Others don't know this phenomenon, Lin Jiusheng naturally understands that this is obviously scared to death by ghosts.
Lin Jiusheng did not explain the situation. Even if he did, he believed that no one would listen to him, let alone the ghosts and gods. He honestly followed the police to record a confession and inquired about Lin Miaomiao's home address.
Since Lin Jiusheng agreed to Lin Miaomiao, he would definitely do this. He also planned to send Lin Miaomiao's bones to her parents.
The facts are just like what Lin Miaomiao said. Now that Wang Cheng is dead, all these grievances are already clear.
Just as Lin Jiusheng was about to take a taxi back to the gym, the old man's phone in his pocket suddenly rang. He looked down and found that it was the old money from the coffin shop.
When his master was going to die, Lin Jiusheng couldn't help living at all. During this period, he was supported by the coffin of the old money.
Lao Qian is both a boss and a friend in Lin Jiusheng's heart.
"Hey! Old money." Lin Jiusheng put the phone in his ear and said.
"Where are you? Something has happened to a friend on my side, can you come over if you have time." The old money was a little anxious, and it seemed that the matter was unusual.
Lin Jiusheng's circle of friends is very small, and there are very few people who know he knows Taoism, and the old money is one of them.
It is inevitable that the coffin work will be heavy, and it is easy to provoke some lonely wild ghosts. Lin Jiusheng showed his hand and drove these lonely wild ghosts away.
Since that day, Lin Jiusheng's position in the heart of Old Qian has been directly elevated.
"I'm in the city, and something happens to happen." Lin Jiusheng said softly.
"Then tell me the address, and I will come to pick you up." Old Qian said.
Lin Jiusheng hung up, edited the address, and sent it directly to Lao Qian.
After more than twenty minutes, I saw a black pickup truck and a man in his thirties came down.
The man has a round face and is wearing a short t-shirt. He is overweight. He is 1.72 meters tall and he wears a pair of slippers on his feet.
"Old money, I'm here!" Lin Jiusheng stretched out his hand and said hello.
Lao Qian saw Lin Jiusheng standing in front of the police station. He couldn't help but said: "Fuck, what did you commit, what are you doing at the door of the police station!"
"I'll come to work with the police." Lin Jiusheng said while sitting in the car.
"Come on, you, 80% look again
The widow has a bath. "Old Qian said jokingly.
Lin Jiusheng gave Old Qian a white look and kicked him in the butt. "Fuck you, hurry up and drive."
When the car started, Lin Jiusheng asked Old Qian to take him back to the gym.
Old Qian said that it was okay. On the way, he just didn't mention the strange thing about Lin Jiusheng's phone head.
"Lao Jiu, have you considered the matter I told you?" Old Qian looked back and said.
Lin Jiusheng thought for a while without answering.
This contemplation made the old money a little anxious. "What's the use of guarding that shabby gymnasium? Why don't you go down the mountain and do it with me? You are good at coffin work, and you can do Taoism. It's obvious to stay in the gym. Overkill."
"Furthermore, your veteran master has been dead for several years. Think about it. If you think about it, my coffin shop will give you half of the shares."
The old Qian said well and well, I have to say that he was very attractive to Lin Jiusheng.
He was only twenty-four years old, and he didn't want to stay in the gymnasium and wait for his death. The main gymnasium was too small and its reputation was too small, and no one wanted him to work at all.
The most important thing is that he is also a man. It is inevitable that he is a little lonely. Relying on the right hand of God is not a solution.
"Okay, I promised you." Lin Jiusheng nodded.
Now Qian was so happy that he almost drove the car into the ravine with excitement.
"Don't worry, if we two work together, we can definitely make a lot of money." Old Qian smiled.
After several hours, Old Qian drove the car to the foot of the mountain and hurried to the gym. Lin Jiusheng packed up all the things in the gym, fearing that Lin Jiusheng would regret not doing the same.
This made Lin Jiusheng a little bit dumbfounded.
"Lao Jiu, what are you doing with the urn? Did you not bury your master yet?" Old Qian looked back and asked when he looked at the urn in Lin Jiusheng's hand.
"This is someone else's, and I will send it over later." Lin Jiusheng said flatly.
"Everyone has them these days, and there are people who like urns?" Old Qian murmured softly.
Lin Jiusheng glanced at the gymnasium. He was an orphan since he was a child. If he hadn't been adopted by the old man, he might have died in the snow.
Staying in the gym for more than 20 years, it’s hard in my heart
Avoid being a little bit sad.
"Da Hei." Lin Jiusheng shouted.
Hearing Lin Jiusheng's words, a big black dog rushed over and ran to his feet, sticking his tongue out.
"I moved, you can go with me." Lin Jiusheng touched the big black dog's head.
"Wow!" Da Hei yelled twice and circled Lin Jiusheng twice.
Lin Jiusheng didn't have a lot of things, basically they were left behind by the old ways. These things are all old and antique.
Lin Jiusheng couldn't bear to throw these old antiques, and they all put them on the pickup truck.
"By the way, tell me about your friend." Lin Jiusheng said to the old Qian while teasing the black dog.
"I don't know. The guy said he would tell you when he saw you, but his face was very pale, but his pomp is not small, and there are several bodyguards in black behind him. He looks like a rich man. Lord, maybe you can make a fortune from him." Old Qian said with a chuckle.
Hearing Lao Qian's words, Lin Jiusheng frowned, not very optimistic in his heart.
Usually things that rich people get in trouble are very troublesome.
Tired the dog, Lin Jiusheng leaned on the seat and rested for a while, let the old money go to the place, and then tell him.
I don't know how long it took, but the old Qian patted him on the shoulder and woke him up.
"Lao Jiu is here." Old Qian said softly, quickly unloading Lin Jiusheng's things.
Lao Qian’s coffin shop is not very big, there are only two houses, but fortunately it is on the third floor, and there are two bedrooms on the second floor.
The house below is used to put the coffins, and the second floor is the place to rest.
But when I went downstairs, I saw a black BMW parked in front of the store.
Lin Jiusheng had forgotten the specific model, but he had seen millions of cars from TV commercials.
When Lin Jiusheng's attention was drawn the most, the man standing outside the car.
The man's blood was deficient, his calf trembled a few times from time to time, and his lips were a little purple. When exposed to the sun, his shadow was lighter than the shadow of the person next to him.
According to the Taoism in Maoshan's Secret Art, 80% of this man has gotten into a ghost, and this ghost is still an evil ghost, because the man's qi and blood are deficient, his essence has been sucked up by ghosts.
According to the Maoshan Secret Art, it means "a ghost inhales, can't do it, can't stand up, and blood is insufficiency".
(End of this chapter)