"I didn't leave, I didn't make a sound, I just stared at Huang Shu."
After about a minute or two, Huang uncle sighed lightly: "Your identity is special, more or less, Kun Ying has told me something, it is not appropriate to deal with the supervision people, stay here for a while, or leave."
Upon finishing his words, Huang Shu walked out.
He quickly disappeared at the entrance of the City God Temple.
Siye has disappeared.
Just like how he always disappears in ghostly ways, he left just as ghostly.
I twisted my head and looked at the City God statue, the heaviness in my heart became stronger.
Mengying has encountered trouble.
At first, the Huang Si was very concerned about her, and also mentioned that she had a special identity.
But after involving the Qinjiang village, which is even worse than the half-completed building, and a serious criminal case, his attitude changed directly.
He chose to be prudent and protect himself without hesitation.
Although Huang Shu is involved, he is only responsible for managing plague ghosts, while Meng Ying is a case of "more likely to die than to live...
The statue in my line of sight, though colorful, exuded an intense chill.
Is it an individual case, or does everyone in this line have this same personality?
Such a cold heart, such a thin feeling?
I closed my eyes, and only after a long time did I manage to calm down my emotions.
When I opened my eyes, the only thing I could see was indifference.
One person could be an exception, but when the number of people increases, it's not an exception anymore, but the "rules" of this industry.
For Huang Shu, the respect for the elderly was diminishing.
Perhaps his kindness to me still stems from the fact that I helped the City God Temple and my potential role.
Walking out of the entrance of City God Temple, I headed straight to the road.
My pupils constricted slightly as I thought of something.
I turned around and walked to the end of the side of the City God Temple, which connects to the foot of the mountain.
The traces I dug with Meng Ying were still there. I quickly dug up the soil and found a red and white porcelain pot.
The moon didn't know when it appeared, the light of the lotus root shone on the night pot, but the night pot had many rusted spots.
The blood-red string wrapped around the mouth of the pot was over the surface of the pot's mouth, and the coins still exhaled blood drops.
I quickly flipped the night pot over, pouring out the dirt inside.
For a moment, I slightly closed my eyes, and my thoughts were faster.
Huang Shu once reminded me that when dealing with ghosts, I should be cautious of being retaliated by them.
In fact, I haven't really dealt with the headless woman at all; it was arranged by Lao Qin's head, and I know nothing about her.
Lao Gong is a very strange poor guy.
He exploited Huang Qin's husband and emptied the money of the entire village.
After meeting him, he said several more things, including Tang Qianqian being arrested, people plotting against me, and ghosts plotting against me...
These things all came true!
There's a saying that ghosts' words are countless, and I don't want to listen because I'm afraid of being fooled by Lao Gong.
But in the current situation, no one can help me.
No one else is willing to help Mengying, they really want her to fend for herself, wish her luck...
I can't just ignore it.
And Lao Gong... if I could control him, and he were to provide some beneficial information for me, it would be a great help!
After my thoughts settled, I removed the blood-red string and coins that were tied around the mouth of the pot.
A faint gray aura circled around the pot's mouth.
However, it was difficult to form into a shape at first.
Lao Gong has been dispersed so many times that his soul body is extremely weak.
I'm afraid that after a while, it will become a restless soul. Even if it is formed, it will still lack consciousness.
I took out a piece of human skin paper from my pocket.
I unfolded it and then folded it to a quarter of its size before starting to fold the paper person.
Soon, a paper figure as tall as my arm appeared in my hand.
I bit my finger and dotted the eyes.
I placed the paper person next to the night pot.
The blood-red eyes, which were originally dead and silent, soon began to be shrouded in the gray aura.
The paper person suddenly shook, and the paper head changed, it was indeed Lao Gong's wrinkled face!
His eyes were not as lively as before, turning woodenly. His gaze fell on me.
The next second, his eyes were filled with terror. With a loud bang, the head of the paper person burst into gray mist, and it turned back into a lifeless paper person.
My brow was furrowed.
Why is Lao Gong so afraid of me?
I said nothing and made no movements. Why did he scatter his soul body all by himself?
I wiped my index finger over the paper person's lips, and I could feel a tug. My body was depleted a bit.
In the next second, Lao Gong's head replaced the paper person's head again. His lips were red, and he stuck out his tongue and licked it twice.
His eyes, cunning and slippery, kept turning to fixate on me.
However, at the bottom of his eyes, there was still more panic.
I also knew that Lao Gong was so afraid of me because he had suffered too many losses in my hands.
"I have no malicious intent. I'm here to ask for your help. If you can help me, I will set you free." My tone was calm.
Lao Gong didn't respond. His eyes continued to twinkle, and panic turned into a cunning and calculating thought.
This made me feel a bit down in my heart.
Suddenly, a few large beads of sweat appeared on Lao Gong's wrinkled head.
The sweat of ghosts is also the condensation of negative qi, and its color is gray.
In the next second, Lao Gong shot into the night pot.
The night pot shook, and the rust stains on the surface were restored to their original appearance.
I frowned and stared at the bottom of the night pot.
Lao Gong was curled up there, and the paper figure had been flattened.
The cunningness in his eyes disappeared, and his panic was even more intense than before!
Without a body, he can't sweat, but if he had one, he would probably be drenched in sweat by now.
Without saying more, I tied the night pot to my waist and walked in the direction of the roadside.
A chilling, icy sensation kept spreading from my waist, numbing my skin.
The night pot shook lightly, and Lao Gong's trembling, dry voice echoed in my ear.
"Die... die..."
"I don't want to! I don't want to!"
Suddenly, a paper hand shot out from the night pot, grabbing at my waist viciously!
I casually cast a talisman to seal the mouth of the night pot.
That hand shot back in a flash, and the scream disappeared.
This talisman does not harm ghosts, but only has the effect of sealing.
Huang Shu roughly told me about Lao Gong; he can see people's luck and judge certain things accordingly.
However, I feel that it might not be just that.
He obviously knows what I am going to do, which is why he is so panicked.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't agree now. If he still doesn't agree by the time I get to Qinjiang village, I will feed him to the ghosts.
In a flash, I walked to the roadside.
There were no people around, and it was impossible to catch a ride. The only option was to walk towards the city.
The sense of being followed was still there, which caused me to frown slightly.
I have already communicated with Yang Guan, and they still follow me. What is the meaning of this?
It took about half an hour to reach a place in the outskirts with a few people. I hailed a taxi and told the driver to go to Qinjiang village in the south of the city.
The driver was startled and immediately refused to take me, the car drove off without looking back.
I furrowed my brow, and then suddenly thought, "Qinjiang village has been making headlines with its ghostly incidents for years. After so many years, the ordinary people must have heard about it even more vividly."
The taxi drivers are all local people, they probably won't be too willing to go.
I tried to hail several more taxis, but it didn't work. So I had to call Yang Guan and ask him about the landmark buildings near Qinjiang village.
The phone on the other side was silent.
