On a dark and windy night, it is time for murder and arson.
Qiu Sheng walked in the wilderness with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the strange cries of crows could be heard all around him.
But Qiu Sheng was not afraid at all.
It’s not that he is brave, it’s mainly because that silly Wencai is following him, and he is also doing the things that Zhu Bajie does.
But he is carrying his wife!
He was carrying an old man on his back.
Qiu Sheng was a little tired from carrying it, and took a few deep breaths, but still did not ask to stop and rest.
He is young and strong, how could he not be able to walk
If outsiders saw this, they would think that Qiu Sheng was incompetent.
Qiu Sheng staggered for a while and felt a little surprised. What happened to him today? Why did his legs become weaker and weaker the more he walked
His feet went weak and he lost his balance, slipping and almost falling to the ground. Although Qiu Sheng was not proficient in Taoism, he did have some martial arts skills.
His footsteps were quick and accurate, and he did a horse stance and thrust forward steadily. However, the old man on his back could not bear it any longer. His lips trembled and he began to groan.
"Old man, I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Qiu Sheng felt a little guilty. He didn't know what happened today. His legs and feet felt weak and he couldn't use any strength.
"Nothing."
The old man said weakly, "Thank you for carrying me, young man. Otherwise, I would have died here today. How can I blame you?"
The more he said this, the more embarrassed Qiu Sheng felt. He could only walk forward silently, slower and more steadily.
Under the moonlight, the old man was clearly visible. His face was pale and wrinkled. He was as thin as a bag of bones, with a mouth full of yellow teeth. His hands were weakly placed on Qiu Sheng's shoulders.
He looked exactly like a dying person.
The old man leaned his head on Qiu Sheng's shoulder, breathing heavily, with a hint of greed in his eyes.
He leaned his head over, and Qiu Sheng naturally felt it, but he didn't care. He just thought that the old man was a little tired and weak.
He didn't think it was a ghost. To be honest, Qiu Sheng hadn't seen a ghost for many years.
How many years is it exactly
Come to think of it, it seemed that it was Uncle Nine who accepted the young apprentice Russell as his disciple. Since then, the serious master has become a lot gentler.
I no longer force them to draw talismans or meditate every day, I just remind them from time to time.
Uncle Jiu was exorcising demons and monsters, and they were just watching from the side with boredom. Uncle Jiu was holding a peach wood sword and acting like he was performing a shaman act. Was he seeing ghosts
Not even a hair.
Just as Uncle Jiu said, there are five ways to see ghosts. The first four are cumbersome and expensive, and the fifth requires advanced magical powers.
At the beginning, seeing that they were interested, Uncle Jiu opened his magical eyes and let them see what ghosts looked like.
Later, Uncle Jiu finally understood what it meant to be a hopeless case, and he let it go.
Neither Qiu Sheng nor Wencai were interested in practicing Taoism, meditation, drawing talismans, and reading Taoist scriptures, which were cumbersome, difficult to read, and obscure.
Young people are fidgety, who would want to watch these things
It would be better to have nothing to do, listen to music in a brothel, and watch monkey shows.
Qiu Sheng spent his days eating and waiting to die, trying to take advantage of the situation, and following the ghost catcher Uncle Jiu. It had been seven or eight years since he had seen a ghost.
He had forgotten about this matter long ago.
Besides, what’s so scary about ghosts
Just follow Uncle Jiu's example and stick a talisman over it. Then smash it and the ghost will disappear into thin air. Is that scary
"Young man."
The old man asked weakly, "Where are you from, Renjia Town or Shanjiao Village?"
"I'm from Renjia Town." Qiu Sheng said without thinking, "I'm going to Shanjiao Village with my junior brother Wencai to do some things today."
"matter?"
Qiu Sheng was a little embarrassed. "My parents left early and my aunt raised me. Today, I will go to Shanjiao Village with my junior brother to buy some things."
Shanjiao Village, as the name suggests, is located at the foot of the mountain. Although it is just a small hill, the people live by the mountain and the water. They often go up the mountain to collect herbs and spices.
Qiu Sheng’s aunt is also an old customer of Shanjiao Village.
