Lu Yingjiu was looking forward to Jing Xian's performance, guessing what kind of talisman paper he would use.
Detonating talismans, wind-controlling talismans, god-summoning talismans…all possible talismans flashed through his mind.
Then Jing Xian took a deep breath and opened the door!
Road welcomes wine:
He held his forehead with his hand. This was so simple and crude that he didn't even want to complain.
It was empty outside. Jingxian looked around as if he was shopping. He felt very sorry and said, "Why are you running so fast?"
When he turned around, he found that Lu Yingjiu looked strange and asked, "What's wrong? Are you scared?"
“… No.” Lu Yingjiu rubbed his brow, “How about next time, let me take over.”
I'm not afraid of bad players, I'm afraid of bad players who are also reckless. He was really afraid that Jing Xian would die suddenly.
Jing Xian immediately became alert, feeling that he seemed to have done something wrong again.
Clearly, last night, the ghost teacher said this: "I have been exorcising ghosts for so many years and I rely on momentum. As long as the momentum is right, the ghosts will naturally be scared away."
Jing Xian asked suspiciously, "Exorcising ghosts with your aura? Don't you have any talisman paper?"
"right."
"Then how did you die?"
"He was killed by a ghost."
Jing Xian: “…”
He was about to chase the man away and scold the night wandering spirit, but the ghost's eyes suddenly lit up and he looked gossipy: "Besides, aren't you pursuing someone? The most important thing is to show your courage and that, and that boyfriend power! If you meet a ghost, you can stop your wife, scare the ghost away, and then comfort him with tears in his eyes, wouldn't it be great?"
Jingxian pondered for a moment.
He is not really good at relationships. What he is best at is crushing other people's heads.
He asked, "Are you good at dating?"
"Of course not." The ghost puffed out his chest proudly. "When I was alive, my nickname was the little prince of love. Everyone chased after me, such as the class belle and the school belle. If you listen to me, I guarantee that the fire will ignite and the flames will burst."
Jing Xian looked at it and was very skeptical in his heart, but the last half of the sentence the other party said was so attractive that he really wanted to make a passion for wine with Lu Ying and make things happen.
So he didn't learn any exorcism techniques, but instead listened to a love lecture for the entire night, the theme of which was "The inevitable connection between courage and masculine charm."
And now, Lu Yingjiu, who should have been "tearful and held in his arms", looked at him with an indescribable expression and a complicated look.
Lu Yingjiu said softly: "Let me go next time."
The tone was really light.
I was afraid of hurting Jingxian's self-esteem.
Jing Xian: “…”
Now he just wanted to kill the Night Wanderer and the Prince of Love. He could already imagine how he looked in Lu Yingjiu's mind: naive, dissolute, reckless and stupid, with nothing good except his looks.
The noob ghost king.
Vase Ghost King.
Cannon fodder ghost king.
When the three are combined, they are invincible.
Lu Yingjiu continued, "However, it seems that I have to accept this commission. It has come to my doorstep. The evil spirit of this ghost is not gathered here. She must have come from somewhere else."
Although he didn't know why this old lady ghost came to his house, since she came from somewhere else, someone else might have seen her.
He opened the Two-Faced Buddha app and saw all kinds of supernatural posts floating on the forum.
It would be much more convenient if you could find it above.
Sure enough, after turning two pages, he found a post from someone.
Jing Xian also came over to take a look, his head touching his.
The poster said that he worked as a waiter in Xiangdong Bar.
I rented a room next to the bar, and it only takes about ten minutes to get to the bar.
But recently there are some strange things. There is an old lady across the street from me. I always feel like she is watching me.
She's back now. I'll take a look.
Several people responded to him.
Aren't you too suspicious, OP
Please give me some details, so that my brothers can help you analyze it.
There has never been a murder case in your building before, right
After a while, the host appeared again: She came in, and I continued to say, I live on the fifth floor. Many times when I went up the stairs, I found her standing at the fifth floor staircase staring at me, that way, you have no idea how long she stood there, I even suspected that she had been waiting for me to come back
Also, I think I saw her a few times in the bar. What is a woman in her sixties or seventies doing in the bar? Is she following me? I'm really going to collapse. I didn't go to work yesterday and couldn't sleep.
