what happened
Qin Ye was stunned for a while, but as he returned, the crowd moved away. A middle-aged man in his forties was pacing in front of his house. When he saw him coming back, he grabbed his hand and sighed, "Xiao Qin...you have to be mentally prepared."
"what happened?"
The man pursed his lips and said softly, "Just now... your grandmother suddenly fainted and lost her breath..."
"Yeah, Xiao Qin, hurry up and go to the hospital! Tell me if you have no money." "Your grandmother is too old to be delayed, hurry up! We have already dialed 120."
On this street, everyone's doors are open every day, but there is no urban indifference in big cities. Amid the concerns of the neighbors, Qin Ye's eyes flashed, and then he rushed towards the house.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a gray-haired old man lying on the bed with his arms folded. He took a deep breath, stretched out his hand tremblingly, tried his breath, and pressed his pulse.
Without any breathing!
He stood silently at the head of the bed for two minutes, and the old man didn't move. He suddenly walked out of the house and nodded to the people outside: "Thank you, uncles and aunts, I have given the medicine to my grandmother. It's okay, the old problem is gone. Now that my grandmother has recovered, I will help her take a look and come back tomorrow. thank."
After saying that, he closed the door. Isolate a door of discussion.
Leaning against the door, he lowered his head. He raised his hand weakly, as if trying to cover his eyes. In this silence, a deep laughter finally came out of his mouth, and the hand that was about to hold his eyes was clenched into a fist.
"Yeah!!"
You have today too!
He quickly rushed to the bed and grabbed his grandmother's body roughly. The old man was a light-hearted man. Qin Ye looked around excitedly. There was no shortage of coffins in the funeral line. Familiarly picked up the tool, biting the nail in his mouth, and holding the hammer in his hand, when he was about to hit it with a hammer. The old woman in the coffin opened her eyes at some point and looked at him faintly.
The screen freezes instantly.
"You're very busy?"
"Haha... I'm not busy, I'm not busy." Qin Ye smiled dryly and withdrew his hand, trying to cover up the tool for committing the crime.
"I remember I was in bed?"
"... The bed board is too hard, I'll give you a new pit."
"Don't you think the space is too small?" Grandma sneered and sat up, with goosebumps and wrinkled face, wearing a black smock. With a casual flick from a distance of one meter, Qin Ye let out a whimper, and squatted down with his eyebrows in his hands.
Grandma poured herself a cup of tea leisurely and contentedly, took a sip and spit it out: "The tea in the sun is still so bad."
Then you go!
Won't your conscience hurt if you eat and live here for nothing
"Grandma..." Qin Ye, who groaned for a few seconds, finally stood up with red brows, gritted his teeth but forced a smile: "You... are you going down again?"
"Don't call me grandma, I can't afford it." Grandma laughed with her shriveled mouth, looking at Qin Ye like a dead person: "Have you heard a legend?"
"Legend... There are two possibilities for people who have eaten Tai Sui."
"The first is to become an inhuman monster. The second..." Her thin fingers tapped on the table lightly: "It is immortality."
She leaned out and looked straight at Qin Ye, her face wrinkled looking extremely gloomy, she smiled and said, "Have you... heard of this kind of thing?"
"No." Qin Ye looked at the other party calmly and replied.
After looking at each other for a few seconds, my grandmother retracted her eyes and smiled: "That's weird... Your name is not on the life and death book. You knocked on your door in the middle of the night a week ago, and you could actually see me... "
Qin Ye said nonsense with a serious face: "Don't talk nonsense, it's the refraction of light. From a scientific point of view, Canadian neuroscientist Michael Persinger has proved that exposing the temporal lobe of the brain to changing electromagnetic fields can make Humans have a haunted experience... and toxicologist Albert Downey hypothesized that continuous exposure to certain substances, such as carbon monoxide, formaldehyde, pesticides, etc., can create a haunted environment..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound from his forehead, and Qin Ye flew out two meters and hit the bed.
"I hate Xueba the most." Grandma took out a foot-long hookah and lit it, took a light puff, and said, "Have you found 'it'?"
Qin Ye grinned and rubbed his waist and stood up: "No."
"It's weird." Grandma flicked the smoking gun faintly: "It doesn't make sense... It's right near this county..."
Qin Ye looked at his grandmother's face and asked tentatively, "What is it? Can you tell me?"
If you find it, go away! There is also a deadline for eating and living for free, right
Grandma didn't answer, Qin Ye swallowed her saliva and said bravely, "Even if you don't tell me what it is, at least tell me what your name is. Why did you come to the world? Look at your yin..."
He paused and blinked.
In his eyes, if the black yin qi surrounding his body is a pile of fire, then the yin qi on this old woman is simply a beacon of fire on the Great Wall!
Yin Qi is soaring to the sky, almost substantive. Comparing herself to her is simply a firefly compared to a bright moon. This is no longer a problem of ghosts, this is simply the existence of Yama, right
So... why do you want to eat and drink for free in a small shop like me who can't eat enough! Ghosts, please go back to your Poké Ball obediently, okay
"Your yin... is definitely not an ordinary yin in the underworld, right?"
