There’s an Evil Spirit Here

"People are afraid of three lengths and two shorts. Do you know what Xiang is most afraid of?"

"Fragrant is most afraid of two short and one long."

Turned around with the figure at the crossroad, and founder found it clearly. This is a kind of elegant and middle-aged man who is somewhat like a teacher.

And in front of the middle-aged man, there was a brazier brazier, which was burning yellow paper, paper money, ingots and other objects.

There are three lit incense sticks in the other party's hands.

Is the kind of incense that is often burned in temples.

The situation and scene in front of them all explain that the other party is worshipping the soul of the dead.

However, the three incense sticks in the hands of middle-aged men are strangely short and long, with short sides and long middle.

Founder noticed the gaze of the middle-aged man and kept looking at the yellow paper sticking to the bottom of his shoe. Founder quickly tore off the yellow paper and carefully placed it on the ground, while apologizing a few words to the dead soul.

This has nothing to do with superstition or superstition.

Has nothing to do with believe or not.

It should pay respect to the deceased and not blaspheme.

After Fang Zheng did all this, he found that the middle-aged man had turned his back on him and ignored him and continued to burn paper money and yellow paper into the brazier. After this episode, Founder felt a sense of sympathy for this middle-aged man like a teacher, and he could not help but pay tribute to the deceased, at least this person is not bad.

There was only one way in front of him, and Founder had to move on. This time he was a lot more careful, and he tried his best to avoid the yellow paper and paper money on the road.

At this time, another gust of wind blew, and Founder's nose flapped a few times, and his brows were suddenly frowned.

Is actually that kind of pungent sour smell of rotting body.

As I got closer to the middle-aged man, the rancid smell gradually became stronger, and it was from the direction of the middle-aged man. The inconsistent deep and deep mansions flashed by, and suddenly, Founder's face changed greatly.

Corpse gas!

He saw the soaring corpses and death in the middle-aged man!

Huh?

Wrong!

Fang Zheng observed carefully, but he saw a line of vitality from the other party. In the dark and dead air, there was another hidden and deep living yang.

Living face?

Dead man catches the sun?

Founder was vigilant and began to scratch the brain recently charged, a lot of knowledge about this.

At this time, Founder discovered that the three incense sticks in the hands of middle-aged men changed from two short and one long back to flush again. It was really strange.

"Mr. Fu, you pretend to be a ghost and scare ordinary people in the middle of the night."

A voice sounded, eh? Founder was stunned, this sound ... seemed familiar, and subconsciously followed the prestige.

At this time, Founder only noticed that it was at the intersection of his blind spot at the crossroads. There was a store that was only open for business at night, and the store was filled with lights.

A few steps forward, Founder finally saw the master with some familiar voice ... Zhang Butcher who is serving a dish of pig ears against a plate of pig ears!

Founder was shocked.

Was not just founder, but even Zhang Tu, who was about to take a sip of wine, was obviously shocked.

But Zhang Tufu was the first to react.

Saw that he soon recovered to that plain expression. After drinking the wine in the glass, he calmly said: "I'll use the ghost head knife with it."

Does not allow Fang Zheng to refute at all, because Zhang Tufu's eyes have already looked directly at Fang Zheng's waist.

Covered by the coat behind Founder, there was a scabbard there.

Fang Zheng's face immediately changed.

Rely! His scalp is a little numb, and he can't help vomiting. Is Zhang Tufu unconscious? Or has he seen what?

Founder stood at the same place, turning his head quickly, thinking about how to respond next seemed the most natural. It was at this time that the middle-aged man, who had been squatting at the intersection and burning paper money, was Mr. Fu. Walk back to the shop.

"Since Zhang Tufu's friend, come in and sit down."

After Mr. Fu passed by Founder, he walked directly into the store.

At this time, Fang Zheng just noticed that from the first glance, this Mr. Fu, who has the temperament of a teacher and Zhang Tufu's mouth, was pulling a dead face with no expression from beginning to end.

Thinking of this, Founder suddenly felt some inexplicable pain.

Zhang Butcher's indifference.

Mr. Fu's dead face was expressionless.

Is really a matter of things.

Fang Zheng didn't know what he thought of, suddenly he smiled generously, and saw him walk into the store generously and sit down beside Zhang Tufu.

"That ghost head knife is easy to use, but the only regret is that it's shorter, and sometimes it's weak to cut." Founder picked up another pair of clean chopsticks, pinched the pig's ear and put it in his mouth to chew, then The praise is delicious.

Is generous.

Has no hypocrisy or fear of hands.

Butcher Zhang glanced at Founder, and took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for Founder.

Some people say that the wine table culture is the most difficult to understand, it can easily make the brothers turn their eyes, and also make two strangers become year-end friends.

Depends on whether your wine can enter the other party's vision.

Founder has no hypocrisy, and he sips out a refreshing drink.

And at this time, Founder also took the opportunity to look at the situation in the store. This is a haze shop opened in the old street, specializing in selling funeral items ~ www.wuxiahere.com ~ such as paper money, yellow paper, shrouds, incense candles and so on.

Only did not see the paper-cutting people.

But Founder's eyes are more focused on Mr. Fu. What are the dead and dead corpses?

Has always puzzled him.

The friend Zhang Fu, Mr. Fu, is a dead man? Still alive?

The haze shop is divided into a front hall for doing business and a back hall for storing goods. Since Mr. Fu entered the store, he has not come out in the back hall.

"Isn't it curious?" Zhang Tufu looked at Fangzheng calmly, and didn't know whether it meant other things.

"follow me."

Butcher Zhang got up and walked to the back hall.

Founder hesitated and followed.

As soon as he entered the back hall, Founder discovered that the temperature of the back hall was significantly lower than that of the front hall and the lights were slightly dim and dark. Then he saw three coffins lined up in the back hall.

Founder was surprised.

Cremation is now popular, the country has long banned burial, no coffins have been seen in the city, and coffin shops have also been diverted. The only opportunity for people to see the coffin is the ice coffin hired from the funeral home. Of course, in some rural areas where the legal awareness is still weak, some burial customs are still visible. Unexpectedly, there were three coffins in this meditation shop in Yunshi.

Was really brave. The probe looked into the coffin, but it was not an empty coffin, and each lay a female body.

I saw that Mr. Fu was busy. He was entering the mortuary for the three female bodies. At this time, the body makeup had been put on, but Founder's brows still could not help wrinkling.

"There is a place in the evening, there will be a lively scene, are you interested to see it together?"

Butcher Zhang is talking to the other party.

"Mr. Fu, I, you, three people together."