Zhayi sat there, and Liu Shougui stood by the pool, looking at the water in the pool.
"What's going on?"
I'll go over there.
"This old bastard is here to ask for a spiritual weapon."
"This is not yours, are you here to steal it?"
"Is it okay for me to exchange?"
"No, you have nothing to exchange for it."
"Ghost magic."
I was startled. I didn't expect that when I was looking for ghost magic, Zhayi jumped out.
"You taught the rich second son ghost skills?"
"Yes, the rich family had offended me, so I taught them. They will always know that I taught them. Even the second son of the rich family doesn't know, because the person who taught him does not exist in this world."
"Why?"
"A wizard changes his body. A person who has been dead for many years changes his body, appears, and then disappears. Of course, this person no longer exists."
After Liu Shougui finished speaking, he sat down and glared at Zhayi.
"Ghost magic trading, if you learn this ghost magic, you can basically do whatever you want and get whatever you want."
"No, ghost magic is an evil thing. After learning it, good intentions will be deviated and one will become an evil person. In the end, this person will even harm his relatives."
"But you have achieved your goal. You can get everything you want."
"Zhayi, you are a wizard who cannot distinguish between good and evil. I want you to leave immediately. I don't want to see you again. You can't get this spiritual weapon."
"Then how can I get it?"
"Then it's not yours, forget it."
Zhayi left with a sneer on his face. When I saw this smile, I felt Jiacheng. This Zhayi would not be willing to accept this. Ghost magic can get everything and do everything, but he doesn't even use ghost magic. Why
"He can use ghost magic?"
"He knows how to do it, but he doesn't dare to use it. Ghost magic and witchcraft are in conflict with each other. If he uses it, he will die."
This is something I didn't expect.
I thought Zhayi would not be able to get the spiritual weapon, but then zombies appeared in the crematorium. It was a once-in-a-century event, and only Zhayi could handle it. So we negotiated the conditions. When Zhayi got the spiritual weapon, he ran away like a child.
I think this may all be a constant. Whoever it belongs to will own it.
I was surprised to learn that Dong Xiaoqiang’s Xilai Building burned down. I really didn’t expect that place to be burned down. Dong Xiaoqiang knew the cause of his father’s death.
If Dong Xiaoqiang died, I think no one would tell me how my father died.
Unexpectedly, one month after Dong Xiaoqiang's death, I received a parcel from him.
It seemed that Dong Xiaoqiang had arranged everything. I opened the package and found a painting, which was drawn on 8-fold paper in a hurry. But I could see that it was in Bone Village. Somewhere in Bone Village, a man was killed by a woman with a knife. That man was my father. Dong Xiaoqiang's paintings were very vivid and could capture the greatest characteristics of a person. He was a smart man.
I seemed to have seen this woman somewhere, and finally I found a point where the corners of this woman's mouth deviated downwards, which was an obvious feature.
I want to find this woman. What kind of relationship does this woman have with my father? Killing my father in Bone Village is a good idea. No one will ever know how my father died because there is no one in Bone Village. But how did Dong Xiaoqiang know
I asked He Dana countless times, and he just told me that my father didn't let me tell him not to seek revenge, saying that it was meaningless and should not leave resentment to me, but I kept looking for it.
Anyway, now I know. I always thought it had something to do with Yun Bai, but it seems not.
I showed Liu Shougui this painting.
"Do you know this woman?"
Liu Shougui took a look and his expression changed slightly. If you were not familiar with Liu Shougui, you would never be able to see it.
"Do you know him?"
Liu Shougui said nothing and was busy putting bait on the fishing hook.
"Speak."
"Yes, I know him. It doesn't matter whether you look for him or not. Death is predetermined. Some people will have a premonition three days before death. People like your father will have a premonition six months in advance. In the last three months, they can be sure of the day they will die. Of course, the method of death cannot be determined."
"This woman killed my father, no matter when my father died."
"You have been asking about this for so many years. I think you understand your father's intention. He just doesn't want you to live a life of resentment in this life, so he didn't let He Dana tell you. I'm afraid He Dana is the only one who knows about this. This Dong Xiaoqiang painting told you this. I'm afraid He Dana told Dong Xiaoqiang before he died. Because people have knots in their hearts, when they die, they will not be reincarnated. They have to find a happy solution. I think He Dana asked Dong Xiaoqiang to tell you this at your last moment, or at some point, so that you can give up. Your father's good intentions."
Of course I won't give up. I have to avenge my father's murder.
"I want to see this woman."
I got angry and jumped up.
"Well, then, Professor Mu Qing from the City University."
I had never heard of the name Mu Qing. I left He Dana's yard and went to sit by the river. This was the place where my father always took me to sit. I liked this place and liked watching the river. My father once said that watching the flow of the river was like watching one's own life flowing, alive and well, as alive as life itself.
I don’t know when Zhang Wen came. He sat down and took a long time to speak.
