Chen Ling knew that his words were a bit cold, and without waiting for Master Wu to ask again, he took the initiative to say, "I don't have a sect."
Zhao Xunchang had always maintained a good relationship with his fellow disciples, but for some reason he left Longhu Mountain many years ago.
If we have to talk about sects, he and his master should form a separate sect.
Master Wu: "But the way you just stopped the bleeding..."
"Oh." Chen Ling said, "I usually study a lot of different things."
Master Wu's eyes almost turned red with envy. He had read a lot of miscellaneous books, but he could not learn from 99% of them.
He was open-minded and had long ago faced the reality of his lack of talent, but his admiration for the strong never diminished: "Mr. Chen, do you need someone to do odd jobs? I can do laundry, cooking, cleaning, folding quilts, and everything else."
Chen Ling: “… Not missing.”
Master Wu was so anxious that he didn't know what to do: "Well, then, do you need a bag-carrying boy? I have first-class bag-carrying skills."
Mr. Gao next to him snorted coldly, full of contempt.
Master Wu ignored him. Seeing that Chen Ling remained unmoved, he began to play the victim: "Mr. Chen, I have been an orphan since I was young. I was picked up by a blind fortune teller and saved myself from freezing to death or starving to death. Later, my adoptive father died, and I could only rely on the little tricks I learned to make a living."
In order to highlight the difficulties he faced, he lamented repeatedly.
"You've seen that my skills are really not up to par. And to be honest with you, I took Mr. Gao's order not because I overestimated myself, but because my wallet was empty. If I didn't take it, I would have been homeless and hungry." He took a breath and looked at Mr. Gao, "Mr. Gao, I have to say sorry to you too. If Mr. Chen hadn't shown up, I'm afraid we would have died here a long time ago."
Mr. Gao was caught off guard by him and waved his hands awkwardly, "Let's not talk about the past. We have been through hardships together, so we are friends."
Master Wu smiled at him, his head drooped, and he didn't care about his dignity. "Mr. Chen, you look younger than me, so I'm not ashamed to call you brother. I don't ask for anything else, I just hope you can let me follow you, so that I can observe and learn a few tricks when you take orders."
He is indeed a man with a story. The master’s look at him was absolutely right.
People like Master Wu who have some professional knowledge and are not afraid of ghosts are the first choice for the cemetery. But there are not many positions in the cemetery. Except for the position of the general manager, which is impossible to give up, the other positions are not very good.
Chen Lingzheng asked: "Mr. Wu, do you mind being a security guard?"
Master Wu: “…Ah?”
"It's like this. Our Yuheshan Cemetery will be completed in a few months. We are short of a security guard. Oh, and we are also short of an external liaison salesperson. If you don't mind, you can choose one of them."
Worried that he would be misunderstood as a sick capitalist who exploits the working people, Chen Ling hurriedly added his company's welfare benefits, "The basic salary is this amount, five insurances and one fund, food and accommodation are provided, and there are mid-year and year-end bonuses."
Master Wu looked at the numbers shown by the young man and felt that he had made a great profit.
Competition in the ghost-catching and fortune-telling industry is fierce, and sometimes people even fight with others for customers. He ventured into society alone, unlike those who have a sect as a backer, and most of the time he could only eat the leftovers of others and pick up small orders that others looked down upon.
Now that there is a harbor that can shelter you from the wind and rain right in front of you, only a fool would not want it.
Master Wu shouted excitedly: "External liaison, I do external liaison!" What's the point of being a security guard, it's better to go out and do business.
Chen Ling nodded seriously. Although their Yuhe Cemetery had not yet been built, it had all the necessary formalities and was a formal unit. "Let's sign the employment contract tomorrow."
Master Wu was so happy that he wanted to perform a Yangko dance on the spot. He rubbed his hands and said with a silly smile: "Brother Chen, I will follow you from now on. Don't call me Mr. Wu. Just call me Wu Weiwei, which means great Wei."
Chen Ling took out the business card he had obtained earlier: "Aren't you Bufan?"
Wu Weiwei: "If you want to get involved in this world, you must have a nickname. Bufan is the name I gave myself."
Chen Ling: “…”
It sounds so high-end, but neither he nor his master have Taoist names!
Titles and names are all empty words. Chen Ling was only a little envious, but was mostly happy.
The team of Yuheshan Cemetery has finally expanded!
The rustling crawling sound came from the ceiling again, and Chen Ling knew that the thing upstairs was locked up.
He calmly took out a box of playing cards from his backpack, unwrapped them and poured them out: "Let's play poker for a while to kill time. If we really can't stand it, we can take turns squinting our eyes."
Mr. Gao laughed dryly. He didn't expect Chen Ling to be so down-to-earth.
He took the initiative to shuffle the cards and asked, "Are you not going to bet money?" He was a first-rate card player and would not pretend to lose. What if he won money that he shouldn't have won and made the master very angry
Wu Weiwei had the same concerns and said hastily: "Gambling is not good, let's focus on entertainment."
It's easy to pass the time playing cards. You win one round, I lose two, and this goes on one after another until it's soon midnight.
There is no moonlight tonight and dark clouds cover the sky.
The area around the villa was silent and the room was dead still; even a pin drop on the ground would be audible enough.
The crawling sounds on the ceiling had long since changed their pitch, and loud noises of smashing and terrifying screams continued to be heard from the baby room, and the entire villa was shaking.
Chen Ling calmly lifted his eyelids and glanced at the ceiling, then played his last card: "I lost again."
Mr. Gao was embarrassed. "Thank you for letting me win."