When the old man heard Qiu Sheng say that he lost his parents when he was young and that he only had his aunt at home, he immediately smiled strangely.
His smile was a little strange. Qiu Sheng had his back to him and did not notice it. He had no idea that his true identity had been revealed.
The old man turned his head to one side. There was originally a silly boy in that place, but it was a pity that he ran away.
Just run away, one is enough anyway!
A silly boy with strong yang energy and no background.
Qiu Sheng hadn't noticed anything unusual at this time, and was still sighing, "In fact, we can't make much money from transporting these herbs. The big money comes from making rouge and powder!"
He looked a little dreamy, "I don't want to work so hard to make a living. I plan to learn the craft from my aunt and open a rouge and powder shop in the future."
“Haha!”
The old man laughed strangely, "Are you here to make a living? I think you are just coveting the bodies of those girls who buy rouge and powder."
Qiu Sheng's little thoughts were instantly exposed, his face turned red, and he muttered, unable to speak.
Compared with those village girls who don’t know how to dress up, those who put on rouge and powder and know how to dress up are all so beautiful!
That kind of woman is what fascinates Qiu Sheng the most.
Especially her slim waist and round hips, she looks like a fertile woman.
Open a rouge and powder shop and work as a rouge and powder artist. You will come into contact with beautiful girls every day. Even if you are a little poor, it can be considered a god's life.
If you were to learn a craft from a master, open a charity cemetery, and deal with the dead every day, it seems that only a man of literary talent could accomplish such a stupid thing.
When Qiu Sheng thought of this, he subconsciously turned around and wanted to chat with his junior brother Wencai, but suddenly he found that there was no one behind him.
"This idiot, he won't fall into the trap!"
Qiu Sheng didn't think much about it. Instead, he thought that Wencai had fallen into a pit while walking, just like the previous times, and the idiot couldn't climb out and ended up falling asleep in it.
This made Uncle Jiu extremely anxious, and he used the paper crane search technique to finally find Wencai in the wilderness.
But my master is away on a long trip today and won’t be back until tomorrow. What should I do
Looking at the pitch-black forest where one could not see one's hand in front of one's face, Qiu Sheng hesitated. Finally, he gritted his teeth, turned around and was about to go back to the forest.
After all, this is his junior fellow apprentice. No matter how dumb or silly he is, he is still his junior fellow apprentice!
He suddenly remembered the old man behind him and said apologetically, "Uncle, I have to go back. I can only take you here."
Qiu Sheng originally thought that the old man was easy to talk to, but unexpectedly the old man smiled sinisterly.
"You promised to take me home, and if you can't, hahaha!"
Qiu Sheng was frightened by the weird laughter and felt a little uncomfortable. The laughter was too weird and sounded very familiar.
It seemed that when the junior brother was telling them stories in the past, he would also laugh like this when he talked about the smug smiles of the villains.
Really
Qiu Sheng's heart sank. He suddenly realized that the old man behind him seemed a little cold and lowered his head quietly.
Under the moonlight, it seemed that his shadow was the only one on the ground.
What to do if there is a ghost on your back
The old man smiled sinisterly, no longer concealing his emotion. He put his mouth close to Qiu Sheng and took deep gulps of his yang energy.
Qiu Sheng's eyes were blurry, his limbs were weak, and he was no longer able to resist. He stared in a trance as a turtle flew towards him from the sky.
“Bold!”
The 'turtle' actually bumped into the old man behind him, knocking the old man out.
Russell rolled on the ground, stretched out his arms and supported himself, looking like a turtle with its head sticking out.
His face turned a little red with embarrassment. If he wanted to blame someone, he should blame his uncle-master, who had transformed this turtle shell into a top-notch magical weapon. The most important thing is that it can fly, has extremely strong defense, and can also fight ghosts and monsters.
It's just a little troublesome to use, as you need to wear it on your body.
Russell made up his mind that next time when there were many people around, he would never use this magic weapon because it was too embarrassing.
Looking at the dizzy old ghost on the ground, Russell's eyes turned cold. There was another person who knew the truth!
He spread his arms and shouted loudly.
"You bold monster! I want you to show your true colors!"