Merchant of the Underworld

"I think you really want your money rather than your life." I frowned and said, "You actually dare to sign a ghost slave contract!"

When Zhao Wangcai heard the words 'Ghost Slave Contract', he became even more nervous and stammered: "Mother Cat said that the Ghost Slave Contract is just to prevent the hungry ghosts who come to the store from all directions from harming me. As long as you sign the contract , can keep me safe, so I won’t even let my wife and son in this kitchen.”

"Hmph, do you still believe that old woman until now?" I said angrily: "Has she told you that after a hundred days of signing the ghost slave contract, you will die? No one can see your image anymore. , no one can hear your voice anymore, and you will completely disappear from the world from now on."

After saying that, I stretched out my hand and pointed to the corner of the kitchen and said, "Didn't she tell you that anyone who makes offerings to the Hungry Ghost Bodhisattva will have no children or grandchildren? The whole family will be brutally killed. In the end, even the soul will be sacrificed to hundreds of ghosts and torn into pieces." Thousands of paragraphs?”

"Also, has she told you that if the three of you as a family help ghosts and harm others, even after your souls return to the underworld, the dead will not let you go? You will be tortured for a hundred years and will not be reincarnated as adults. .”

"Really...really?" When Zhao Wangcai heard this, he was so frightened that his body was like chaff, and the two hands protecting his chest couldn't help but tremble.

"You don't have to believe it, but count the time and you'll be able to experience it for yourself in a few days." I sneered.

"No, no, no, I believe it, I believe it! Brother... you must save me." Zhao Wangcai kept kowtowing at me.

Since he has signed a contract as a ghost slave, he naturally understands the horror of hungry ghosts far better than ordinary people. His psychological defense had been broken by my series of questions, and he opened his clothes with a clang, revealing a skinny chest.

I looked down and saw a palm-sized purple-black mark on his chest.

The mark vaguely resembles a twisted human face. At first glance, it looks extremely eerie!

This is the ghost slave contract!

The ghost bond is separated from the heart, and the Yin Qi is connected to the body.

Judging from the shape and color, Gui Nuqi has reached an advanced stage, and Zhao Wangcai will die in a few days. It's ridiculous that he was kept in the dark and treated this harmful thing like a talisman.

I turned around and picked up a bowl, grabbed some minced garlic and coarse salt, took out a magic talisman, and lit it on the fire. Then he poured some water, stirred it together with the paper ash, handed it to Zhao Wangcai and said, "Drink this."

Zhao Wangcai took it without hesitation and drank it all in one gulp.

As soon as the spirit water entered his stomach, Zhao Wangcai's face twitched sharply, as if he was in extreme pain. But he was afraid of arousing his wife's suspicion, so he didn't dare to shout loudly. He reached out and pulled off the dirty black towel from his shoulder, and bit it tightly in his mouth.

Zira…

A burst of white smoke suddenly appeared from the mark on his heart. It hurt so much that he couldn't help but reach out and grab it. The area was immediately dripping with blood, but Zhao Wangcai's hands continued to move, as if he wanted to take out his heart and lungs. .

"Don't move!" I stepped forward and held him down.

Sizzling...

White smoke continued to rise, and the air was filled with the stench of burnt flesh.

The veins on Zhao Wangcai's neck popped out, and his eyes were bloodshot, as if they would burst and shatter at any time!

I held his hands firmly, feeling his whole body convulsing, as if he had reached the limit of pain.

He stared at me and looked at me pleadingly. Although he didn't speak, I understood. He wants me to let him go and let him die! He couldn't bear it anymore!

Although Zhao Wangcai has harmed many people, he still has his conscience after all, and I still want to get the details about the cat lady from him. I then lightly advised: "Keep on holding on, you still have a wife and son, if you die What will they do? Just hold on and it will be over soon."

When Zhao Wangcai heard this, a glimmer of light appeared in his desperate eyes, and he nodded fiercely.

He kept trembling, cold sweat dripping down his face, soaking his clothes.

White smoke was rising, and a stream of black and smelly pus gurgled out from between the scratched flesh. The entire kitchen was filled with an indescribable smell. It was extremely disgusting!

After five or six minutes, Zhao Wangcai's hand suddenly loosened and he fell limply to the ground.

I lowered my head and saw that the black mark on his chest had faded away, but the area was slightly red and swollen. Black pus was mixed with blood, and it was all over his clothes.

In just a few minutes, he endured unspeakable pain, experienced life and death, and finally got rid of the shackles of the ghost slave bond and regained his freedom.

Zhao Wangcai was breathing heavily, but he didn't even have the strength to speak.

I turned around and poured him a glass of sugar water.

After resting for a while, before I could ask, he started talking intermittently.

The situation is exactly the same as what Zhong Xiaopang secretly investigated. His ancestors and grandchildren have been farmers for generations. They only rely on the meager income from the fields to support the whole family. Life is extremely difficult.

In recent years, due to repeated misfortunes in his family, Zhao Wangcai was forced to have no choice but to have an evil idea: dig a grave!

There is an old cemetery not far from his home. It is said that the funerary objects inside are very valuable, including many gold earrings, gold rings and so on.

One night, Zhao Wangcai sneaked over with a hoe.

Maybe he was really driven into a hurry, so he plucked up the courage to dig up an old grave under the moonlight. But to his great disappointment, there was nothing in the grave except a broken coffin.

He wiped his sweat and was about to dig other graves when he suddenly found a cat standing on the coffin.

She was white-faced and red-bodied, staring at him with a pair of green eyes!

He was startled and threw a stone to chase the cat away. Unexpectedly, the cat didn't move. Instead, it opened its mouth and spoke: "Why are you digging a grave? Do you want to change it for money?"

Zhao Wangcai was immediately frightened and collapsed to the ground.

But the cat said to himself: "How much money can you make by digging graves? You might even be haunted by evil spirits. If you really want to make money, come with me." After that, he turned around and left.

Cats can talk and can also provide themselves with a way to make money. This sounds a bit evil no matter how you sound. But Zhao Wangcai was obsessed with money at the time, gritted his teeth, and followed with a hoe!