Still no answer.
Grandma squinted her eyes, and the clouds and smoke seemed to be meditating. Qin Ye tentatively said: "It's not that you are not welcome... You are also a fellow from the 'below'... But! People live in the world, and they need money, that kind of red paper money. Where to live, where to live... Anyway, give me a period of psychological construction, right?"
"I gave you a week to get used to it, but you haven't gotten used to it yet?" Grandma finally put down her smoking gun and looked at Qin Ye with a wrinkled face.
Qin Ye shook his head seriously.
"Is that so..." Grandma sighed faintly, hooked her finger, and a black, yin-filled booklet flew out from Qin Ye's chest. Grandma gently spread it out. Inside was a folded page like an ancient book. On the first page was a picture of Qin Ye.
But this photo is not a few inches, but... a black and white photo completely condensed from black and white!
There are a few lines below.
Name: Qin Ye (small name Goudan).
Birthplace: Liuertuozi Village, Gazigou, Tang'an County, Qingguang City.
Family members: grandfather (deceased) parents (deceased).
Date of birth: October 1, 1938.
Grandma's wrinkled hands paused, her eyes were a little complicated, and she took a deep look at Qin Ye: "In front of the old man, nothing can be hidden... As long as you have Shouyuan, as long as you were a 'human,' as long as you You are still alive, and your past is clear."
"After these years, I can still maintain this cheerful and positive attitude... You are good, really good. I like you very much."
Qin Ye digs his ears: "What are you talking about? I don't understand at all. It looks so profound."
Grandma didn't care about him at all. She smiled and took a cigarette: "Only once in the sea will you not lose yourself in the ugliness or friendliness of human nature. This sinful letter seal, the old self-confidence is not wrong."
"You should also know that your identity is neither life nor death. In fact, both sides are rejected. How important this civil servant's certificate is to you."
Just below this information, there are a few more lines.
Occupation: Mengxin ghost poor apprentice.
Time in office: Five days, 13 hours, 27 minutes and 6 seconds.
"but."
Grandma's hand has lightly smeared the photo, and sighed: "I would have my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminates the ditch..."
When she put her dry hand on the photo, Qin Ye's black and white photo fluctuated instantly, and before she could erase it, the other hand firmly pressed on it.
"Buddha once passed away, I don't go to hell, who goes to hell." Qin Ye's resolute expression was comparable to that of a revolutionary martyr: "Boss, learn to give opportunities to newcomers. It's hard to find jobs now. Young people are complaining. Maybe it's not a real complaint, but a yearning for a promotion and a raise."
"What they need is an opportunity! A chance to show what they can do!"
The corner of Grandma's mouth twitched: "The 'young people' in 1938... It seems that after the vicissitudes of life, not only the two-skinned face, but also a strong desire to survive."
He casually threw the book to Qin Ye, and Qin Ye took it flatteringly. He bowed and smiled and said, "If you have something to do, you can support it."
"Damn it..."
Qin Ye's face darkened instantly.
Grandma raised her eyebrows: "Huh?"
"...you ordered."
Grandma restrained her smile, tapped the bong on the table lightly, and took a long time to speak: "I know, you have many doubts. Including why I found you late at night a week ago. And why am I here. But... "
She took a deep breath: "Tomorrow at twelve o'clock, the old man will tell you."
Qin Ye was silent for a while, then tentatively asked: "The willow head on the moon, the person is about after dusk?"
Dead silence.
Breathing in, breathing out, and grandmother said with a calm voice: "Go away!!" Announcing that this exchange had ended without a hitch.
Seeing the figure of Qin Ye walking outside while sighing, grandma's eyes were extremely complicated. It was only when she heard the sound of washing outside that she solemnly pulled up the blouse of her left hand.
It's still the skin of the old man, but... The left hand shows a transparent color from the elbow up! And from the bones and muscles exudes a faint golden light!
These golden lights reveal Buddha-nature, and one can even see a blossoming rootless golden lotus growing and annihilating in it. Countless small, looming Sanskrit characters flow through the meridians. But this kind of Buddha-nature brought unspeakable pain to my grandmother.
In just a few seconds, the cold sweat on her forehead dripped desperately.
"Running out… "
She pulled up her sleeves and looked out of the window with a thoughtful gaze: "Yangjian has already noticed the great change in the underworld... There is not much time left for me..."
"It's a pity... This kid has a good heart, but he has seen too much, too oily. He has eaten Tai Sui... Not only will he live forever, but he will never grow up, and maintain the age of the year. Living in this deformed identity In the human world of intrigue... I wanted to tune/teach him more, but unfortunately... "
She stood up, her white hair dancing without wind: "There's no time left..."
"Where is 'it'? I can't find it, everything is empty talk... Hundreds of billions of evil spirits have poured into the world, and the mere supernatural events that have erupted now are just a prelude... "