Merchant of the Underworld

"What's going on?" San Gangzi was still confused.

I looked at the wet kitten, then at Fatty Zhong lying in the bathtub, and sighed: "There is a folk saying that after death, the soul has not completely dispersed within seven days. At this time Once a cat or dog comes near, it will borrow the animal to bring back the soul, which is why cats and dogs are prohibited from approaching the coffin.”

"Just now, Zhong Xiaopang's three souls and seven souls have lost two and six, and only one soul is left wandering between life and death. He is at the critical moment of dying. As a result, a cat happened to pass by, so he borrowed the opportunity to Now that cat is back alive..."

"To put it simply, this cat is Zhong Xiaopang." I explained.

"Then...then who is this?" San Gangzi became more and more confused as he listened, and pointed at Fatty Zhong in the bathtub.

"He now has the body of a fat man but the mind of a cat." I smiled bitterly.

"This." San Gangzi was stunned, and then he seemed to suddenly think of something. With a bang, he threw away the basin in his hand, glared at me and yelled: "Who the hell are you? I am Zhong. Brother Zhong was fine, why did he suddenly turn into a cat? Are you trying to fool a young child? Listen, if you don't cure Brother Zhong, I will let the brothers on the road kill you."

Meow!

The kitten suddenly raised its head and barked at him, stretched out its paws and pressed his hand hard, as if it had something to say, but couldn't say it, and shed two tears at once.

Then, it wrote something on the mirror with its wet paws.

"Gangzi, listen to him!"

These five words are crooked, but they are extremely clear.

San Gangzi was completely stunned, and his eyes were slightly moist. He reached out and touched the kitten's head. After a long time, he turned to me and asked: "He... can he still change back?"

"Okay." I nodded.

"Really?" San Gang suddenly became happy again, tears welling up and he held my hand tightly: "As long as you can change Brother Zhong back, I will agree to any condition you have."

His eyes were red and he was extremely excited, and my hands hurt from his grasp.

It was obvious that he was sincere from the bottom of his heart, and his friendship with Zhong Xiaopang was truly extraordinary.

"Don't worry first." I comforted him: "After exchanging souls with animals, it's not difficult to exchange them back! But the problem is that this is not an ordinary cat, but a double-pupiled Yin beast, so it must be in We have to find the owner of the Yin Beast within seven days. But who is that person? Why do I have to harm this friend of yours? I still don’t know anything about it.”

"The only clue we have so far is that strange fried rice restaurant..." I said.

"Fried rice restaurant, you mean Zhao Ji fried rice?" San Gangzi asked.

"Yes, your buddy just suspected that there was some secret hidden in this fried rice restaurant, so he found me." I answered truthfully.

"Then...could it be that you are Master Zhang Jiulin?" Sangangzi looked at me in surprise.

"It's me." I nodded.

"Oh, it turns out to be Master Zhang! When my friend introduced you to Brother Zhong that day, I was also there. I heard that Mr. Zhang can confuse ghosts and kill gods, and he is a very capable person! It's all my fault that I can't see Taishan. How can Mr. Zhang Don't blame me, you must save me, Brother Zhong." San Gangzi apologized to me again and again.

"It's nothing. Anyone who encounters this kind of thing will be suspicious. I admire your loyalty." I gave a faint approval.

"Without Brother Zhong, there would be no me." San Gangzi said very emotionally: "Ten years ago, I just came back from prison. I was penniless, couldn't find a job, and almost starved to death. If it weren't for Brother Zhong's help, How could I be where I am today if you gave me a blow? Master Zhang, do you mean that little bastard who fried rice is causing trouble behind his back? I will tell Brother Daoshang to destroy his shop now."

As he spoke, he reached out and took out his cell phone.

"Don't get excited yet." I quickly persuaded him, "This matter can't be rushed for now. I have carefully observed that although the owner of the fried rice restaurant behaved suspiciously, there should be someone else behind him. It was the person who harmed your brother. Man! If you come up to me so recklessly, you will only alert the enemy."

When San Gangzi heard this, he immediately took back his phone and looked at me anxiously: "What should I do?"

I turned around and looked at Fatty Zhong who was lying in the bathtub: "We have already discussed that tomorrow we will ask people from the Health Bureau to conduct a surprise inspection of that store, so that I can take the opportunity to mingle with them and check out the fried rice restaurant. What the hell is hidden inside! I didn’t expect that something happened on the way back.”

"Health Bureau? This is easy to handle." San Gangzi responded happily: "My brother-in-law is from the Quarantine Department of the Health Bureau. I also went to him for the last inspection, but nothing was found. I will give it to him tomorrow. Just make a phone call. But..."

As he said that, he looked at the kitten who was lying on the sink listening to our conversation, and asked with a somewhat unbearable look: "What should I do, Brother Zhong?"

"Let him be a cat for the next few days and experience the life of a cat!" I said with a wry smile: "Also, his body in the bathtub must be preserved and no damage should occur."

San Gangzi gently held the kitten in his arms and said solemnly: "Brother Zhong, don't worry! I will definitely rescue you. Just be patient these days." As he said that, tears started flowing again. come out.

Meow!

The kitten moaned softly, hugged San Gangzi's arm with its front paws, and shed tears in series.

My nose felt sour when I saw it, and I reminded: "Don't talk to your sister-in-law about this yet."

"Okay." San Gangzi agreed, but his eyes never left the kitten.

Fatty Zhong's body in the bathtub was still lying quietly. The red line had faded below his shoulders, and his face gradually turned rosy. At first glance, he looked like he was asleep.

The faucet was dripping with water, and it flowed into the bathtub, staining it pitch black, and the air was filled with a stinky smell of pickles.

I walked out of the bathroom.

In the bedroom quite far away, the old woman was still throwing clothes on the bed one by one.

"You old bastard, what's going on? What kind of evil has happened to you? Did some little vixen attract you? Do you think you could have gotten into this if you just stayed at home? You really deserve it. Let me see if you dare to do it again." The old woman was talking nonstop while crying.

He cried sadly and cursed viciously.

But even so, she still stared at the bed closely, putting in the clothes one by one in a timely manner, fearing that there would be any mistakes. She was a typical talkative person.

Her expression was so focused that she didn't notice me at all even when I walked into the window.

The coarse salt ring on the bed was completely stained red with blood, and the thick Simmons mattress was soaked, but not a trace of blood seeped out of the ring.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, mixed with the stench from the bathroom, making it disgusting. You can even vaguely see a layer of hazy red mist.

This ghost-killing evil spirit is indeed powerful. Even though he has lost so many clothes to block it, his evil light is still unabated!

However, the speed at which clothes melted into blood gradually slowed down. After a piece of clothing was thrown in, it would take a long time to completely dissolve. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this evil spirit was finally almost gone.

There was not much left in the pile of clothes on the ground, and the old woman was still talking and crying.

Faced with this situation, I didn’t know what to say. I just said: “Throw four or five more items and we can stop.”

Only then did the old woman notice me standing next to her, and asked worriedly: "Is the damn guy okay?"