On the other side, Russell ran very fast, looking back from time to time, fearing that someone was chasing him.
Fortunately, the medicinal effect of the red iron relic poison is still quite strong. It melts in the mouth and takes effect as soon as it is taken.
Run away, run away.
He quickly came to the house opposite with the couplet. There was an old man named Zhou who seemed to be quite cultured and particularly liked Uncle Jiu's calligraphy.
It has been a while since they moved here and they have met each other several times. Russell has a pretty good impression of him.
But this time, he didn't even get through the door.
I saw a man standing at the door with a very sad expression. Russell knew this man. He was the nephew of Mr. Zhou.
"What are you doing here, little guy?"
"I'm here to see Mr. Zhou."
The man looked sad again. He looked at the couplet in Russell's hand and slowly lowered his head. "You are late. The old man has passed away."
"What?"
Russell couldn't help but open his mouth wide. He saw that he still had a long time to live, so how could he just leave like that
"Little guy, make way."
Just when he was about to ask more, a hoarse voice sounded from behind him, and an arm was placed on his body, then pulled back as if he had been electrocuted.
It even made a strange crackling sound, like water being dropped into a frying pan.
Russell turned around suddenly and saw a middle-aged man behind him. He had a gloomy face, a strange smell on his body, and a particularly strange look in his eyes.
He just glanced at him lightly, but frightened the middle-aged man so much that he dared not move and his body stiffened, like a domestic animal seeing a tiger.
After a long while, Russell slowly withdrew his gaze. The middle-aged man was like a monkey that escaped from the Five Finger Mountain. He was gasping for breath and was feeling lucky.
This strange behavior stunned Mr. Zhou's nephew who was standing nearby, and he looked bewildered and at a loss.
Although he didn't understand it, he always felt that Russell was very powerful.
Why do you feel this way
Is it an illusion
As if she had noticed the movement outside, another woman came out of the house. When she saw Russell outside the door, her eyes couldn't help but light up.
"Little Taoist priest, it turns out to be you!"
"Master?"
The middle-aged man couldn't help but be stunned. He looked at his palm and suddenly realized.
He took another look at Russell's young age, and his face was filled with envy.
The nephew surnamed Zhou was also a little surprised. He looked back at the woman and asked in a low voice, "Is this little kid also a Taoist priest?"
It's really incredible.
So this was an era when people could get married at a very young age and teenagers could be the masters of their own families.
But he was somewhat surprised that he could be called a Taoist priest at such a young age.
The woman nodded, stepped forward and took the couplet from Russell's hand. She seemed to be thinking of Mr. Zhou's death, and her voice sounded a little sad.
"Uncle has always wanted Uncle Jiu's couplet. Now that he is gone, he can take it with him. It can be considered as a wish come true."
When I mentioned the sad things, tears almost came down.
It seemed that she realized that crying in front of others was a little indecent. After all, New Year's Day was tomorrow, and it was not good to cry on such a festive day.
Mr. Zhou passed away in a very low-key manner. He was buried peacefully and did not want to disturb the festive celebrations of his fellow villagers and neighbors.
Just like he said before, people come here crying and making a fuss, and when they leave, they should leave quietly and not disturb others.
"When did the old man leave?"
Russell really couldn't understand how a person who had not yet reached the end of his life span could die.
There's no way it could be a demon claiming my life!
Old Man Zhou lives just opposite the charity cemetery. Although it is separated by a street, it is not a place where evil spirits or demons can harm people.
Are you looking down on Uncle Nine, or are you looking down on Russell
Faced with Russell's question, the nephew named Zhou felt his heart tighten for some reason and his attitude became respectful unconsciously.
"Little Taoist priest, the uncle left last night. I live in the countryside. I hurried as fast as I could and just got here."
This was also a letter that my neighbor asked someone to give me. I rushed all the way there and luckily I live nearby, so it arrived this afternoon.
The nephew surnamed Zhou continued to talk a lot, among which he talked about the identity of the middle-aged man behind Russell.
Walking Yin person.
A very niche, very old and very rare profession.
Rumor has it that everyone dies according to destiny, but this is not something that everyone knows.
Some people are in good health, but suddenly fall ill and die.
Some were weak and suffered from long-term illnesses, but they still lived a long time.
Some people don’t feel anything when they are alive, but feel sad and regretful when they die.
A ghost walker is a person who has such a profession. His soul leaves the body and summons the soul of the dead to enter the body, so that the dead can see their relatives for the last time.
When a dead soul possesses a person, it will inevitably have an impact on the body. At the mildest, the person will be in a trance for two days, and at the worst, he will suffer a serious illness.
However, generally speaking, such things would be rewarded very highly, and people who couldn't even afford to eat wouldn't care about the consequences.
Russell suddenly realized at this moment, no wonder he always felt that this man was weird.
He was surrounded by a sinister aura, mixed with a strange smell. Once you touched him, you felt like you were being electrocuted.
No wonder.
The nephew surnamed Zhou gritted his teeth, leaned in front of Russell and whispered, "Uncle left in a hurry and in a strange way. I suspect someone must have murdered him!"
Russell narrowed his eyes. It seemed that the only possibility that someone could dare to harm people so close to the charity cemetery without letting them notice anything was a human.
He stepped a few steps to both sides and nodded to the middle-aged man.
Although he can also summon spirits, this is someone else's job after all. It would be unethical to disturb them by traveling such a long way just for this business.
The middle-aged man was flattered and nodded with a flattering look on his face. This was a Taoist priest, not one of them, a lowly person.
The terrifying momentum just now and the slight pain in his palm reminded him all the time that the young Taoist priest in front of him was a truly capable person!
He stepped through the door carefully, and Russell followed him in.
In the room, the woman was kneeling and crying silently. Opposite her was the body of old man Zhou.
He passed away very peacefully, wearing ill-fitting clothes, with his arms crossed over his chest and a smile on his face, as if he had known of his death already.
Well, the more Russell looked at this, the more he felt that this was a murder scene.
Don't ask why.
This is the consequence after watching more than a thousand episodes of Conan.
The middle-aged man took out three incense sticks from somewhere and some paper money, and then bowed respectfully.
Then I lit some incense and burned some paper money. Soon the smell floated in the air.
There is a lot of knowledge involved in burning paper money, it is similar to fishing. If you want to attract ghosts, you must scatter bait.
When necessary, it can also be used as money to buy your life.
After taking your money, they will naturally do things for you and will not dare to harm you.
The middle-aged man straightened his clothes and slowly lay down aside. He looked solemn and felt gloomy all over.
Walking in the dark!
here we go!