The room is very quiet, with no trace of noise.
Under such extreme quietness, time seems to move slower.
I put away my sympathy and compassion.
To its core, if not Zhao Kang bought the antique shop glasses to commit suicide in the abandoned building, nothing else would have happened subsequently.
I also don't think the victim is guilty, but it can be said that Zhao Kang lived a miserable life. The others who suffer his misfortune are even more tragic.
Do I pity him? Who pities me?
At most, I can help him with the aftermath, let his wife in his hometown get a sum of money to raise his child.
By now, my heart feels much more open.
We stayed at the house in Mao for a long time; I didn't feel sleepy, so I checked and reviewed all the items on me.
I carried the leather parchment with Yinshan bamboo, the Ziziphus jujuba wood mourner's stick pinned to my waist, as well as Tamarind wooden nails for sealing the coffin and some miscellaneous small items.
Nine streams of funeral arts, many items occupy not small space.
The last time in the Hou Si district, the gong was broken, to the point where I could only rely on some night watchman's physical skills, as there were no more gong-sounding techniques I could use.
The most powerful performance of a coffin maker is lifting the coffin and using the dragon poles, which I can't carry with me.
The fortune teller's money sword, bell... etc., all are in my suitcase, placed at the house of Zhenying.
Having insufficient tools limits the power.
However, Qianji village is full of ghosts. Even if I brought everything, it wouldn't help much.
Paper effigies and ghost witchcraft are the most effective against ghosts.
After my thoughts settled down, I stood up and pushed open the door.
A man stood straight outside the door.
It was the person who had previously smeared corpse oil on Zhang Gai and brought me into the room.
He bent slightly at the waist, showing a subservient attitude to me.
"I need a rooster, one that's over six years old, with claws that are at least two inches long. Can you get it?" I didn't bother with pleasantries and asked directly.
In the countryside, it's commonly said that dogs have a lifespan of eight years and chickens have a lifespan of six years. This is because as the years go by, these things become more attuned to humans.
Things that have lived for a long time can become possessed with spirit. Especially dogs and chickens, which are often kept close to people, have learned human habits and have witnessed people killing their own kind. They might do some harm unintentionally.
However, this is only true for ordinary people.
For the lower nine streams, the eight-year dog and six-year chicken serve a lot of purposes.
Coffin makers use roosters to anchor the coffin heads, body retrievers to suppress river ghosts with roosters, tomb attendants rely on the blood and tail feathers of roosters to wound evil spirits, exorcise corpses……
"Six-year-old chickens..." The man's eyes flickered with some discomfort, paused for a moment, and then asked, "I'll give it a try. Do you have any other needs?"
"Add another basket, it can cover the view and prevent the chicken from suffocating. By the way, what's your name?" I asked again.
"Qv. " The man answered slightly, bowing his head. Then, he took two steps back and turned around to walk towards the iron gate of the courtyard.
I stood at the door for a long time, quietly observing the layout of the courtyard. I only then noticed that besides the red characters on the grey bricks, there were also red slogans in front of the courtyard. Some phrases had a very strong sense of the era, but those times had long passed.
During this time, the iron gate opened and closed several times. Some people came back and they cautiously looked at me, then entered different rooms.
I went back to the house, closing the door.
Since I'm not part of the Ghost Altar group and it's just a superficial collaboration, I can't earn much trust from people.
At this time, my phone rang, but it wasn't a call, it was actually a strange text message.
I glanced at the content, this message was actually sent by Yang Guan, he meant that I knew who I got into a car with? Some things, once the bow is drawn, there is no turning back. Don't make a wrong step now, or no one can save me. Now go to find them immediately, it's still in time.
The Hou Si will still cooperate well with me and will also prevent the regulators from taking action against me.
I furrowed my brow, my heart feeling only cold.
At that time, when Zhang Xu wanted to capture me, Yang Manjing directly loosened his grip and retreated.
He followed me in front of the Underworld Circus, and then got my number and sent me a message to find them.
But I still have some utility value, and I might even be able to take Qianling back!
There's just one little problem...
They actually knew that the car was from the Ghost Altar organization?
I thought again, what car could escape the supervision and investigation of the Hou Si? Plus, at that time, Zhang Bei's head was split open, looking like a corpse... It's normal.
My thoughts were quick, and I sent back a message: "Mao You San said that no one would dare to take action near the Underworld Circus, but they used the Ghost Deception Technique on me. I was unaware when I was taken away, thinking it was Qianying who came! Now they want me to join them, but after I refused, I was put under house arrest."
Yang Manjing is a very cunning person.
If I show a strong attitude, making him feel there's no hope, he might exaggerate things and twist the truth.
And with this approach, the outcome might not be what I expect!
Indeed, a new message came back in just a few seconds.
"Yinshen nephew, where are you? If there's a landmark, I'll immediately send someone to rescue you! You must hold onto your true self! The Ghost Altar organization is very problematic! Extremely evil! Once you're inside, your fate will be out of your hands!"
After a pause, I replied back to Yang Manjing: "I don't know where I am right now, it's an empty room. But they seem to want to take me somewhere."
"Yinshen nephew, you must find an opportunity to figure out your location or notify me when they want to take you somewhere! This matter is of great importance! The boss has spoken, we'll go all out to rescue you out!"
Yang Manjing sent another message.
I replied with a good character.
I squinted my eyes slightly and put away my phone.
But the words Yang Manjing had said kept swirling in my mind.
Ghost Altar organization, a very big problem, extremely evil, and... out of one's control!
This further solidified my idea that no good deed goes unpunished!
In a flash, nearly two hours had passed. Qv didn't come knocking, and Zhang Bei didn't come back either. I lay down on the wooden bed.
This is not like being in a village in the city, or at Qianling's house. I can sleep without any concerns.
My eyes are half-open, maintaining a semi-asleep and semi-awake state.
When I was in my teens and learning the nine streams of martial arts, the first thing I did was to practice my courage.
The old Qin would have thrown me to the mass grave.
Such places not only have spirits lying in the graves, but also living undead wandering around.
Normal undead cannot move, but they can cause abnormal changes around them by relying on their malevolent energy. Special undead can move slightly after stiffening, while living undead is no different from living people.
That day's Han Qu was a living undead!
At first, I even couldn't sleep on the graveyard that day. Eventually, I had to sit down and rest, but almost fell victim to having my heart taken out by the corpse.
After that, I mastered the skill of sleeping with my eyes half-open...
My vision became slightly blurred, and the ceiling darkened. The spider webs in the corner of the room went from clear to blurred.
I gradually fell asleep, but I still retained my hearing.
But soon, I felt a sense of emptiness and then a heavy panting sound, coming from my own mouth!