"Are you in a bad mood?"
"Well, I found the enemy who killed my father. I want to ask her why she killed my father."
"Actually, it's been so many years since this happened, let's give up!"
"No, at least I want her to go to jail."
"But without evidence, she won't admit it."
"I don't want to talk about this anymore, let's go drink!"
I went drinking with Zhang Wen, a man who was about 20 years younger than me, and I surprisingly got along very well with him. I don't know why this was so, it was quite strange.
That day, Zhang Wen did not mention the matter again.
The next day, after I went to work to deal with the matter, I left the crematorium. I always felt like someone was staring at me. During these days, I always felt like there was a pair of eyes staring at me from behind. I was not panicked, and even felt a kind of warmth. Who could it be? Sometimes I would turn around and look around, but I didn't see anyone.
I went to the City University and parked my car opposite the university gate. I lit a cigarette. The woman who killed my father worked here. I thought she must have enjoyed it very much. She killed someone and no one knew about it. He Dana knew about it but didn't say anything and didn't call the police. It was really a strange thing.
Of course, I don’t know what exactly happened.
I finished smoking, got off the car and went to the university gate. I asked the guard where Professor Mu Qing was.
"Building 8, Office 8 on the second floor."
I arrived at Office No. 8 and stood there. I knocked on the door for a long time. I heard a woman's voice. I pushed the door open and saw the woman, Mu Qing, who was the same one Dong Xiaoqiang had painted in the painting.
I saw Mu Qing's surprised expression, and it took her a long time to recover.
"Who are you looking for?"
Mu Qing was trying hard to appear stable.
"I'm looking for you, Mu Qing. I think we should have a good talk."
"I'm sorry, I don't know you, get out of here right now or I'll call security."
"Okay then, I'll wait for you at the door. You can't avoid anything."
Mu Qing's face had turned pale when I finished saying this.
Mu Qing's eyes told me that she knew me.
I came out, got in the car, and waited. I waited patiently because this was the answer I had been looking for all these years. It seemed that my mood became happier, and it was a kind of achievement.
Mu Qing came out without waiting until the end of get off work and stood at the door looking around. I thought she was looking for me.
I was in the car, she saw me, hesitated for a moment, then came over and got on the passenger seat.
"I know that sooner or later you will find me."
She suddenly turned around and made a big turn, and I was stunned for a moment.
"What happened?"
"I didn't mean to do that. I had a knife in my hand. You know that the Bone Village scares me. I'm a coward. I didn't expect your father to rush over and try to hug me. The knife stabbed me. He didn't see me holding the knife."
I've finished listening. Do you think I should cry or laugh
"You mean to say that my father molested you?"
"Yes, he should die."
I know this is not true. I know my father too well. Just like my mother, my father has never looked for any other woman.
"My joke was a bit too much. If you don't dare to take responsibility, then I will help you."
"I didn't, I really didn't kill anyone."
Mu Qing suddenly shouted, then covered his face and started crying.
I don't want that to be true, I know my father.
A loving father would never do such a thing.
I waited, waiting for Mu Qing to give me an answer.
Mu Qing didn't tell me the answer that day. She became silent. An hour later I spoke.
"Just go!"
Mu Qing got off the car and I drove to Liu Shougui's place.
"I saw that guy."
"Answer."
Liu Shougui asked simply.
"I don't believe that's the real answer."
"I've told you not to look for answers. There will never be a correct answer because no one knows the truth. She can say whatever she wants. She will do this to exonerate herself. If she dared to take responsibility, she would have turned herself in long ago. She is a woman who cannot take responsibility, so stay away from her. It's meaningless."
"But this is not the answer I want."
"What if you found the real answer?"
"I put her in jail so my father's death couldn't be in vain."
"Maybe there's ..."
"You won't give me the same answer as her, right?"
"No."
Liu Shougui stopped talking and said, “I was a little confused that day.”
When we got home, Liu Yang held the child. I took him and played with him for a while. The child was really cute. I could imagine how much my father loved me, but he couldn't even hold me. When I thought of this, I hated him, but I couldn't hate him. In any case, my mother didn't want to do that. The art of hooking, this kind of Yin science, has not been developed. Maybe it has something to do with this. If it is good, it is good, and if it is evil, it is a great evil.
I haven't told Liu Yang about this. I don't know what to do now. If I call the police, there is no evidence. Zhang Wen is right, there is nothing the police can do.
If this is the case, and this woman refuses to take responsibility and frames my father for his innocence, then I might do something to hurt her.
I didn't expect that Zhang Wen would call me.
"Give up on that matter and stop pursuing it. This is what your father meant."
"Teacher Zhang, don't worry about this matter. It has nothing to do with you."
What I find strange is that Zhang Wen went too far. Are we friends? Yes, but not to this extent.
I hung up the phone, and Liu Yang looked at me without saying anything. (To be continued)