Merchant of the Underworld

The coin was still stained with blood and brains. Obviously, it was the murder weapon that pierced the center of the eyebrow.

It’s even more obvious that this is what the elusive old man with a hunchback did!

But who is he? Why do you help me one after another but never meet me?

Of course, now is not the time to think about this, I have to leave this place of right and wrong immediately.

And it’s almost dawn, so I have to rush back immediately to save Mr. Wu!

After taking a taxi, dialing Xiao Wu's phone and asking him to tell the driver the location, I closed my eyes and leaned on the back of the chair and dozed off.

I’ve been really tired these past few days…

As soon as he entered the small county town of Shanxi, he was chased by the disciples of the God of Death. Then he investigated the construction site to track down the antiques and eliminate the ghosts. Before I could take a breath, I rushed to Xi'an without stopping. In order to save Mr. Wu, I followed the Requiem Talisman and rushed into the Lingbao venue. After this battle, it seemed very relaxed, but it drained my energy. All used up!

If anyone wants to attack me now, whether it is Longquan Villa, the disciples of Death, or the Lingbao Society that I have just completely offended, they can give me a drink.

As soon as the taxi arrived at Wu's hometown, Xiao Wu and Uncle Mute rushed out to welcome them.

"Shopkeeper Zhang, how are you? My grandpa..."

"Go and find all the cinnabar in your house. Prepare more salt water, glutinous rice and burning paper. The more, the better!" I interrupted him urgently and walked quickly inside while giving instructions.

Xiao Wu quickly gestured to the dumb uncle.

The dumb uncle nodded repeatedly and trotted off to prepare.

Xiao Wu took me into the secret room.

Wu Old Bad was still lying on the small iron bed. Although his body did not continue to swell, it became more and more transparent, and it seemed that he could not hold on for much longer.

I took out the copper jar and said, "These beans are all souls mutilated by the murderer. It's impossible to tell which one belongs to your grandfather. Let's do a good deed and free these imprisoned souls."

"You go find a big iron pot, put salt water and cinnabar, put the beans in it and put it on a high fire. When the Yin Qi in the beans is driven out, your grandfather's soul will return to his place."

"Shopkeeper Zhang Da, I...how should I thank you!" Xiao Wu's tears burst out again.

"Stop saying such outlandish words. If you want to thank me, just study hard and learn your skills. This is what your grandpa expected. Come on, let me carry the old man into the bathtub first." After that, I dragged him away. It stuck on Mr. Wu's shoulders.

Wu Laohuai was originally as skinny as a stick, but now his body was filled with yin energy and became extremely heavy.

Xiao Wu is a typical technical otaku with no strength at all. I am extremely weak now, so it took a lot of effort to drag Mr. Wu into the bathtub.

I collapsed on the ground and wiped the sweat from my forehead and said: "When the dumb uncle comes back, bury the glutinous rice on him, turn it all black and then replace it, until all the ghost poison in the body is sucked out, then everything will be fine." ”

"Remember, you must wait until the glutinous rice has not changed at all and your grandfather has returned to his original shape before cooking the beans. Otherwise, the body will be filled with yin energy and your grandfather's soul will not be able to enter at all."

"Also, when the beans are cooked, countless ghosts will definitely come out. You open the doors and windows, burn more paper money outside the door, and set up a soul-sacrifice array in front of the stove. This thing is very simple. If you don't know, just go Ask around, everyone knows. Do you remember what I just said?" I asked.

"Remember!" Xiao Wu nodded in response.

"Well, just do as I say. I'm really tired. I have to go and rest for a while. If you don't understand anything, come back and ask me."

"Okay, shopkeeper Zhang Da, you can go with peace of mind, I will definitely... Bah, bah, bah!" Xiao Wu just said halfway, and suddenly realized that these words seemed a bit unlucky, and quickly changed his words: "Brother Zhang, you have a good rest, I It will be done." He said and helped me up.

He originally planned to let me go to his room on the first floor, but I insisted on going to the third floor to sleep in his grandfather's coffin bed.

The coffin bed looked ordinary, but it had a special effect. I fell asleep as soon as I closed my eyes, and then I had a dream.

Actually, I can't tell whether it was a dream or not?

Because I saw the endless white bones again, and a nine-story pagoda stood tall in the distance.

Push the door along the long bone-white steps and enter.

The scene inside is completely different from the last few times I've been here.

The eight high platforms are gone, and the golden blue-eyed deer is gone.

What lay before me was a cloud of smoke.

The smoke was billowing and flowing, as if one scene after another was unfolding in front of me, just like real scenes.

The spooky Fengdu was in a mess. Numerous bridge viewing platforms had collapsed. There were mourning ghosts with white flags behind their backs everywhere. The sculptures symbolizing the judge and the demon emperor were broken, and only the sculpture of the demon king was still there.

Amidst the billowing smoke, I saw my grandfather again, standing at the intersection of Fengdu and waving to me.

With a breath, the smoke was dispersed again, and what came into view was a towering white mountain range. There seemed to be very few people gathered at the foot of the mountain. Their faces were unclear, but you could tell from their clothing and posture that they were all A master from the Zhang family in Jiangbei.

A golden unicorn rushed out from a cave deep in the mountains, holding a four-edged golden whip in its mouth. It walked straight towards me, as if it wanted to hand this thing over to me...

The moment I picked up the golden whip, all the illusions were completely wiped out. Among the afterimages, a very familiar figure flashed out, but one that made me hate my bones. It was Long Qingqiu!

He was wearing a green shirt with his hands behind his back, as if he was laughing loudly, and he seemed to be fighting against something.

All the scenes were fragmented, just fragments of afterimages, but they were so clear, as if they were about to happen in the future.

.

I don’t know how long I slept, but I slowly woke up and turned around.

When I poked my head out of the coffin, I saw that it was already daylight. The bright sunlight slanted in from the window and shone on the weeds on the ground, which immediately gave me an illusion.

I am not Zhang Jiulin, nor do I have any mission or responsibility. I do not have Yin Xinyue and Fanfan, and I do not know Li Mazi and Chu Yi. I am just a withered skeleton sleeping in a coffin. All of this is just a dream of mine!

I was stunned for a long time, and then I completely woke up from the illusion of being half asleep and jumped out of the coffin.

His physical strength has been completely restored, and his almost exhausted spiritual energy has returned to its peak state in a dream.

I stretched out and moved my hands and feet. I felt very good both physically and mentally. I had never felt better!

Just as he was about to go downstairs to see how Mr. Wu was doing, he suddenly heard a crash behind him.

When I turned around, I saw that the ordinary poplar coffin had collapsed!

It wasn't simply broken or collapsed, but the whole thing turned into ashes.

The ashes still retained the appearance of the coffin, and even the texture of the poplar wood could be clearly seen, as if the coffin had been standing for hundreds of years!

I was stunned for a moment, almost unable to tell whether the scene in front of me was real or illusory.