Chen Ling glanced at his cell phone and it was almost twelve o'clock.
As soon as midnight arrives, the yin energy becomes thicker and evil spirits often appear at this time. The thing upstairs will only rush more and more frantically, trying to escape from the cage when the yin energy is at its peak.
The blockade must be reinforced just in case.
Holding down Mr. Gao's hand as he was about to shuffle the cards, Chen Ling looked at Wu Weiwei and said, "Give me your ink line."
Wu Weiwei hurriedly took it out of his bag, handed it over with both hands, and asked eagerly: "Where do you need to seal it? Do you want my help?"
"Yes." Chen Ling said and looked at Mr. Gao again: "Is Mr. Gao strong?"
Mr. Gao was stunned: "It's not bad."
Chen Ling felt relieved, and took the two of them out of the door and around to the back of the villa. Looking up, he could see the window of the baby room that was blocked by the blackout curtains, and the criss-crossing ink lines outside the window were a little sparse.
"Mr. Gao, come here." Chen Ling tapped the ground with his toes, and when Mr. Gao came over, he motioned for him to half-squat, and then stepped on the other's shoulder.
Mr. Gao's body swayed, but fortunately Wu Weiwei supported him and he did not fall.
Chen Ling took advantage of the height to step onto the windowsill on the first floor, stretched out his arms, grabbed a nearby water pipe and leaned his body over, while his two long legs also wrapped around it.
Looking at Brother Chen's clumsy climbing posture, Wu Weiwei felt better about being crushed by the master. It seemed that Brother Chen was not omnipotent and it was obvious that he was not good at sports.
Chen Ling climbed to the second floor, took out the inkstone hanging on his waist, and reinforced the original net to make it denser.
The tightly closed curtains were suddenly pulled open, revealing a face, followed by a pair of bloody hands pressing on the glass.
The glass broke with a sound, and the baby's distorted face was pressed against the glass. The skin was cut by the sharp cracked glass and began to bleed.
The blood-stained cracks grew bigger and bigger, and the things inside were trying madly to crush the glass.
Chen Ling held the water pipe, crossed one leg and stepped on the narrow platform extending from the junction of the first and second floors. He said calmly: "I have tried it. This ink line is very strong. Even if you squeeze the window, the glass will not be able to cut through this net for a while."
With a click, the largest crack in the glass appeared.
The hands that were pressing on the glass slapped hard again, and the dark, sinister eyes widened to the extreme, and tiny pieces of glass shattered into pieces burst out.
The ink line pushed most of the glass back into the window, and only a very small amount of overly fine glass fragments flew out from the holes in the net.
Chen Ling was unable to dodge and was hit by the flying glass. He raised his thumb and wiped his cheek, leaving a bright red mark on his fingertips.
"You're bleeding." The baby showed a hungry look and stretched his face out fearlessly. The skin that touched the ink line sizzled and smoked.
He was not afraid of the pain. The flesh on his cheek squeezed out from the intersecting squares of the ink lines, fell onto the windowsill, and then glued together at an extremely slow speed.
Chen Ling was furious. He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Ah!" The baby's lips cracked, and his eyes, which were splashed with blood, burst on the spot, with pus and blood flowing out.
The creature that had been baring its fangs and claws finally showed fear. It quickly fled from the window and crawled violently on the ceiling and walls, its nails maliciously scratching the hard barriers.
Chen Ling pursed his lips, trying to suppress the pain on the tip of his tongue, and loosened the strength on his hands slightly.
Just as he was about to slide down, his eyes caught the pieces of meat on the windowsill that were about to stick together. He made up his mind, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, wrapped the meat, and brought it back to the ground.
Seeing the new big brother land safely, Wu Weiwei nervously moved closer and immediately smelled a foul odor.
He pinched his nose and said, "What's that smell?" He was disgusted for less than three seconds before he saw the very small wound on Chen Ling's face.
"Brother Chen, you are injured!" Wu Weiwei carried a Band-Aid with him and he took out one and put it on Chen Ling.
Chen Ling was angry, so he said thank you and turned around to walk into the villa.
When Wu Weiwei and Mr. Gao rushed back, the young man was sitting in front of the coffee table, throwing something into the ashtray.
He was holding a talisman paper, and after the blue flame started burning, it was pressed into the ashtray.
The pieces of food in the ashtray crackled when they were touched by the fire, and Wu Weiwei immediately remembered the pork belly that was roasted on bamboo sticks over the fire during a barbecue.
Mr. Gao pinched his nose and said, "Mr. Chen, what is this?"
Chen Ling glanced towards the second floor: "Rotten meat."
The talisman fire burned, and a wisp of black smoke floated out from the rotten meat. The moment it turned into ashes, there was a loud bang from the second floor and a shrill cry suddenly rang out.
Wu Weiwei stood up in horror, his whole body on guard. He could tell that the thing seemed to be in great pain and was on the verge of a rage.
Chen Ling fanned the smoke twice with his hands and it became lighter.
Mr. Gao was so frightened that he finally managed to squeeze out a voice from his throat: "Mr. Chen, what on earth did you burn?"
Chen Ling repeated inexplicably, "Didn't I tell you it's rotten meat?"
What kind of rotten meat would have such a foul smell, and once it burned on the second floor, it started to go crazy. Mr. Gao muttered to himself, and then he saw the young man pointing at the ceiling.
Wu Weiwei was the first to react, and stood there in disbelief.
Who in their right mind would grill the meat that fell off a ghost
Brother Chen is too cruel!