Horror Teahouse: I only sell terrible things

Wang Mu left.

I asked Lin Xiaolu what he meant by his last sentence, and what it meant to be embarrassed to start.

Lin Xiaolu's expression changed, then he bit his lip lightly and pulled me out.

"Who knows what he's talking about, go, eat and go. After

filling my stomach, I went back to the teahouse with Lin Xiaolu and took out a yin object from the basement.

The shape of this feminine object looks like a bowl, but it is not a vessel for eating, but a lamp.

It is called the Changming Lantern, also known as the Changming Lantern, and in ancient times, when people celebrated Chinese New Year's Eve, every household would light a lamp.

In the tombs of some emperors, everlasting lamps will also be placed, hoping that the underground palace can be as brilliant as the palace before his death.

According to the records in the notes of Yin Shang, this lamp was originally one of the seven lanterns used by Zhuge Liang when he borrowed his life from the sky in Wuzhangyuan.

Once this lamp is lit, it can borrow from the sky, and theoretically the lamp will not go out, and people will not die.

However, if you want to light this lamp, ordinary oil is not enough, you need to use soul oil, and refine it with soul.

I took the lantern to the hospital and asked the hundred ghosts who were petitioning who would like to take out a little soul and refine it into lamp oil.

It is much more cost-effective to sacrifice a little soul than to consume yin virtue, and none of the hundred ghosts shirked it, and they gave their souls one after another.

Soon, there was two-thirds of the lamp oil in the lamp.

Hyakki was afraid that there would not be enough lamp oil, so he asked me if I needed to give some more.

Before I could answer, a ghost suddenly shouted.

"Take this guy to make oil!" he

walked up to me with a ghost in his hand.

I fixed my eyes and saw that this was not the person who attacked Dr. Zhao?

Before his death, he was the uncle of the Yin people, and he said to me with a smile.

"This guy is almost there, and I caught him as soon as he breathed, and he wanted to sneak away, but there was no door. "

Seeing that I didn't do it for a long time, Uncle said.

"Don't you feel sorry for you, guys, we'll do it ourselves.

As soon as the words fell, all the ghosts showed hideous expressions and pounced on the murderer who almost killed Dr. Zhao.

After a few screams, the murderer's soul was torn to pieces and all refined into lamp oil.

Seeing this scene, I felt a sigh in my heart.

Good will be rewarded with good, evil will be rewarded with evil, it is not that it will not be reported, the time has not yet come.

The lantern is filled with oil, I light it with a lighter, and I keep it in the teahouse to avoid accidentally going out.

Twenty days later, Dr. Zhao was out of danger and woke up.

When I got the news, I rushed to the hospital to see Dr. Zhao, who was frail but still very talkative, and asked me how my wound was healing.

After some time, Dr. Zhao recovered and he returned to work again.

Dr. Zhao's deeds were reported by the media, and his fame increased dramatically, and people came to see him in an endless stream.

The three walls of his office are covered with pennants, which is the patient's respect and gratitude for him, and it is also his proudest honor.

......

A few years later, I met Dr. Zhao again, and I asked him if he had any changes in his psychology after he was injured in the attack.

Dr. Zhao smiled and said to me, the doctor's parents' heart, he should be beaten by a naughty child, how can there be a reason for parents to hold grudges against their children in this world.