The old woman was a little surprised, she looked at Wang Mo and said, "Young man, what are you doing here?" ”

"This is the living expenses that the pillar gives you, auntie, don't save money, you should eat and drink!" Wang Mo comforted.

Although he sometimes has a black heart, he is black about the money of some dignitaries, for such an old man, he has never been black, not to mention that the old man's children died on the battlefield. He is helpless and lonely, and it is certainly difficult for him to live on a piece of ocean.

But he is not a great good person, so he will not give all the proofs to the old man, he will give half of it, plus the pillar will be given 1 piece, a total of three oceans,

Three oceans may not be enough for a rich boy for a meal, but for such a poor people, these three oceans may be their own rations for a year or even many years.

Wang Mo could see that this old woman should not have many days left, although it was a little cruel to think like this, but this is also true.

"Good! The pillar gave it, when you see the pillar and tell him, just say that I am in good health, let him rest assured, you must take good care of yourself outside! ”

There is no one in this world who can not change his face for his mother's concern, even if Wang Mo heard this, he was a little moved.

"Auntie, don't worry, I will definitely tell the pillar! Auntie, I still have something to do, I'll go first, you take care of yourself! Wang Mo reminded again.

The old woman waved her hand at Wang Mo, Wang Mo left and walked to the bridge, the sky was completely dark, Wang Mo saw that there was no one around, opened the oil-paper umbrella, and the oil-paper umbrella emitted a wisp of white smoke, and the white smoke slowly manifested, and finally manifested into a human form. When the breeze blows, the pillars are swaying in the wind.

"You've seen it all! Your mother is doing well. Wang Mo said it lightly.

It's just that the pillar is crying, and the pillar is crying a little bit at night, but Wang Mo feels that this is normal, all he has to do is send the pillar to where he should go, he is not only the owner of the shop, but also a ferryman.

What is a ferryman, life and death, and reincarnation.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have the ability to let the paper figure do the work for me, and some souls will retreat on their own when they encounter it.

As for his encounter with the pillar, Wang Mo believes that it is fate, there are many ferrymen in this place, but each ferryman has a different personality, some are right or wrong, they are taken away directly when they encounter the soul, some pretend not to see it directly when they encounter the soul, and some will be moved by the soul to let him go. There are even times when Wang Mo feels like some staff in real life.

Some are conscientious, some have nothing to do, and go to work! It's not a mix of words yet.

What the? Something went wrong? If something goes wrong, find a temporary worker!

There must be a lot of these ideas among these ferrymen.

"Alright, stop crying! I'm annoyed to listen to! "Wang Mo is a hard-mouthed and soft-hearted person, he always looks intimidating, but if you pay close attention, you should find that he is an absolutely attentive person.

The mere fact that he gave the old woman two oceans is rare under any circumstances.

Of course, it is rare to pit 4 oceans.

Hearing this, Zhu Zi suddenly stopped breathing, and his tone was a little ethereal: "My lord, I'm so cold!" ”

"What, do you want me to cover it for you? It's time for you to go! ”

Zhu Zi was a little puzzled: "I can't find my comrades-in-arms, and I don't know why they are here, where do you let me go?" ”

"You're dead!"

Zhu Zi was stunned for a moment, his eyes were a little red, and a gust of wind suddenly blew around him, Wang Mo smiled disdainfully: "What? Are you trying to do it with me? ”

Wang Mo stretched out his hand, and suddenly the pillar was like a plastic bag blown by the wind and sucked into Wang Mo's hand.

Zhuzi was frightened, and he looked at Wang Mo in horror, as if he was begging for mercy.

Wang Mo threw it on the pillar, as if he was throwing garbage.

He will not be soft-hearted, because Wang Mo knows that no one in this world wants to die, and even if he dies, that person will definitely regret it. And if you are soft-hearted towards your souls, what awaits those souls will be doomed.

Of course, this is Wang Mo's most official explanation, this explanation is to satisfy his conscience, but the real reason is because of performance.

Ferrymen also need performance!

"Let me give you a recollection, do you remember yesterday, or where were you during this time?" Wang Mo rarely had such patience to drink a soul to speak, maybe it was because of the old man just now, or maybe it was because the pillar was indeed too small, so his heart was still a little soft.

The pillar seemed to be in pain, and he didn't remember where he was for a long time, as if he suddenly appeared here, and then suddenly saw Wang Mo.

"I can't remember! If you can't remember, you're dead a long time ago, and now you're a wisp of remnant soul, do you know the remnant soul? It can be wiped out at any time. I promised you to see your mother, and now that you do, shouldn't you go where you need to go? ”

The pillar was crying again, and he said tremblingly: "I remember, I remember, I am indeed dead, I remember when we entered the Forbidden City, there was a very strange-looking person, his nose was like an eagle, and they were wearing strange clothes. What is it called Laures. That's him! That's right, it was him, he had people bomb us with artillery, and many of us were killed! When I think about it, I remember it all! The pillar spoke like a candle that was about to go out.

Seeing this, Wang Mo hurriedly opened the oil-paper umbrella, and the pillar was sucked over again.

Wang Mo thought for a while, he looked at the oil-paper umbrella and said, "Yes, seeing that you are pitiful, I will burn some ingots for you!" ”

After finishing speaking, Wang Mo walked towards his funeral shop again.

The funeral shop crackled like rats eating wood.

Wang Mo opened the door, the ground was full of folded ingots, and the paper man looked back at me Wang Mo mechanically.

The picture is still weird and terrifying.

"Yo! It's stacked pretty fast! Wang Mo said to the paper man.

The paper man was very happy: "Draw girls, draw girls!" ”

Wang Mo was a little speechless, the paper figure he made always seemed to be very interested in girls, he felt that this paper figure must be the eyes he drew when he was thinking about some improper times.

"You're in a hurry, do you think I'll be able to take a fancy to you if I draw a girl? Do you see the house over there? And the foreign cars over there! You don't have anything, people don't look down on you even if I paint, you work hard for me, maybe I'll get you a house one day! ”

The paper figure seems to be very fooled by Wang Mo.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Wang Mo turned around: "What did you say?" Who is Big Black Heart? ”

"Thank you Wang Mo, thank you Wang Mo!"

"Yes, this time! Help me, I'll get some ingots, I'll use them later," Wang Mo finished speaking, lit a sandalwood and opened the oil-paper umbrella.