Merchant of the Underworld

"That's right!" the old man replied: "Your grandfather and I cooperated a lot back then, and we did many earth-shattering things. It's just that your grandfather didn't know how to restrain himself, so he went to report early. I can survive until now, It all depends on this little shabby house. Alas! But my life now is worse than death..."

I suddenly remembered something. Among the things my grandfather left me, there was a photo album. The most common photo in the album is a photo of my grandfather and a young man.

At that time, my grandfather was in his youth, he looked high-spirited, and he was considered a wealthy man at that time because of the clothes he wore and the clothes he wore.

And the young man's dress was even more stylish than grandpa's. Taking a closer look at the old man, his facial features were somewhat similar to that of the young man.

Could it be that the old man in front of him is the young man back then.

I can't believe it. The contrast is too great, right?

The old man smiled: "How is it? Do you think I look familiar?"

He basically stopped running after asking this question. This wrinkled, dirty old man was indeed the young man in the photo.

I looked at him in disbelief and didn't say a word for a long time.

"It's nothing to make a fuss about." The old man looked at it quite openly: "Actually, my property is enough to buy ten small towns like this. However, I have to earn and spend the money. To do this business, you must have the ability. With this realization, it’s better to stop as soon as possible.”

I swallowed hard and looked at the old man: "Old senior, why did you come to me?"

"Simple." The old man said, "I'll give you a chance."

"What chance?" I looked at him inexplicably.

"My grandson is dead." The old man's mood finally fluctuated: "You have to help me take revenge."

"Revenge, your grandson." I was shocked: "One of the two dead people in the mass grave is your grandson?"

"That's right." The old man said: "The first person to die was my grandson. He was killed alive by that evil thing..."

I was still a little unbelievable: "Are you kidding me? That guy looks like a second generation rich man. He has such a wealthy family. Why would you live in such a shabby house?"

The old man sneered: "Young man, do you think what I just said is nonsense? I said that I have enough money to buy ten such counties. The reason why I live here is just to save my life."

I took a breath. It seemed that the old man was not bragging just now.

But what is he afraid of hiding here?

I suppressed my excitement, calmed myself down, and thought carefully about what the old man said.

"Okay." The old man sighed heavily: "My grandson's death has something to do with me. But I can't take action now. Once I do, my life will be in danger, so only you can help me!"

I asked again and again, and the old man finally told me the whole story.

It turns out that the second-generation rich family relied on the old man's wealth to lay a foundation in several nearby cities and was engaged in the antique business.

The old man knew better than anyone that anyone in this business would have a bad end, so he did not let his children get involved in the illicit trade.

However, it may be due to inheritance from generation to generation. The grandson of the old man is particularly interested in vaginal objects and even shows an amazing talent in this area. He is obsessed with his grandfather's past and wants to be a businessman of negative things.

The old man had no choice but to agree to his grandson. He also pointed out to him that there was a hidden object among the mass graves in this county.

The old man knew that the hidden object buried with him was very dangerous, so he repeatedly warned his grandson not to risk digging, and to learn enough skills from him first.

But today's young people are impatient and looking for excitement, so they go directly to rob tombs.

The end can be imagined. He provoked this evil thing, so he was frozen to death.

The old man also went to the scene that day and accidentally discovered the three of us.

The old man knows me. After all, whether the circle of ghosts is big or small, it can all be attributed to the same ancestor for several generations.

It was not convenient for the old man to take action, so he decided to let us take action. So he followed us to the small hotel and left his contact number.

I took a deep breath and felt confident: "But why do we have to get rid of that evil thing? Can't we just bury it directly? You don't really want to avenge your grandson, do you? Sorry, Xueyi If you’re not good enough, I can’t avenge you.”

The old man sneered: "Are you still ready for revenge? Even ten of you may not be able to fix that golden quilt! I just want you to redeem the ghost attached to the quilt. You will do bad things for a lifetime. , before I die, I also want to do some good deeds to accumulate merit, lest the underworld throw me into a frying pan."

"Besides, do you think nothing will happen if you bury the golden quilt? You are too naive. Now that the ghost on the quilt has awakened, it will definitely continue to harm people. The second deceased is very good. Example." The old man explained.

I smacked my tongue and said I understand.

I asked the old man what he knew about that quilt. The more you know, the easier it will be to start.

The old man shook his head helplessly and said that he didn't know much about Quilt because he didn't have a direct confrontation with it. However, judging from the symptoms of the deceased, he felt that this quilt was probably left by an ancient prostitute.

prostitute.

Yeah, why didn’t I think of that? I suddenly felt enlightened.

Who hates the powerful so much? Who would think that even a quilt can't cover the coldness inside? Of course she is a prostitute.

This situation was most serious especially in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties.

At that time, the government encouraged prostitution. Anyone whose home was ransacked would have his wife and daughters sent to a brothel. In order to exchange for some food, poor families would often sell their daughters to the brothel madam.

As a result, a famous fragrant place in history was formed: Qinhuai River.

It can be said that the Qinhuai River is full of brothels and cruise ships. Almost the best prostitutes in the country gather here. It is also the favorite brothel for the children of the rich and powerful. You can't imagine how much love and hatred happened in that place...

Prostitutes also have dignity, but the pressure of life makes them choose to sell their bodies.

But in their hearts, they are full of yearning for love and happiness.

How many men have made promises of eternal love, but once they deceive their bodies, they disappear halfway when they get tired of playing with them.

When their hearts are cut by a knife, those innocent geishas can only look at a golden quilt where they have had a great relationship with their lover, and wash their faces with tears...

Then he wiped away his tears and went to bed with the next man.

It can be said that their love and their hate are all gathered on that quilt.

It would be strange if such a quilt didn’t turn into something feminine!

The old man looked at me in surprise: "Young man, do you feel sorry for those prostitutes?"

When the old man told me the central issue, I felt a little embarrassed. I waved my hands repeatedly and said, "No, no. Senior, you should tell me what your plans are!"