"People are afraid of ups and downs, do you know what Xiang is most afraid of?"
"Xiang is most afraid of two shorts and one long."
Following the figure at the crossroads, turning around, Fangzheng saw clearly that this was a refined middle-aged man who looked a bit like a schoolteacher.
And in front of the middle-aged man, there is a brass-colored brazier, which is burning yellow paper, paper money, ingots and other ghost objects.
In the opponent's hand, there are three burning incense sticks.
It is the kind of incense that is often burned in temples.
The situation in front of him all showed that the other party was worshiping the soul of the dead.
However, the three incense sticks in the middle-aged man's hands are strangely two short and one long at the moment, short on both sides and long in the middle.
Fang Zheng noticed the eyes of the middle-aged man, who had been staring at the yellow paper stuck under the sole of his shoe. Fang Zheng quickly tore off the yellow paper, carefully placed it on the ground, and sincerely apologized to the dead soul.
It's not about superstition or not.
It doesn't matter whether you believe in ghosts or not.
It is to pay due respect to the deceased, not to desecrate the deceased.
After Fangzheng finished all this, he found that the middle-aged man had turned his back on him again, ignored him, and continued to burn paper money and yellow paper in the brazier. After this episode, Fangzheng couldn't help feeling a little more fond of this middle-aged man with the temperament of a teacher. He can pay respect to the dead, at least this person is not too bad.
There was only one way to go in front of him, so Fangzheng had no choice but to move on. This time he was much more careful, trying his best to avoid yellow paper and paper money on the ground along the way.
At this time, another gust of wind blew up, Fangzheng's nose fluttered a few times, and his brows frowned.
It was the pungent sour smell of rotting corpses.
As he got closer to the middle-aged man, the rancid smell gradually became stronger, and it was coming from the direction of the middle-aged man. Fangzheng remained calm, and when he passed the middle-aged man carefully, he saw a look in Fangzheng's eyes that was completely in line with his age. The inconsistent deep and faint light flashed by, and suddenly, Fang Zheng's face changed drastically.
Dead breath!
In the middle-aged man, he saw the soaring, dark corpse aura, and the aura of death!
Huh
wrong!
Fangzheng observed carefully, but saw a glimmer of life from the other party. Amidst the overwhelming death energy, there was a deeply concealed living yang energy.
The living and the dead
Dead Man Takes the Sun
Fangzheng was vigilant, and began to search for a lot of knowledge about this aspect that had recently been charged in his mind.
At this time, Fang Zheng realized that the three incense sticks in the middle-aged man's hand changed from two short and one long to level again, which is really strange, and Fang Zheng was amazed.
"Mr. Fu, you've played tricks again in the middle of the night to scare ordinary people."
A voice sounded, Huh? Fangzheng was startled. The voice... seemed familiar, so he subconsciously followed the voice.
Only then did Fangzheng notice that there was a shop that was only open at night in his blind spot at the intersection, and the shop was brightly lit.
Taking a few steps forward, Fangzheng finally saw the owner with a somewhat familiar voice... Butcher Zhang who was serving a plate of pig's ears!
Fangzheng was taken aback.
Not only Fang Zheng was taken aback, but even Butcher Zhang, who was about to take a sip of wine, was obviously taken aback.
But Butcher Zhang was the first to react.
Seeing that he quickly returned to that calm expression, after drinking the wine in the glass, he calmly said: "My ghost knife can be used smoothly."
Fangzheng was not allowed to refute at all, because Zhang Butcher's gaze was already looking directly at Fangzheng's waist.
Under the cover of Fang Zheng's back coat, there was a scabbard pinned there.
Fang Zheng's expression changed immediately.
Depend on! His scalp was a little numb, and he couldn't help complaining in his heart, did Butcher Zhang say it unintentionally? Or did he already see something
Fangzheng stood at the same spot, his mind spinning quickly, thinking about how to respond in the most natural way. At this moment, the deadly middle-aged man who had been squatting at the intersection burning paper money, that is, Mr. Fu, got up. Walk back to the shop.
"Since I'm Butcher Zhang's friend, come in and sit down."
After Mr. Fu passed by Fangzheng, he walked into the store on his own.
At this time, Fangzheng noticed that from the first glance just now, this Mr. Fu, who has the temperament of a teacher and is called by Butcher Zhang, has always been holding a dead face and expressionless from the beginning to the end.
Thinking of this, Fangzheng suddenly felt inexplicable pain.
Butcher Zhang's indifference.
Mr. Fu's dead face is expressionless.
As expected, like attracts like.
Fang Zheng didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly smiled generously, and saw him walk into the shop generously, and sat down directly beside Butcher Zhang.
"That Ghost Head Knife is good to use. The only regret is that it's too short, and sometimes it's too weak to cut." Fangzheng picked up another pair of clean chopsticks, picked up a piece of pork ear meat, and chewed it in his mouth. Praise for the delicious taste.
Be generous.
No hypocrisy, no timidity.
Butcher Zhang took a look at Fangzheng, and offered to pour a glass of wine for Fangzheng.
Some people say that wine table culture is the most unpredictable. It can easily turn brothers against each other, and it can also make two strangers become friends at once.
It depends on whether your wine can enter the other party's eyes.
Fangzheng was not pretentious, and gulped it down in one gulp.
At this time, Fangzheng also took the opportunity to look at the situation in the store. This is a Ming store opened in the old street, which specializes in selling funeral items, such as paper money, yellow paper, shrouds, incense candles and ingots, etc.
Only the paper man was not seen.
But Fangzheng's gaze was more focused on Mr. Fu, what was going on with those dead and corpse auras
It has always puzzled him.
Butcher Zhang's friend, Mr. Fu, is he dead? Or alive
Ming shop is divided into the front hall for doing business and the back hall for storing goods. Ever since Mr. Fu entered the shop, he has not come out of the back hall.
"Are you curious?" Butcher Zhang looked at Fangzheng calmly, not sure if he meant something else.
"follow me."
Butcher Zhang got up and walked to the back hall.
Fangzheng hesitated for a while, but still followed.
As soon as he entered the back hall, Fang Zheng realized that the temperature in the back hall was obviously lower than that in the front hall, and the lights were also slightly dim and gloomy. Then he saw three coffins lined up in the back hall.
Fangzheng was surprised.
Nowadays, cremation is popular, and the country has long banned burials. There are no coffins in the city, and coffin shops have also changed their jobs one after another. The only chance people have to see the coffin is the ice coffin rented from the funeral home. Of course, in certain rural areas where legal awareness is still weak, some burial customs can still be seen. Unexpectedly, there are actually three coffins in this dark shop in Zhou City.
Fangzheng was quite courageous. He probed into the coffins and found that they were not empty, but each had a female corpse lying there.
I saw that Mr. Fu was busy before, and he was encoffining the three female corpses. At this time, the makeup of the corpses had been put on, but Fangzheng's brows still couldn't help frowning. This way of death was a bit miserable.
"There is a place at night that will be lively, are you interested in going to see it together?"
Butcher Zhang is what Fang Zheng said.
"Mr. Fu, me, you, three people together."
(end of this chapter)