My eyebrows furrowed slightly.
Lao Gong's words are a bit ingratiating, I'm not very used to it.
However, it's not necessarily a bad thing.
The ghost is straightforward, like the cunning calculation of the old Gong. It's also a kind of "straight".
Once he becomes loyal to me, his calculations will only target others.
The man holding the small wooden box hesitated for a moment, then passed it on to someone else at a different position.
He passed it again, to the seat in front of me. The man turned around, picked a clump of fat from the inside of the coffin and scraped it along the edge of the urinal.
Lao Gong took deep breaths, and the corpse oil gradually decreased.
Common people rarely see ghosts, but the people on the car are not common, and with Lao Gong's deliberate attempt to let others see them, it is not surprising.
The small wooden box was passed back to the front row, and the oil lamp in the man's hand gradually extinguished.
Zhang Guo originally lay down, but stood up straight at this moment, still motionless.
The car drove for a very long time, and finally entered a street without street lamps. Under the irradiation of the car's high beam, I could see that the houses on both sides were mostly shanty structures, more dilapidated than those in the city's villages.
Finally, the car drove into a courtyard.
Zhang Guo was carried away, and the others got off one by one.
I was the last to get off, glanced at the gate of the courtyard.
The heavy iron door was shut tightly, with iron wire mesh wrapped around the sides, and there were also several vertical steel bars in the middle.
People with average skills, if they didn't jump in, but jumped out, would lose their air in mid-air and be penetrated through the body.
The cement ground was extremely cold, and on the other side were a row of houses.
The houses were very old, and there were red paint letters on the grey brick walls.
There was a door every few meters, and all of them were tightly shut.
Zhang Guo was carried into a door.
The others who got off the car each went into a different door, leaving only the oil lamp and the wooden box from earlier, and the person who had applied the corpse oil to Zhang Guo's body beside me.
"Please come with me," he seemed very serious, and led me to the room on the right side of this row of houses.
The room was quite simple, an old wooden bed, possibly older than I was, a wooden wardrobe that might be as old as I was, and a black leather sofa and coffee table.
The teapot was covered with speckles and scratches. He offered to pour me some water, but I politely declined.
It's not that I don't want to drink, but when he was handling the corpse oil earlier, I noticed some residue on his fingers.
"After Zhang Guo wakes up, he will talk to the master, so I'll go downstairs first."
The man stepped back out of the room and quietly shut the door.
I sighed and maintained my composure.
I gambled right... these people really have no ill intent towards me.
It's not just gambling... there's also guessing and deducing.
Previously, when I talked to Huāyíng, she mentioned that Jǐn Yang also had a group of people without rules and without constraint.
The small money from Feng Huanxuan is not enough to persuade him.
At first, I didn't make the connection that Zhang Xu was part of this group.
As I came here, they had extremely strict discipline, even stronger than the Huang Si. I knew then that it was definitely a group with organization.
Huāyíng's description of people without rules and constraints is indeed not exaggerated.
How could an ordinary person dare to lay hands on a reincarnation ghost from the City God Temple?
In general, I shouldn't collaborate with such an organization or people.
They have no concept of good or evil in their eyes, and every reincarnation ghost is actually an ordinary person.
But, those who claim to be guardians and masters of the rules, the Taoist priests who are hunting me, they have already formed an opinion, and with Sun Zhu egging them on, I don't even have a chance to explain.
The Huang Si only wants to use me!
Their pursuit is likely to be a facade of trying to win me over, but in reality, they want to use me for their purposes, even taking Huāyíng with them!
I have no way to break this situation, and I am almost at the end of my rope.
In my thoughts, I picked up the hot water kettle, poured some water into the enamel cup, blew it cool, and drank two sips.
The phone vibrated again, and this time I was sure it wasn't a delusion; it was indeed a call from Huāyíng.
After I answered, Huāyíng was extremely worried, asking me how I suddenly went offline. She knew it was very scary.
I felt a warm feeling in my heart unconsciously.
Previously, I couldn't understand this emotion, but now I'm clear about it.
Huāyíng cares about me, her emotions are very real, and I can't help but have a response in my heart.
I sighed lightly and then said, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"I'm coming to find you!" Huāyíng's tone was resolute.
"No!" I gave a decisive answer: "Don't leave the City God Temple. Huang Shu there is safer."
"Not safe..." Huāyíng's voice was low, and it sounded particularly bitter.
She explained a few sentences to me, and I finally understood the situation.
Originally, Huang Shu took her back and she initially felt safe. Huang Shu had her stay in the small room behind the statue.
However, later, a very important figure from the supervising Taoists came and had a long talk with Huang Shu.
She was cautious and let the bamboo mouse go to eavesdrop in order to hear the conversation.
The supervision wants her! They are willing to pay a certain price and hope that Huang Shu will agree!
Huang Shu did not explicitly refuse, nor did he explicitly agree; the person from the supervision temporarily left.
However, she felt that although Huang Shu seemed neutral on the surface, he actually wasn't very neutral either, and would consider the benefits of the City God Temple.
After hearing all this, my face turned extremely ugly.
Before I could even open my mouth, Huāyíng said again that she would come to the Underworld to find me. Although Máo San was difficult to deal with, the Underworld people had stronger discipline and were absolutely safe. She had a way to avoid detection, and she could temporarily cover up her face when she saw me. She could transform into a corpse makeup. The Huang Si and the Supervision would definitely not broadcast her fate.
This sentence of hers contained a lot of information.
My heart sank slightly.
I told Huāyíng that I'm no longer in the Underworld.
Huāyíng's voice changed slightly, asking me where I had gone? Leaving the Underworld, it's not safe!
I hesitated before telling her that I didn't know where I was either, it's just that there are a lot of shantytowns, and the houses are all very old. I came with a man named Zhang Guo.
I didn't directly say that Zhang Guo was the one who almost swallowed the reincarnation ghost of the City God Temple.
There are night watchers in the City God Temple, and there are ears on the wall. It's not safe to make phone calls to say this.
"This..."
I feel that Huāyíng at this time, should not know what to do.
I was also thinking deeply about what to do.
My pupils contracted slightly, and then I said, "Go to Uncle Tang. Outside the City God Temple, Uncle Tang's place should be safe and sound."
I mentioned the address to Huāyíng before.
Now, I think about it, the old Qin's name was so big, but he hid in a small village unknown to anyone, that village must have its own special and mysterious side.
"But what about you? What are you going to do?" Huāyíng was more anxious.
"I'm very safe, I will come find you as soon as possible," I said with certainty.
To let Huāyíng feel at ease, I smiled and said: "If I don't find you, what will I do if I catch Sun DaHai? All the treasure boxes have been chewed by Lao Gong."
After I finished speaking, Huāyíng's voice became timid.
"The Luo Xian is... you can't deceive me, you have to swear!"
I was stunned.
Old Gong on the night pot slightly lifted his head, his eyes rolling wildly, and he even licked his lips, dryly laughing.
I furrowed my brow, and Old Gong immediately shut up.
"Why are you silent?"
"Why don't you talk? Why won't you swear?"
Huāyíng's voice became trembling, weak, and thin like a mosquito's chirp.
"Luo Xian"
"Would you deceive me?"
