my sixth sense told me that the other person was looking at me through the window.
