The night is very quiet.
Russell stared at the ceiling, and when his ears moved slightly, he heard a rustling sound.
He turned over suddenly and quietly came to the window, and saw Uncle Jiu skillfully climbing over the wall and jumping around on the roof.
It seems that the master is not what he said after all...
Russell narrowed his eyes slightly, and fell down directly, and his whole body began to freely fall.
Just as he was about to fall to the ground, a pair of wings suddenly opened behind him, flapped gently, and the whole person flew across the sky like an arrow.
"Can you get away?"
Russell slowly raised his right hand. In the palm of his hand, a little man kept pointing in a direction, pointing to the darkness in the distance.
His figure instantly turned into a black light and disappeared into the silent moonlit night.
The master was right. In terms of the ability to judge people, Russell was indeed better than him, even far better than him.
He knew and saw much more.
On the mountain road in the distance.
Two men were riding fast horses, one of them was the fortune teller, and the other looked strange, with a small goatee.
"You stinking fortune teller, I've been telling you to be more optimistic all day, but you just wouldn't listen. Now you're in trouble, aren't you?"
"Screenshot, how could I have known it was such a coincidence!"
Faced with the goatee's complaints, the fortune teller was also full of complaints.
Everything was going as planned, but something unexpected happened.
The person has been deceived and the money has been obtained, but how come a Taoist priest suddenly appears halfway through the process
He just gently placed his hand on his shoulder and made him unable to move. He must be a real Taoist priest with great abilities.
If it weren't for Goatee's cheering, both of them would probably have been in trouble today.
The two men shuddered at the thought of what would happen if they swindled women and children out of their money, even out of money for life-saving treatment.
Thinking of this, the two of them couldn't help but squeeze their thighs together, and using the moonlight to make the horses under their crotch run faster.
As they ran, Goatee couldn't help but complain, "I shouldn't have lied to you earlier. Why did you have to stop..."
"You're the only one who talks too much!"
The fortune teller scolded, even though there was no one around, he still lowered his voice, "Didn't I tell you that doing this is retribution, don't mention it again in the future."
"Oh!"
The man with the goatee was obviously a little disdainful. It was really ridiculous that people in this line of work still had a conscience.
He casually raised the whip and hit the sack beside him hard. The next moment, a scream and sob were heard.
The fortune teller suddenly became anxious. He glared at the goateed man with his eyes and grinned, revealing a sinister white light. "If you break it and can't sell it for a good price, I'll take your life!"
"What's the big deal? I can find another one when the time comes."
Goatbeard didn't care, with a look of contempt on his face, "I think you were just scared by the two Taoists today. What's so great about them? Can they catch up with you...ah..."
There was a strange "puffing" sound, and a black thing emerged from his chest. Instantly, Goatbeard let out a heart-wrenching roar.
"It hurts so much! It hurts so much!"
Goatbeard was in excruciating pain, and the fortune teller was also shocked. He looked carefully and found that there was a snake-like thing on the road, which went straight through Goatbeard's chest.
Under the moonlight, the black object kept shaking, and he could see it clearly.
What kind of snake is this
It's clearly a tree root!
Before the fortune teller could figure it out, he felt a pain in his chest. Dozens of tree roots pierced through his chest and he felt blood constantly flowing out.
"Monster, monster..."
The two men were thrown off their horses and headed towards the woods on both sides.
The dark woods danced in the wind, and the rustling of leaves sounded like a strange laugh right next to your ears.
The two looked around in despair, wanting to shout, wanting to struggle, but countless dense tree roots entangled them and instantly sucked them dry, leaving their skin shrunken and wrapped around their bones.
A figure fell from the sky and landed in front of the tree, with his hands behind his back, watching silently.
"Alas."
A strange long howl.
The two swaying trees were actually twisting continuously, and two distorted faces emerged from them.
It was the fortune teller and the man with the goatee.
They looked at Russell with malicious eyes, and the branches kept shaking. "You, you, it turned out to be you, why, why?"
Russell remained silent and just looked at the two of them quietly.
His eyes were deep, as if he could see through the thoughts and memories of these two people.
The two were very poor, not because of anything else, but because they were lazy and had no family background. They spent their days stealing and robbing, living a life of idleness and waiting to die.
Until one day, they saw a little girl.
That time, they earned ten dollars. With the money, they became the bosses and the superior people.
There is food, drink and women.
So there was a second time.
The third time, many, many times.
Girls, boys, women, men, as long as they are alone and useful, they dare to do it.
Lucky, alive.
Those who are unlucky will be secretly sent to the mountain in the middle of the night, buried under a tree and weighed down with big rocks.
No man knows, no ghost sees.
There was no telling how many skeletons were in the pit beneath the tree.
Russell opened his eyes suddenly and clenched his right hand fiercely. The branches in front of him kept shrinking and entwining until the screams dissipated and turned into pulverized blood.
A strong resentment lingered on the tree for a long time.
They never thought until they died that the secret they had buried deep in their hearts, never mentioned to others, never dared to drink outside, and even tried to prevent themselves from talking in their sleep, was exposed...
Even if I become a ghost, I will not let Russell go!
"Why do I have this illusion of being a ghost?"
Russell tapped lightly, and a spark fell, burning the strange human-faced tree in front of him completely. The raging fire illuminated him particularly brightly.
"I always feel like I'm a villain, but why can't I get used to it..."
Russell couldn't help but look up to the sky, "Did I get the wrong script?"
A sigh was left on the spot, his figure disappeared in an instant, and a cold light appeared and flew away into the distance.
The cold light passed over the horse, and after a while, a little head popped out from the sack. It looked around timidly, with traces of tears on its little face.
She looked around and saw that there was no one around, so she quickly got out of the bag and ran towards the town.
"Han Li's sister..."
"If I were to go to another world, I don't know how much karma I would be involved in, haha."
Russell's figure disappeared in an instant.
And the other side.
Uncle Jiu panted and tiptoed from roof to roof. With the help of both hands, he moved into the room.
He quietly peeked in, saw his little apprentice sleeping soundly, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
"It seems that he has not been discovered. After all, he is a child after all."
The kid has accumulated a little more good karma. It is not enough for him to accumulate good karma on his own to buy an official position in the underworld.
There are still more than two years left.
He quietly went to bed. It had been a long time since he had a late sleep.