"hiss!"
Russell sat in an unfamiliar teahouse, scratching his head with both hands in distress. He had been wandering in this city for several days.
There is no reliable news about monsters at all, as if they have all been hidden.
There weren't as many ghosts as in Renjia Town and Jiuquan Town.
Or maybe he was too impatient and some ghostly things hadn't happened yet.
"Have you heard?"
A person at the next table whispered to the person next to him, "There's something haunted at the house of Wang Daniu, the bricklayer on the next street."
"oh?"
"I heard it was a ghost who was burned to death. It was very scary. His house was always hot, and the big black dog in the house was scared and barked every day."
"I heard that there was a big fire in that place, and someone was burned to death inside, his body was charred black, it was so tragic!"
"The ghosts of the wronged will not be scattered, the ghosts of the wronged will not be scattered!"
The house suddenly became hot, and someone had been burned to death before. Black dogs have been known to be able to see and ward off evil spirits since ancient times. If it barks, something must be wrong.
Everyone immediately started talking about it, but this remark made Russell's mouth twitch. Unfortunately, this was something he had just encountered the day before yesterday.
What kind of burning ghost!
It was obvious that the bricklayer Wang Daniu did not control the quantity well and added several extra truckloads of quicklime in order to build the foreign house.
In order to avoid waste, they were all buried in their own yard. That thing would heat up when it came into contact with water, and it was very hot.
As for why the black dog barks
Of course, the floor was hot and it had no shoes, so it would be a miracle if it didn't bark!
Russell rolled his eyes. This thing wasted half a day of his time. He was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
"Hey, you're right, I have something strange going on here too."
Another person interrupted, "The second kid in the east of the city disappeared a few days ago, which scared his family and neighbors. The whole family went to look for him, and finally found him in the cemetery. Guess what happened?"
"What?"
This new thing happening nearby immediately attracted the attention of the people in the teahouse, and they pricked up their ears to listen.
"That kid seemed to be possessed by an evil spirit. He rolled his eyes and lay on the ground motionless and silent. When we helped him up, he was still jumping around like a living dead!"
The man's tone suddenly changed, sounding eerie and terrifying, causing the people present to suddenly lose their good composure and look worried.
The common name is the living dead, according to the Taoists.
That's called a zombie!
The appearance of zombies in a place is no less than the outbreak of a plague. It doesn’t matter how powerful they are, but it is because they are hard to guard against and once you are injured, you will die.
Upon hearing that there were zombies around them, the tea drinkers in the teahouse became a little restless, whispering to each other to express their fear.
Only Russell remained calm and shook his head helplessly.
What a zombie!
He is clearly a naughty child!
I ran out to play and forgot about it. I was afraid of being scolded, so I pretended to be what adults called a living dead to avoid being beaten.
Russell followed for a long time and finally learned the truth of the matter. He was so angry that he jumped off the beam, picked up his shoes and spanked the kid on the butt, making a loud slapping sound.
You’re right.
It feels so good to spank a naughty kid!
No wonder the master always beat him when he was young. The case is solved. Woohoo…
When Russell thought of this, he couldn't help scratching his scalp in pain and pulled out two painful hairs. "Damn it, how come a good ghost catcher like me has become a science!!!"
As a disciple of Maoshan Sect, the descendant of Uncle Jiu, and almost the strongest Taoist in the world, he actually lost his hair because he couldn't find ghosts...
If you tell others about it, it will probably make people laugh...
Do I have to look for them one by one according to the red crosses on the map
Last time I followed the red cross to look for it, I ran into the ruins of Taiyi Dao and was almost slapped to death by that red-haired old monster.
This is almost becoming a psychological shadow for Russell.
"Where is that Maoshan genius named Russell?"
"Dead."
"How did he die?"
A man stood on Russell's body, looking at the remaining red hair on his body, his expression extremely solemn.
"He provoked a strange spirit, had an ominous old age, and died with red hair all over his body."
"hiss!"
Russell couldn't help shuddering at the thought of such a chilling scene, which became a classic negative example for future generations.
So shameful.
Russell slowly tapped the table with his fingers. At this moment, a middle-aged man slowly walked in from the door and instantly attracted Russell's attention.
The middle-aged man's clothes were neither good nor bad. He was not rich, but he was not poor either.
His face looked a little weak and his walk was a little frivolous, but that was not the point.
The key point is that on his back, there was an old ghost curled up.
The old ghost's face was distorted by the burning yang fire on his shoulder, but he was reluctant to let go.
Outside the old ghost's body, a strong resentment was constantly echoing, preventing him from being torn apart in a short period of time, or being burned to ashes by the sun.
"interesting."
Russell's eyes twitched, but he was not in a hurry to capture the unlucky ghost that came to his door. Instead, he picked up a bowl of tea and drank it slowly.
Judging from the look of this old ghost, it is obvious that he must have been wronged.
Although Russell is not a good person, he has a heart of a gossiper.
Let me have a cup of tea. It’s a pity that there are no melon seeds or peanuts. That would make me happier.
The middle-aged man was obviously a regular customer of this teahouse. As soon as he entered, he sat down at a table in a familiar manner, which surprised the people next to him.
"He Dazhu, your father just passed away the day before yesterday. Instead of staying at home to observe mourning, you still have the mind to come to this teahouse?"
When an elder passes away, the eldest son must not leave home, partly to show his final filial piety to the elder.
On the other hand, it is to show off and tell people that this family still has descendants.
Finally, the guests have to be greeted, and the kowtows of those who came to the funeral will have to be returned in the future.
Some people came, some didn't, and there's a huge difference between them.
But at this busy time, He Dazhui actually slipped out to drink tea
Seeing that everyone was puzzled, He Dazhui did not explain anything. He picked up a cup of tea and gulped it down his mouth. He was no longer as slow and leisurely as usual.
He had a sad face and was sighing.
"Guys, I might be in trouble. Big trouble!"
"What?"
Everyone was confused. What could be more important than burying their father
He Dazhu didn't say it clearly. Instead, he looked around and said in a low and frightened voice, "My father may not be gone."
"What?"
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, and it frightened the person sitting at the same table so much that he almost jumped up.
The dead have not left.
That's it.
ghost!
Seeing everyone's faces turn pale, He Dazhu continued, "I always feel a chill on my back, and my waist and back ache. I have been feeling very weak these past two days."
If it were any other time, everyone would definitely say something bad about him, saying that he had been drained dry by women and was no longer fit for life in his middle age.
But it just so happens that my brother will celebrate the seventh day after his death, which makes everyone cautious and dare not say anything.
Russell continued to sip his tea when an uninvited guest suddenly appeared opposite him.
It’s the old ghost behind He Dazhu!
What is he doing here