Ten minutes passed, and the time completely came to the early morning of the fifteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, and there was not a single pedestrian on the street. At the beginning of September, the weather seems to be a little cold, the crossroads are in an excellent state of ventilation, the yin wind blows directly to refresh people's hearts, and the dazzling "hallucinations" appear from time to time, as if the original empty streets, at this moment "people are boiling", crowds of people.

Three or five close friends make up a row.

Think about the physical condition of the old mother at home. The one who thinks about whether the children's academic performance has declined recently, will they miss their dead father in the middle of the night and secretly wipe their tears.

There is even a babbling person who is saying that the daughter-in-law of the family has remarried, but she is very conscientious and continues to support the elderly in the family.

chatting with each other about the shortcomings of their parents, they are full of "popularity".

The lonely ghosts on the side of the road gave them envious glances, but they didn't know where they should go, they didn't know what the necessity of their existence was, and they didn't know when they would go to the underworld to be reincarnated.

I'm completely used to the smell on my face, but I still feel a little choked, and my head is still a little foggy after being smoked for a long time.

"When is it going to be a head?!"

I put my hands in my trouser pockets, raised my eyebrows, and asked Liu Shancong, who was walking slowly on the side, in a deliberately provocative tone.

"I don't know!"

Liu Shancong was very calm, looking at the ghosts coming and going on the street with great interest, as if he had returned to the city of death in the underworld. When you meet someone who looks pleasing to the eye, you will say hello to it cordially, and there is no posture at all, very easy-going.

Maybe it's because these ghosts are frank in their hearts, and there are no ghosts.

So I don't exclude the two of us, maybe I'm used to seeing yin in the underworld, and I also know that there is a yin difference in the yang, and it's too rare to not show it.

Although I am not a good person, let alone a serious person, but when I saw the scene in front of me, I had a good impression of the ghosts in my heart. These ghosts still have hope for the future life, and none of them will harm anyone. I also have a sense of pity for the lonely ghosts, who are like me a few years ago, and they are all "children" without a home.

Because of these points, I didn't summon the Ghost King Mask to intimidate them, and then fight for the fear point. After all, everyone has to eat dumplings for the New Year, and there is such an opportunity for family reunion every year, which forcibly destroys a little bit of a person.

I thought about it, and the more I felt that I had been cheated tonight, and I was a little dissatisfied with the exit to mock Liu Shancong: "I think you wait until the sixteenth day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, you will not be able to return to the underworld, and you will become a defector completely." When the time comes, you don't need to pretend to be persecutive, I'll be the first to kill you! ”

"Gaha?"

Liu Shancong buckled his nostrils rudely: "If you say that I will kill me, you still owe me 200 yuan in yin money, this is all a favor."

"In a while, the two of us will walk out of the north!"

I looked up and saw the street sign, and after a rough calculation, I walked again, and then headed for the south of the road.

"Brother Cannon, do you smell a familiar smell?"

Liu Shancong suddenly stopped his pace, stretched his nose like a police dog, and swayed his head back and forth up and down, left and right, sniffing the diffuse smell in the air.

"It's all the smell of burning paper!"

I sniffed my nose with him, but I didn't smell anything suspicious except the smell of burning paper.

I can't help but sigh and think that the state controls and does not allow paper to be burned in the city on the 15th day of the seventh month of the Qingming Festival, and in the end it is useless.

The living people are also strange, the underground people have to say whether they receive it or not, that is also a click is burning, excessive use of trucks to load paper money, as if to burn the gold and silver mountains to the ancestors and ancestors.

I once asked Lao Zhou, a professor at a famous university of social experience, this question, when Lao Zhou was smoking and drinking, he only replied to me one sentence, he naturally wants to let the ghosts and gods know about doing good deeds, and he doesn't want the ghosts and gods to know if he does bad things. So this paper burning, just to ask for peace of mind, peace of mind, no matter what to do, there is no worries, you can rest assured that you are bold and not to be a man.

"There should be other shady around here!"

Liu Shancong seemed to have found something strange, looked around cautiously, and pinched out a handprint without touching his hands, ready for battle.

"And those who defected?!"

I was shocked and hurriedly pinched a three-clear seal as a starting gesture.

