Twenty Years of Corpse Hunting in The Yellow River

Chapter 32: Xigou God Operator

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I have sadness, regrets, and regrets in my heart. The more I think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes. Walking with Mu Jiu all the way to the south, I looked at the river bank from time to time. At this moment, I myself am a little confused. When Qingluo and the two Hua family fell into the water, was there something dragging them into the water

But I don't dare to stay now. Whether the Hua family has left completely, it is still unknown. Mu Jiu was also injured. The most important thing now is to hurry to a safe place.

The two of us tried our best to drive, and at dawn, we arrived in the small town. Mu Jiu took me into the town, and then found a chariot with a broken face.

This cart and horse business is a bit of Mu Jiu's property, and at the same time, it is also the eyeliner of Shihewan in the town. The four big thieves usually go out at night and rob homes and rob houses. They need well-informed news. Every group of sand bandits will send people to stare at densely populated places on both sides of the river beach. Where there are many people, there will be more news. Once these eyeliners inquire about something Useful information will be delivered back immediately.

When Mu Jiuyi entered the cart and horse, the two guys were taken aback, and hurriedly supported him, and then led us to the back hut for resting and sleeping.

Once here, it was safer. The guy made hot water, scrubbed Mu Jiu, and applied the medicine carefully and bandaged it. There were many wounds on Mu Jiu's body, but fortunately, they were all skin wounds. Without touching the bones, he would recover after a few days of recuperation.

"Go, get some meat, and some wine."

"Brother Nine, with injuries on his body, it's best to avoid it first." A fellow persuaded: "Don't drink wine."

"What's the point of not drinking while alive? This little bit of fur hurts and can stop Lao Tzu from drinking? If you ask you to take it, don't talk nonsense."

The guy didn't dare to disobey Mu Jiu and went to the town to buy meat and wine. Mu Jiu was born with prodigious nature, eating meat with a big mouthful, drinking from a big bowl, half a catty of meat and a catty of wine, he wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "Brother, you eat too."

"Brother, according to your point of view, will the Hua family members still follow?" I didn't want to eat and drink, and asked: "If they don't follow, I still want to... I want to see the river again."

"What's the point of going to the river again?" Mu Jiu knew that I still wanted to find Qingluo, shook his head, and said: "People, there are always births, old ages, sicknesses and deaths, just try my best."

That's what I said, but I always feel that something is blocked in my chest, which makes me uncomfortable.

Mu Jiu's two buddies were very annoyed, cursing, and wanted to go back to Shihewan to call someone and make trouble for the Hua family. Mu Jiu took a toothpick to pick his teeth and was silent.

"Forget it." Mu Jiu was silent for a long time before slowing down his tone and said: "I was injured, and the Hua family didn't take advantage of it. It's a tie."

"Brother Nine, just forget it?" A fellow was angrily: "When have we suffered such a loss in Shihewan

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"A loss is a blessing." Mu Jiu grinned, and then said with a serious face: "There is no deep hatred with the Hua family, but it happened to happen. The Hua family is not a small family. If we really fight, we brothers will inevitably. Death and injury, take the life of your brother to fight for this little face, is it cost-effective?"

I listened to Mu Jiu's words beside me, and I admired him very much. Many of the people who walked the rivers and lakes in the big river beach regarded face more than fate, but what Mu Jiu was thinking about was the life and death of his own godfather.

In this way, I temporarily stayed in this carriage shop with Mu Jiu. The guys in the shop might be afraid that Hua’s family would secretly make trouble again. He specifically called someone to Shihewan to send a message. Shihewan hula la la and more than a dozen people came.

Mu Jiu is from the rivers and lakes. Looking at the carelessness, he actually knows the rules. He doesn't ask about my family background, and even the Hua family doesn't even ask why they are embarrassed with me. Maybe he knows that people in trouble have their own difficulties.

I stayed here for about three or four days, and I couldn't stay a bit. Mu Jiu's brother carefully inspected the surroundings of the town, and found nothing unusual. I guess that the Hua family also knows that Mu Jiu is not easy to provoke. They died and injured severely at Xi Temple, and most of them would take the injured back.

