"I'm very accurate, do you want to do it?" The news made me sit up from the hospital bed.

"What?" the mayor froze.

"What do you want?" I pulled out my needle, took the cow's tears, smeared them on my eyelids, put on my shoes, looked for a branch, and returned to the mayor.

"No, no, I don't want to count anything. The mayor shuddered, got up from his seat and took a few steps back.

"It has to be counted. I sat cross-legged on the floor, staring coldly and waiting for the mayor's next reaction.

The mayor didn't last long before he succumbed to my gaze, and he counted his official fortunes.

I started to help him after he reported his birthday.

I helped the guy again, and it didn't go as it had before.

From this, I confirm that there will be a situation before, and there is no one who does not want me to figure out the murderer of Lao Dao.

is also the murderer of Lao Dao, Lao Dao's two apprentices are dead, but I am still alive.

The murderer should be the one who helped me.

Who helped me?

It seems that it was only the one who imprisoned me back in the shop.

"You...... What's the math done?" the mayor asked.

"The official fortune is prosperous. I withdrew my gaze from the results and left the clinic.

In the winter in the south, you can't see the silver covered in ice and snow in the north, and you can't see the desert in the west that is silent.

Winter in the south is always a bleak one.

It was cold and cold outside, but there was not a hint of humidity.

The coldness that soaked into the bone marrow seemed to drain all the warmth of my body, leaving only the cold scattered like dry wool stuffed between my chest and lungs.

I walked down the street in the bleak moonlight, where only lonely ghosts roamed, and my eyes grew colder and colder.

Who the hell is the one who imprisoned me back in the shop!

Qingdai, who betrayed me, did not repent after death, what face did he have to seek revenge on me, what face to blame me!

If it weren't for her planting, Lao Dao and his two apprentices would not have died!

Thinking of this, I turned and went to the mass grave.

In a mass grave, a few red-eyed wild dogs are grabbing carcasses at a newly dug grave.

There are still green ghost fires wandering among the graves, and there are still many crows squatting on the graves with red eyes open and silently watching the outsiders who arrive late at night.

There are more lonely souls and wild ghosts on the mass graves than on the streets, and no one knows what they are obsessed with, and they would rather be lonely ghosts than go to the underworld to be reincarnated.

I stopped near the mass grave and searched for Qingdai among the lonely ghosts.

Qingdai is not one of them.

Mass graves are places where people are left unsupervised to bury the bodies, and there are other concentrated cemeteries in villages and towns.

I'll go back to the cemetery.

In the cemeteries, most of the graves have ghosts sitting or standing or only showing their heads.

I still haven't been able to find Qingdai.

I left under the watchful eye of the ghosts and headed straight back to town.

The shop of Lao Dao is brightly lit, and the three black coffins placed side by side at the door stand out at night.

My shop is wide open, like a black hole swallowing a swamp.

I entered the old shop, burned white wax in front of each coffin, put up a fine incense, and then moved a small pony to sit at the door to keep a watch.

My heart was full of manic hatred, but I had nowhere to vent it, but I could only force my patience with my fists clenched.

After I kept the vigil until dawn, I chose a good time and paid someone to help bury Lao Dao and his two apprentices.

I burned all the paper money ingots and paper bundles in the store in front of the grave, and knocked my head three times in front of the grave.

What I want is not to owe each other, but in the end, they have taken three lives, and even the opportunity to be reincarnated may have been lost.

When you meet me, do you regret it?

If you have the opportunity to see you again, please remember to stay away and don't be burdened by me.

I kowtowed and returned to the town, and people whispered along the way that the old shop was a vicious place where whoever lived and who died, and that no one who was close to me would end well.

I think they're right.

None of the people who were close to me ended well.

When I got back to the shop, the mayor had been waiting for a long time.

Lao Dao and his two apprentices have died, and he came to discuss with me what to do with the shop under Lao Dao's name.

Because I was very pleased with the sentence I said last night, that he meant to return the shop to my name.

Seeing that he would not leave if I did not agree with him, I did not give him a chance to talk more nonsense after he explained his intentions, and directly signed the contract he brought, asking him not to bother me for at least a month.

After he left, I closed the door and went to the ice cellar.

This time, I stayed in the ice cellar for a long, long time, and when I was exhausted, I lay down on the side of the cold corpse to rest, and when I woke up, I continued to practice, and when I was hungry, I picked up a few pieces of minced meat to satisfy my hunger.

I vomited while eating, and ate while vomiting.

I tortured myself and reminded myself to remember this smell and remember the suffering I am suffering now.

One day I am strong enough, I will let the enemy, repay it a hundred times, regret not being at the beginning, not survive and die, and fall into hell forever.

Perhaps because of being in the dark for a long time, my eyes gradually blurred vision in the dark, and gradually I could see clearly in the dark.

I didn't finish my practice until I was in a state of madness that I was unconscious for a long time, and when I was conscious, I was either in the hallway, in the store, or crawling to the second floor.

At this point, I've raised my anger to the point where I can form a spell.

When I returned to the store, it was Chinese New Year's Eve, almost a month had passed.

The sound of firecrackers came and went, and the sound of laughter came from outside from time to time.

I covered the wooden board and didn't turn on the lights or kerosene lamps, so I went straight to wash and change clothes, burned the changed clothes, and then went to the counter to open my grandfather's booklet.

After I knew the next mantra by heart and flipped the mantra to the point where I was at ease, I immediately began to urge the qi mantra to match the mantra.

The black fog, accompanied by strong resentment and a poignant and noisy voice, came from all directions as scheduled.

This time, it is still a formation in the form of Bagua, but the coverage is controllable.

The formation diagram was only formed to a quarter of the way and then it did not change, and I continued to urge the anger to wave my hand and collapse the formation diagram.

I was not suitable to go to the ice cellar for a short time, and I stayed in a daze for a while, and chose to take my grandfather's booklet to the second floor to rest.

I went to the room where Granny Huang lived before.

I don't remember how long it had been since I'd been in bed, covered with damp bedding and lying down to sleep.

I don't know how long I fell asleep, but suddenly a pressure hit.

I couldn't move, and I could clearly feel every inch of my skin being squeezed by the air around me.

Ghost press?

I wanted to open my eyes but couldn't, so I could only immediately urge the anger, but I couldn't even mobilize the slightest anger.

I immediately began to recite the old Taoist mantra for my exorcism, and halfway through the meditation, another hand suddenly pressed my mouth and interrupted my meditation.