"People are afraid of three long and two short, do you know what incense is most afraid of?"

"Incense is most afraid of two short and one long. ”

Following the figure at the crossroads, turning around, Fang Zheng saw clearly that this was an elegant middle-aged man with a temperament similar to Mr. Teaching.

In front of the middle-aged man, there was a brass-colored brazier, in which yellow paper, paper money, ingots and other spiritual objects were burning.

And in the hands of the middle-aged man, there are three lit incense sticks.

It's the kind of incense stick in the temple.

At this time, between the ten fingers of the middle-aged man, three incense sticks were being lit.

The situation in front of him shows that the other party is worshipping the souls of the dead.

However, the three incense sticks in the hands of the middle-aged man are weirdly two short and one long, short on both sides and long in the middle.

Fang Zheng noticed the middle-aged man's gaze, and kept staring at the yellow paper stuck under his shoe, Fang Zheng quickly tore off the yellow paper, carefully put it on the ground, and said a few words of apology to the dead soul.

It's not about superstition or not.

It doesn't matter whether you believe in ghosts or gods.

It is a due respect for the deceased, and does not desecrate the deceased.

When Fang Zheng finished all this, he found that the middle-aged man had turned his back to him again, ignored him, and continued to burn paper money and yellow paper into the brazier. After this episode, Fang Zheng couldn't help but feel a little more good for this middle-aged man who had the temperament of a teacher, and he could respect the deceased, at least this person was not bad.

There was only one way to go, Fang Zheng had to move on, this time he was much more careful, and tried his best to avoid the yellow paper and paper money on the ground along the way.

At this time, another yin wind blew, and Fangzheng's nose fanned a few times, and his brows suddenly furrowed.

It was actually the pungent sour smell of the corpse when it was decomposing.

As he got closer to the middle-aged man, the rancid smell gradually became stronger, and it was from the direction of the middle-aged man, Fang Zheng remained silent, and when he passed by the middle-aged man carefully, he saw that there was a deep glow in Fang Zheng's eyes that did not match his age and temperament.

Corpse gas!

In the middle-aged man, he saw the sky-high, black and oppressive thick corpse gas, as well as the death gas!

Hey?

Wrong!

Fang Zheng observed carefully, but he saw a glimmer of vitality from the other party, in the midst of the overwhelming death qi, there was a hidden and deep living yang qi.

What is the appearance of the living and the dead?

The Dead Seize the Sun?

Fang Zheng was vigilant and began to search for a lot of knowledge about this in his mind.

At this time, Fang Zheng found that the three incense sticks in the middle-aged man's hand changed from two short and one long back to flush, which was really peculiar, and Fang Zheng was amazed.

"Mr. Fu, you are pretending to be a ghost in the middle of the night again to scare ordinary people. ”

A voice sounded, huh? Fang Zheng was stunned, this voice... It seems to be a little familiar, and subconsciously follow the prestige.

At this time, Fang Zheng noticed that at the intersection of his blind spot, there was a store that was the only one open at night, and the store was brightly lit.

Taking a few steps forward, Fang Zheng finally saw the owner with some familiar voices... Butcher Zhang, who is serving a plate of pig ears as a drink!

Fang Zheng was stunned.

Not only Fang Zheng was stunned, but even Butcher Zhang, who was about to take a sip of wine, was obviously stunned.

But the first to react was Butcher Zhang.

Seeing that he quickly recovered to that flat expression, after drinking the wine in the cup, he said calmly: "I can use the ghost head knife easily." ”

Fang Zheng was not allowed to refute at all, because Butcher Zhang's gaze had already looked directly in the direction of Fang Zheng's waist.

Hidden by the coat behind the square, there was a scabbard pinned to it.

Fang Zheng's face changed.

Damn! His scalp was a little numb, and he couldn't help but complain in his heart, was Butcher Zhang unintentional? Or did he already see something?

Fang Zheng stood in place, his mind spinning rapidly, thinking about how to respond next to appear most natural, at this moment, the angry middle-aged man who had been squatting at the intersection to burn paper money, that is, Mr. Fu, had already gotten up and walked back to the store.

"Since it's a friend of Butcher Zhang, come in and sit. ”

After Mr. Fu passed by Fang Zheng, he walked directly into the store by himself.

At this time, Fang Zheng noticed that from the first glance just now, this Mr. Fu, who had the temperament of a teaching gentleman and was in the mouth of Butcher Zhang, had been pulling a dead face from beginning to end, with an expressionless face.

Thinking of this, Fang Zheng suddenly felt a little inexplicably painful.

Butcher Zhang's indifference.

Mr. Fuku's dead face was expressionless.

Sure enough, like gathers like.

Fang Zheng didn't know what he was thinking, and suddenly smiled generously, and saw him walk into the store generously and sit down directly beside Butcher Zhang.

"That ghost head knife is easy to use, but the only regret is that it is too short, and sometimes it is not powerful to cut. Fang Zheng picked up another pair of clean chopsticks, took a bite of pork ear meat and put it in his mouth to chew, and then praised the delicious taste.

Be generous.

There is no hypocrisy, and there is no timidity.

Butcher Zhang glanced at Fang Zheng and actually took the initiative to pour a glass of wine for Fang Zheng.

Some people say that the wine table culture is the most incomprehensible, it can easily turn brothers against each other, and it can also make two strangers become New Year's friends.

It's up to you to see if your wine can get into the other person's eye.

Fangzheng is not pretentious, and he drinks it all in one go.

At this time, Fangzheng also took the opportunity to look at the situation in the store, which is a dark shop opened in the old street, specializing in selling some funeral items, such as paper money, yellow paper, shrouds, incense candle ingots and so on.

The only thing I didn't see was the paper tie man.

But Fang Zheng's gaze was more on Mr. Fu, what was going on with those dead and corpse gases?

It has always puzzled him.

Mr. Fu, a friend of Zhang Butcher, is he a dead man or a living man?

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

"Aren't you curious?" Butcher Zhang looked at Fang Zheng calmly, not knowing if he meant anything else.

"Follow me. ”

Butcher Zhang got up and walked to the back hall.

Fang Zheng hesitated, but still followed.

As soon as he entered the back hall, Fang Zheng found that the temperature in the back hall was significantly lower than that in the front hall, and then he saw three coffins lined up in the back hall.

Fang Zheng was surprised.

Nowadays, cremation is popular, the state has long banned burials, coffins are no longer seen in the city, and coffin shops have changed their careers. The only chance people get to see the coffin is the ice coffin rented from the funeral home. Of course, in some rural areas where legal awareness is still weak, some burials can still be seen. Unexpectedly, in this underworld shop in the city, there are actually three coffins.

Fang Zheng was bold, and looked into the coffin, but it was not an empty coffin, but a female corpse lying on each side.

I saw that Mr. Fu was busy before, and he was burying the three female corpses, and he had already put on corpse makeup at this time, but Fang Zheng's brows still couldn't help frowning, and his death was a little miserable.

"There is a place at night, there will be a lively scene, are you interested in going and seeing it together?"

Butcher Zhang is what the other party is talking about.

"Mr. Fu, me, and you, three of you together. ”