I was so bored, I slipped out of the carriage shop and strolled around the town for a while. The town is not big, but the river beach is full of wasteland. A small town is also a place where people gather and it is very lively. I walked from the street to the end of the street, and inadvertently, I saw a stall where I was able to measure Chinese characters.

If it were to be put before, I would mostly sneer at this kind of quack, don't believe it very much, and would not spend money to come to them to make a deduction. However, after so many things happened in succession, my heart was always empty, I wanted to find this fortune-teller to do the calculations, even if he just ranted a few good words, it would make me feel better.

"Are you fortune-telling accurate?"

"Brother, look at what you said, if you ask the watermelon seller, is the watermelon sweet? People would say that it is not sweet? Do you ask me fortune telling, I will not be sure?" The fortune teller is a thin man in his fifties. Wearing a black cloth jacket, sparse beard under his jaw, and a pair of mung bean eyes, he looked quite funny. When he heard me ask, he stood up and pointed to the guise behind him, touching his beard and said: "Other fortune-tellers may be tricked and kidnapped to fool you, but my Xigou divine fortune teller has always deduced like a god. To tell you the truth, I deduced divine calculations with the solemnity of King Wen's Sixty-Four Innate Divine Hexagram. Brother, true Let’s not lie, I don’t make calculations when I see people. Those who ask for hexagrams must be predestined..."

"You don't want to say a few words." I waved my hand. I was all right. I just wanted to hear a few auspicious words from the fortune-telling: "How much is a hexagram?"

"Twenty copper reels."

"Then you go grab it?" I turned my head and left. I wanted to hear a few auspicious words, but this

Auspicious words are too expensive, I can't listen to them.

"Brother, go slowly." The fortune teller who claimed to be a fortune teller of Xigou went around the small table and reached out to stop me: "Brother, we are in this business, you are afraid that you don't understand it. Ghosts and gods, the rest is my own. Brother, I'm looking at the predestined relationship with you, and tell me how much money you have given me."

"That's it." I took out three copper reels from my pocket and threw them on the table: "You have to count, even if, don't count, I'll take it."

"You old man." The fortune teller gave a wry smile: "Doing such a solemn thing is the same as doing business, nothing else, it's the same sentence, you and I are destined."

The fortune teller who claimed to be a fortune teller of Xigou took the money from the table, carefully stuffed it into his pocket, sat upright, and asked, "Brother, let's say, what do you want to count? Marriage? Fortune? Good or bad?"

"I want to count a person's good or bad."

"Do you know the eight characters of that person's birthday?"

"do not know."

"Then, is there anything that person has used?"

I thought about it for a while. When I was separated from Cheongna, the situation was so critical that I didn't have time to care about anything with me. After I was separated, I was empty-handed, not to mention Qingluo's things, and even my own things were completely lost.

"This jacket inside me was made by that person." I thought for a long time, except for the jacket made by Qingluo that smelled of her, there was really nothing else.

"That's it, as long as there is something that the person has touched."

I simply took off the jacket and handed it to the hand of the god operator Xigou. The fortune teller touched his jacket, smelled it again, and squinted slightly, wondering what he was aftertaste.

"This is a woman." The god operator Xigou pretended to grab a hand on the jacket and said: "Her breath is still on the clothes, brother, am I right?"

"Aren't all the clothes made by women? You have seen a few men who can make clothes."

"There is her breath on this dress, so it can't be wrong." The god operator Xigou was confident and didn't care what I said.

The god operator Xigou rubbed his hands and took out three polished shiny tortoise shells from his body. Just throwing it on the table, the smooth tortoise shell shook a few times on the table, and then slowly stopped.

I can't understand these tortoise shells at all. I don't know if he really saw something, or pretending to be mysterious, frowning for a while, then muttering something again.

"Have you figured it out?" I looked at him with a serious look, and I was a little nervous, and asked: "This person, now... How is life and death now?"

"She's in the water." The fortune teller opened his eyes, still frowned, touched his chin, and said: "Looking at the hexagram, she seems to be with the dead."

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