Merchant of the Underworld

Hey Hey!

A burst of weird laughter suddenly came from the hall, and I immediately looked over.

But the hall is empty. Where is anyone?

But when my eyes finally fell on Li Mingming, I was stunned.

Behind Li Mingming, four or five shadows appeared out of thin air. Each shadow is very shallow, and it doesn't look like Li Mingming's shadow, because they maintain completely different movements from Li Mingming.

Li Mingming held the chicken with both hands and remained motionless. The remaining four shadows actually raised their hands above their heads, and they didn't know what they were doing.

When I was about to ask the old man to take action, Li Mingming suddenly made a "cluck" sound, as if he was hiccupping, and then his whole body spasmed, and he fell to the ground like a dog.

The big rooster in Li Mingming's arms flew out of Li Mingming's arms and kept pecking at the rice grains on the ground.

Because the rooster and Li Mingming are tied together by a red rope, now the two have the same fate to a certain extent, so as the rooster continues to peck at the rice grains on the ground, Li Mingming also keeps nodding his head, "Peck" Eat' up.

But it wasn't really a 'pecking', because every time he lowered his head, his head would hit the ground hard, making a thumping sound. I saw that his forehead was bleeding from the blow. If he continued like this, he might even have his brains knocked out.

It’s too late, so we have to do it in advance!

I immediately nodded to the old man, and the old man immediately walked out from the corner, took a butcher's knife, and chopped hard on the rooster's head.

The rooster's head was severed, and blood spurted far away. But its body was still fluttering, and the living room was dyed red with blood.

I grabbed two eels and squeezed out the blood, which dripped on Li Mingming's neck.

It was not easy to do this. After all, Li Mingming was still learning how to swoop and roll around. It was difficult for me to drip eel blood on Li Mingming's neck.

Soon, after the rooster fluttered for a long time, there was no movement at all, and Li Mingming also lay motionless on the ground.

The old man asked me nervously if Li Mingming was dead? I shook my head and asked him to look carefully.

Not long after Li Mingming was paralyzed on the ground, several shadows under his feet gradually peeled away from his body and floated to the side of the rooster little by little.

That scene was really scary. There was a big, motionless rooster with the shadows of four people at its feet!

Those shadows seemed to be plucking the rooster's feathers, constantly playing with the rooster's body.

After playing with it for a while, several shadows returned to Li Mingming's feet.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat, what's going on? Could it be that the other party realized that this was a 'life change' and realized something was wrong?

Just as he was thinking about it, Li Mingming suddenly stood up from the ground, and the black shadows instantly merged into one shadow.

I clearly found that the shadow was holding a book in his hand. Damn it, it seemed that he still couldn't fool those old ghosts. The undead in "Tai Gong's Art of War" really came out.

Li Mingming's eyes rolled up, he stood on tiptoes and walked towards the window step by step.

The old man was frightened, holding the butcher knife at a loss. I was afraid that the old man would do something extraordinary, so I snatched the butcher knife away and asked him to pay attention to Li Mingming's movements.

Li Mingming acted stiffly and walked towards the window little by little.

It seemed that the other party wanted Li Mingming to jump off the building.

The old man asked me tremblingly what should I do? What else can be done? I can only watch Li Mingming walk over. If I really fight against the undead Taigong, I will definitely not be his opponent.

Li Mingming walked to the window with difficulty, picked up "Tai Gong's Art of War" and read it carefully.

I carefully took a thick rope and tied Li Mingming to prevent him from actually jumping out of the window.

However, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement from Li Mingming. He was just reading a book, bright and energetic, as if he was fascinated.

It’s really rare to see a ghost who is so eager to learn even after death. I suddenly found this ghost a bit funny.

While he was thinking about it, Li Mingming suddenly put down the book and then collapsed on the ground silently.

And when I looked at the shadow behind Li Mingming, there was no trace at all.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that the undead had no intention of killing Li Mingming.

The blood mist that had been shrouding "Tai Gong's Art of War" gradually dissipated...

I immediately lit three sticks of incense next to the book. The three sticks of incense burned slowly, and they all drifted towards the book.

Li Mingming woke up little by little. After he woke up, he seemed to be a different person. His attitude towards the old man changed completely by 360 degrees, and he kept apologizing to the old man.

The old man was startled, thinking that Li Mingming was still in a state of being possessed by a ghost.

I immediately asked Li Mingming what he saw when he was unconscious just now.

Li Mingming smiled bitterly and pointed to the book "Tai Gong's Art of War" to me.

I immediately picked up "Tai Gong's Art of War", opened the home page and took a look. Li Mingming had been staring at the home page just now.

The first chapter is about loyalty and filial piety, not the so-called art of military use.

"Respecting elders is the foundation of a solid body. Elders have experienced the world and can only seek for them with an open mind..."

It seemed that the Taigong spirit had no intention of taking away Li Mingming's life, but was just teaching him how to respect the elderly.

Li Mingming looked at me with a headache: "To be honest, I am not the kind of person who bullies the elderly. Aren't I forced by the world? The elderly have gone through hardships and contributed to society. They are old and frail, so they deserve Respect from society, but the existing system cannot protect their rights..."

"You said that, and I feel ashamed." The old man laughed dumbly: "Actually, it would be the same for me to find a more remote place to set up a stall, but I won't be angry with you urban management officials..."

"For thousands of years, this kind of class conflict cannot be solved by any great man, let alone the two of you." I smiled and said, "Isn't it all about living? Okay, I'm leaving. It's up to you two. Let’s get used to it slowly.”

Before leaving, the old man insisted on giving me the copy of "Tai Gong's Art of War", saying that it might be helpful to me in the future.

I readily accepted it with a smile. Not to mention that it was a sinister thing, the historical value of this book alone could make me make a lot of money.

But I have no plans to sell it. I really can’t bear to sell such an antique with historical significance!

China is a country of etiquette. Since ancient times, there has been a saying of respecting the elderly and loving the young. But I know in my heart that the so-called etiquette is just a show, and it really does not deserve the title of a great etiquette country.

The older generation has devoted their whole lives to the country, but when they are old and frail, they cannot receive care from the society. Instead, they have to work hard to make a living. This is unfair.

This is not something that can be solved by one person or one policy. Only by reminding the world to care more about the elderly and starting from me with loyalty and filial piety can this contradiction be completely resolved, right?