Wait guys, I took a photo of her before, upload it here
Someone else replied: Why, you don’t want to take the old lady to the bar
The old lady deserves a second spring!
The poster posted a blurry photo, which was obviously taken in a hurry. It showed a hunched-backed old lady with silver hair, a kind face, and wearing a thin floral shirt.
She looks exactly like the old lady standing at the door of Lu Yingjiu.
"It's him." Lu Yingjiu said.
He sent a private message to the poster to ask about the details, but the other party did not respond immediately. After looking at the records carefully, he found that he had not posted for a whole day and did not know what the situation was.
However, the Xiangdong Bar where the OP works is only a 30-minute drive from here.
Lu Yingjiu originally planned to take a taxi, but Jing Xian said, "Let's drive there."
He wanted to show off his luxury car in front of Lu Yingjiu, but Lu Yingjiu nodded and said, "Okay, my car is downstairs."
Lu Yingjiu seldom uses his car. When he occasionally goes to handle supernatural commissions, he drives a second-hand Honda SUV. He doesn't mind if it gets scratched or dinged.
I opened the car door and found the interior was very clean, without any personal belongings, revealing Lu Yingjiu's cold feeling.
Jing Xian said he liked driving, so Lu Yingjiu sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt carefully.
As soon as he got on the bus, he habitually wanted to catch up on some sleep - if he didn't have this good habit, with his poor sleep quality, he would have died suddenly long ago.
As a result, as soon as he sat down, he felt a sudden push from behind!
Jing Xian stepped on the accelerator hard, and the Honda rushed out aggressively. Lu Yingjiu was used to the old car driven by Ye Feng, and did not react immediately. He just felt like he was pressed into the seat. Everything outside the car window was moving backwards, the yellow helmet of the rider, the old man on the tricycle, and the rearview mirrors of various cars whizzing by at a very close distance... Fortunately, the red light in front stopped Jing Xian.
They overtook countless people and finally took first place.
Lu Yingjiu: "… There's no rush."
Jing Xian said, "I wasn't speeding..." He paused, and suddenly realized something, "Do you want to catch up on some sleep in the car?"
"That doesn't matter. I'll always find a chance to catch up on my sleep." Lu Yingjiu tilted her head slightly and looked at him. "But how did you know I wanted to catch up on my sleep?"
Only a few old friends know about this habit.
"Because," Jing Xian stumbled, "because you were yawning while eating wontons."
"Oh, that's true." Lu Yingjiu retracted his gaze, "I have always had trouble sleeping. It's okay, you can drive, just don't exceed the speed limit."
Having said that, although we were still overtaking, the speed had slowed down.
20 minutes later, they arrived at Xiangdong Bar.
This is a music bar, the venue is very large, there are three floors, and the upper floors are all private rooms. There is a stage in the middle of the first floor for people to play piano and guitar, and the entire wall on the left hand side is a wine cabinet, with a dazzling array of wine bottles, shining in the weak light.
There was no one in the bar early in the morning. They waited at the bar for a while before a middle-aged man with a stubble on his face came out.
The smell of cigarettes and alcohol mixed on him was not pleasant, and his tone was sleepy: "You two are drinking?"
Lu Yingjiu leaned against the bar: "I want to ask you something. Has your waiter asked for leave or been absent from work in the past two days?"
The uncle immediately became alert and looked at the two again. His gaze stayed on Jing Xian, who was obviously more intimidating, for a few seconds: "Are you the police?"
Lu Yingjiu smiled and sat down at the bar: "Give us something, whatever you want."
The uncle raised his chin suspiciously, took down a few bottles, and swung the cocktail shaker in his hands. He mixed cocktails and placed two glasses of mojito on the bar. Ice cubes and green mint leaves floated in the light-colored liquid.