"Not a defector......"

Liu Shancong shook his head and denied my statement: "There are two kinds of yin difference between the yang, one is from the underworld. The other is that the special commissioner of the prefecture who is full-time in the yang world is selected from among the people who have just died, and is given a yin difference certificate, given a yin difference status, and manages some things in the yang world. Some of them who have made great contributions in the yang world will enter the underworld on this day, log in to the information, and become the official yin. ”

"Ahh

It dawned on me: "It's a temporary worker, a temporary worker who doesn't care if you die!"

"Almost, anyway, this kind of yin is much worse than the yin from the underworld. It's good if you have practiced some Taoism before you die, at least when you face ghosts, you have a means to fight the enemy. If ordinary people are selected, they won't be able to adapt to it in a short period of time, and if they don't have any means, they will be cannon fodder, the kind that is purely used as a human sandbag to send to death. ”

Liu Shancong felt distressed in his heart, and became a peer of Yin in this way.

"The underworld is pretty fucked!"

I complained about the underworld with a straight mouth.

The number of ghosts living in the underworld is indispensable, so why use such a worthless method? Moreover, according to what Liu Shancong said, Yin Cha has been in the yang world for a long time, and the crime he suffered can be said to be comparable with the eighteen tortures of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, which is really too tricky.

"It's fucking ......"

Liu Shancong spoke, and suddenly his eyes became solemn, and his face looked a little pale under the lights of the street grocery store that had not been turned off.

"The taste is getting closer......"

Liu Shan sniffed the smell in the air with his nose twitching from the corner of his mouth, and added a sentence after a long time: "This yin difference is definitely sealed in the yang world after death, and the Taoist cultivation before his death is not low!"

"Hostile one?"

I summoned the watermelon knife and thrust the blade into the sleeve of my jacket with my backhand, turning on my sense to pay attention to my surroundings, and I didn't notice any special changes.

"I don't know...... However, her resentment seemed to be deep. ”

Liu Shancong straightened his back, changed his normality, and became completely serious.

"You're pretty good at this nose!"

I was faced with the atmosphere that he had made so tense and tried to break the tension in the form of a joke.

"I'm driving a nose."

Liu Shancong answered truthfully about his own situation, and then saw a golden light flash in my eyes, and said calmly: "You are opening your eyes?"

"Hmm."

I was surprised that he opened his nose.

The oculiars and nasal orifices are easy to explain, and people who open their orifices can be used to see ghosts with the naked eye or to see different places in magnetic fields. Opening the nose is to identify the source of undesirable gases in the air through the sense of smell, and to cultivate to a high level, you can smell the changes in emotions.

Among the five orifices of ordinary cultivators, the most common one is the eye. The other four orifices are really rare, but I didn't expect to encounter one of the nose openings today, and it was still a yin difference.

"It's coming!"

Liu Shancong rubbed his nose, frowned and turned to the left, if it was an enemy, then he would be ready to attack at any time.

"Huh?"

I turned my head and saw a man standing under the street lamp turned off at the left street entrance.

Judging from the body shape, she looks like a woman, about 1.68 meters tall, with a thin figure, and she seems to be holding a mahogany cigarette stick in her hand, and there is a thin smoke drifting from the cigarette end of the mahogany cigarette stick. Dressed in black, the corners of the clothes sway in the wind, the aura is full of mystery, and it stands still.

"It should be a C-class ......"

Liu Shancong saw the real person appear, and only then did he predict the strength of the other party.

"What's next? Friend or foe? ”

I looked at the people in the distance, my right hand holding the knife trembled unconsciously, and I didn't know what to do when facing such an occasion for the first time.

"Huh!"

The man moved, like an infected zombie in a movie, his limbs stiff but swinging wildly, and the distance of ten meters was not enough for a sprint.

Moments are just around the corner.

This person has a woman's face with yellow muscles and thin face due to malnutrition, the corners of his mouth are slightly downward, there is crystal clear saliva, his eyebrows are full of death, and his facial features are gathered together to give birth to a chilling indifference out of thin air, and his voice is soft and cold: "I'm so hungry...... I'm so sleepy...... I want to die!"