Although the Black and White Impermanence had already left, Qiu Sheng still couldn't help but his legs trembling. He stammered, "Little, little, little, little, little master, master..."
"Just say what you want to say!"
Russell rolled his eyes and said, "Although I'm younger, you can't keep talking to me."
Unethical.
Qiu Sheng swallowed his saliva and mumbled for a long time without being able to utter a clear word. Russell sighed, thinking that his senior brother had too little experience.
If it were those netizens in the previous life, let alone the small Black and White Impermanence, even if the Jade Emperor was in person, they would dare to point at his nose and scold him as the watchdog of Hongjun Patriarch.
They are all keyboard masters, but when they really meet, let alone the Jade Emperor, even a little devil can’t beat them.
Haven’t you seen that Sadako has been so arrogant for so many years, and still no one can defeat her
Qiu Sheng is already very bold, because ghosts and gods are not so easy to encounter.
Russell wanted to reach out and pat Qiu Sheng's shoulder to comfort him, but after taking a look at the height difference between them, he silently withdrew his hand.
"Brother, just sit here for a while and take it easy."
Qiu Sheng was stunned, and he followed the instructions, sat on the cart, and became dazed. Just at that moment, he thought that his life was over.
In folk culture, only when a person dies can one see the Black and White Impermanence, with hats on their heads - you are here too, and they are looking for you.
No matter how powerful you are, how wealthy you are, or how beautiful you are, you still have to bow your head when you see the Black and White Impermanence.
Russell was relieved to see that there was nothing wrong with him and he was not frightened out of his wits.
If anything happened to Qiu Sheng, Uncle Jiu would definitely scold him severely. Even if Uncle Jiu didn't scold him, he would still feel bad about it.
He rubbed his hands together, looked at the body of the strong man lying on the ground, and couldn't help laughing.
It was time for the much-loved corpse-touching. To be honest, this was Russell's first time touching a corpse, but he was not nervous or afraid at all.
Corpses were the most normal thing for him. Although his uncle would always avoid him when opening coffins during rituals, the charity cemetery was so small and full of negative energy that he naturally became bolder over time.
Not only was Russell not afraid at all, he even felt a little bit of anticipation in his heart. Perhaps this was a bad habit he developed from playing games in his previous life.
Beat people, beat monsters, loot corpses, get equipment and gold coins.
Why!
The game is really harmful to people. Now when you see a dead person, your first reaction is to touch the corpse
The morals of the world are deteriorating and people’s hearts are no longer the same as before.
Although Russell thought so in his mind, his body was very honest. He ran to the sturdy man and started to feel around.
Two little hands kept moving around, touching his body. This kind of clothes didn't have any pockets, only the chest area where things could be placed.
Some cunning people will even put a pocket on the cuffs.
The more cunning ones will put a pocket on their underwear.
But that thing has a very strong smell. Since ancient people didn't like to take baths, there was no shampoo or soap, and it was not clean enough. Don't ask Russell why he knew that. It would be a shame to talk too much.
Russell usually wouldn't touch things like this, as it would bring bad luck.
He touched it twice and his face lit up with joy. He felt something. He subconsciously pinched it with his hands. It was round and soft.
Russell frowned, and immediately realized that something was not going on.
He looked carefully and found two meat buns in his hand, which were still fresh. Alas, he had indeed been thinking wrong.
This bullshit about women dressing up as men is all fake.
This was just a small episode. Russell threw the bun aside in disgust and continued his second visit to the corpse.
This time, he touched a good thing, took it out and saw that it was indeed a good thing.
It was not the secret technique that Russell had imagined. This sturdy man was just a small minion, possessed by the old yellow-skinned man. How could he have any secret technique on him!
What he touched was money, or to be more precise, a large amount of silver dollars!
Russell looked at the share, wow, it was almost four hundred taels. It seemed that this guy had gone out to cheat a lot.
This is equivalent to a windfall of nearly 10 million yuan.
I have money!
Russell's face lit up with joy. He glanced at Qiu Sheng who was in a daze in the distance, counted the silver bills in his hand, put away the three hundred and eighty taels, and shook the remaining two in front of Qiu Sheng.
Qiu Sheng finally came to his senses, and his eyes lit up when he saw the silver bill in Russell's hand. He was no longer afraid.
"Junior brother, how many people are there?"
"He's a big fat sheep, brother. We've made a killing this time. He has 20 taels of silver on him. We can each take half, which is 10 taels of silver."
Russell counted on his fingers seriously, "Brother, if you save a few more taels, you can buy a few acres of land and marry a wife."
Qiu Sheng's face suddenly turned rosy, and he looked extremely energetic. This was simply a windfall.
It was a full ten taels of silver. You have to know that he only earned a few cents every day by running the store for his aunt.
Every time Uncle Jiu went out to catch monsters, he would get ten dollars at most and two dollars at least, and he got very little.
After all, catching monsters and exorcising ghosts is not something you can do every day. If you can do one a week, it’s considered a big job.
Moreover, most of it has to be spent on the expenses of the charity cemetery, and he also has to be responsible for purchasing paper, ink, knives and inkstones for Uncle Jiu to draw talismans and the talented scholar Qiu Sheng to refine talismans.
Uncle Jiu is relatively better. He can draw talismans very smoothly and nine out of ten talismans can be drawn successfully. However, Wencai and Qiu Sheng have been practicing talismans for several years and have spent a lot of money, but they are still unable to draw successful talismans.
well!
Let’s not talk about it.
It’s funny to say that Uncle Jiu runs a bank and his family is also in a very difficult situation.
Uncle Jiu usually likes to save money and never spends it lavishly, because he is concerned about his two apprentices, who are stupid, average in talent, honest and not good at sweet talk, have no family background, and have no brothers or parents.
As a master, he has to worry about the marriages of his two disciples. No matter which dynasty, marriage is a big event, and it is so easy to arrange
"Brother, take these ten taels of silver and rest assured, I won't tell the master."
Russell patted his chest with his hand, looking like he was very loyal. His chest was bulging and the silver bills almost fell out.
Fortunately, Qiu Sheng was still excited at this time and did not notice it. He took the banknote with joy and suddenly felt that the sky was clear and the world was so beautiful.
He looked at the silver bill in his hand, reluctantly, and finally put it in the pocket of his underwear.
The junior fellow student was so generous. He didn't contribute much, but he just split the profits 50-50. He was really touched.
Russell looked disgusted.
"Junior brother, get in the car quickly, let's go back to the charity cemetery!"
Qiu Sheng was in a very good mood, as if he had picked up money when he went out. However, it was almost the same as picking up money, and what he picked up was not just small change.
He carried Russell into the cart and was about to leave.
Russell flicked his finger and the small ball of paper in his hand flew out and hit the sturdy man. The sturdy man was like being doused with diesel and caught fire. After a few breaths, he turned into a pile of black ash.
Qiu Sheng drove very fast and arrived at the charity cemetery soon. The water monkey was placed in a corner of the yard. The big rooster, the overlord of the yard, looked at the red-haired old monster and hiccuped in fear.
This thing is fucking scary, no, scary!
In the evening, Uncle Jiu came back and saw the red-haired old monster in the corner of the yard at a glance. He frowned.
"The art of nightmare!"