Although Lu Yingjiu has the word "wine" in its name and he opened a fake bar, he actually doesn't know much about this and has no interest in it. However, he is not interested in wine, so it doesn't matter. He took a sip and said, "We are not the police. What happened is this: we saw a person on the forum who said he was a waiter here and seemed to have encountered a supernatural incident, so we came to take a look."
"Oh—" The uncle was still a little skeptical.
Lu Yingjiu opened her phone and showed him the interface of the Two-Faced Buddha: "I'm a ghost hunting anchor. I came here just to find some material for a live broadcast."
In fact, he had never broadcast live, but after all, the interface was formal. The uncle took a few glances and looked a lot more relaxed, but still did not give in.
Lu Yingjiu felt in his pocket; it was empty.
He doesn't smoke, but during the years he was in the Green Lantern Society, he would occasionally bring a few packs of good cigarettes with him when he went out to do things. Today, he accidentally forgot to bring them.
He was about to say a few more words when Jing Xian, who was standing next to him, took out a pack of soft Zhonghua cigarettes and handed it to him.
Lu Yingjiu thought, he is quite good at handling things. He turned his head and happened to meet Jing Xian's eyes - the other party raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, with a look that showed he was asking for reward.
The uncle took out a lighter, a blue flame shot out, and he licked the cigarette butt into an orange-red color. He took a deep breath, raised his head and exhaled, and said slowly: "You said it wasn't the police. In my opinion, it was Xiaoyang who posted this. He told me about this yesterday. Is it about that, that old lady?"
"right."
"You will be disappointed. He is suspicious and tends to think too much." The uncle also found a chair and sat down.
It was different with cigarettes, and he immediately started talking: "What supernatural old lady? It's just that the old man across the street has a bit of Alzheimer's disease and did some weird things. There's nothing to be surprised about." He sighed heavily, "I've told that kid so many times. He always said that one of our old customers wanted to harm him. He was absent from work for several days in a row, and no matter how I tried to persuade him, it was useless. I was about to fire him, but the old customer moved away, and he came back on his own."
Jing Xian said: "That is to say, he is always fantasizing."
"That's right." The uncle flicked the ash off his cigarette. "I can't talk about other personal privacy, so you should go back. Consider these two glasses of wine as gifts from me. I'll go outside to smoke. You guys can sit wherever you want."
He turned to leave, and Lu Yingjiu asked again: "By the way, what time do you usually get crowded at night? My home is nearby, come over and sit when you are free, it's better to have more fun."
"What time?" The uncle said vaguely, holding a cigarette in his mouth, "Let's start at seven or eight. It's different every day."
"OK."
The uncle went out.
Lu Yingjiu said, "Let's come back tonight. Although this bar is not haunted, Xiaoyang is definitely haunted."
Jing Xian laughed and said, "That must be a collision. That supernatural old lady has run dozens of kilometers to knock on our door."
"She's more suitable to be a debt collector." Lu Yingjiu was thoughtful, touching the wine glass, the coldness of the water seeped in, "And I always feel that the name of this bar sounds familiar."
At some point in the past, he must have heard this name. Who mentioned it to him? Chen Zheng? Chu Banyang
Jing Xian said: "Indeed, I checked before coming here, this is a famous gay bar in the circle."
Lu Yingjiu: “…?”
Lu Yingjiu: “…”
The explanation seemed to be making things more obvious, so he gave up.
Jing Xian smiled at him, a smile that was somewhat ostentatious and complacent.
He didn't know what he was happy about and drank the wine in one gulp.
Lu Yingjiu took a few sips of wine.
He moved his hand, and a piece of talisman paper was silently stuck on Jing Xian's back.
The talisman paper was very quiet and did not respond.
Jing Xian suddenly turned around and asked: "Where are we going next?"
He seemed to notice nothing.
"Didn't you just come to Lujiang? Is there any place you want to go?" Lu Yingjiu said.
He remained calm and with a slight movement of his hand, he took the talisman paper back.
He narrowed his eyes, and a hint of doubt flashed across his brown pupils, but was well hidden.