My father drank two taels of liquor to strengthen his courage, and when he went to the grave where my grandfather was dug up, he looked:

I really saw my grandfather lying in a coffin in mourning clothes.

He looked serene, as if he were still alive.

My father now completely believes that what my grandfather gave him in a dream at night is true.

He put the book my grandfather asked for in the coffin, then closed the lid of the coffin, and immediately poured gasoline on it, and burned it with a fire.

Strange to say, my father didn't prepare much gasoline, and he used a large oil drum to eat oil, and filled most of the barrels.

And the coffin was dug out of the soil, and the moisture was heavy.

But what I didn't expect was that with a little foreign fire, the coffin would burn in one fell swoop.

And the more it burns, the more it burns, the bigger it burns, and the sky-high fire will soon light up half of the sky.

My dad was on the sidelines, watching in horror.

After waiting for a long time, the fire completely dissipated.

When the temperature had cooled down a bit, my father jumped into the grave and pulled the remnants of my grandfather's ashes into a large bag along with the soil.

Immediately, he took a car overnight to the nearest beach and sprinkled the body in the sea.

After doing all this, my dad was exhausted and his upper and lower eyelids were fighting.

On the way back, he fell asleep in a daze.

In his sleep, he dreamed of my grandfather again.

This time, it wasn't him who climbed the mountain on my grandfather's back.

Instead, they sat face to face in front of a coffee table.

My grandfather took a sip of tea and touched it kindly. My father's head said to him:

"Baby, baby, you have done me a great favor.

When Ye was alive, he didn't hurt you in vain.

Ye is really leaving now.

I'm going to make it clear to you.

When I was young, I was poor and white, and even my pants were rotten.

The hungry can't even afford to eat the chaff.

Later, with a relative in the village, he was smuggled to the foreign country by boat.

In a small restaurant, brush dishes.

I'm so busy every day that I can't make a few dollars.

If you want to say that in the days of the foreign country, at least there is food and clothing, and no one dies of hunger.

But human desires are never satisfied.

Seeing that the foreigners eat well and dress well, and drive iron cars one by one, I am envious in my heart.

But I am not familiar with the place, and I don't have any skills to make money.

can only watch others eat meat and drink soup, and gnaw on their own nests.

But one day......

When the master was washing the dishes, a tall foreigner dressed as a priest came to the back kitchen.

It seems that he wants to explain something to the chef.

When I entered the door, I saw me squatting on the ground and brushing dishes.

When the priest saw me, as if he had seen a treasure, he came to me and asked me if I wanted to make a fortune.

Of course I want to, I want to make a fortune in my dreams.

Eat fragrant and drink spicy.

Drive a tin car to visit the Grand Theater.

So I kept saying yes, yes.

Father Yang nodded and gave me a black cross.

Let the master wear it around his neck, saying that as long as he keeps carrying this thing, he can make a fortune.

I will be amazed at how rich I will be in the future.

There are also magic sticks among emotional foreigners?

If this kind of painting bread satisfies hunger, only a fool will believe it.

But the foreign godfather didn't let me become religious, didn't let me pay the membership fee, and gave me a necklace for free.

There is no loss with it.

With the idea of a little luck, the master has always carried this cross.

When I first started, I didn't feel much with this thing.

But after taking it for a long time, I always feel that when I go to bed at night, someone is sneaking in my sleep and staring at him.

This feeling is inexplicable and strange.

Ye was going to throw this thing away.

Unexpectedly, early the next morning, the master set off from the slum, and on the way to work, he suddenly met a dead man.

A richly dressed noblewoman, lying in a pool of blood, was shot in the temple.

Blood mixed with the brain, gurgling.

He who dies cannot die again.

It's not the first time I've seen a dead person, but it's the first time I've seen such a miserable death.

So the master was stunned, and he wanted to run over to the woman quickly.

If I run slower and the murderer of the noble lady turns back and shoots me in the brain, then I really have no place to cry.

But what I didn't expect was that when I passed by the noble lady.

Suddenly, I felt the cross around my neck burn like a fire, and I shivered.

I stopped, looked down at the cross, and inadvertently saw the neck of the woman's corpse, exuding a golden light.

Luster of gold......

I glared and saw that the woman had a mulberry around her neck and was wearing a very thick gold necklace.

I suddenly thought of the missionary's words, could it be that this is how I made a fortune?

Qian Zhuang is bold.

After seeing the gold necklace, the woman's corpse didn't seem so terrifying.

I gasped and took the necklace off the woman's neck.

Then, he trotted away from the scene of the crime.

In the slums, the people living in the slums are poor, and the top brass of foreign countries are reluctant to waste public resources in such places.

I can be sure that there are no cameras or surveillance nearby.

When I took off the necklace, I was also very careful to wrap my hands in my clothes so that I would not have a single fingerprint and leave it at the scene of the crime.

Sure enough, no one came to me for trouble.

The necklace, unaware of the ghosts, has become the thing in the master's bag.

After the lord took the gold necklace, he changed money in Chinatown and rented a shop by himself to do a small business.

What I didn't expect was that from that day on, I would always be guided by the cross and go in and out of some murder scenes.

On the street, in a jewelry store, in a pawnshop, or even in someone else's home.

Every time, I was able to touch all kinds of valuable jewelry and belongings from the victims.

In this way, the master's money is getting more and more, and it is becoming more and more outrageous.

It didn't take long to buy most of Chinatown.

People know that the lord is rich and knows that the lord will make money, but no one knows that the lord's money comes from this way.

After having money, the lord has a lot of time to spend a living, such as wine and shops, and leave it to the guys to be responsible.

But that day, I happened to visit a Chinese restaurant and pay the guys by the way.

A Chinese monk is sucking and eating noodles in a restaurant.

In this place, monks are not common.

I looked at the monk curiously.

The monk and I looked at each other.

But when he saw me, the monk was startled, and the noodles were squirting from his mouth, and he said to me vaguely:

"Brother Donor, are you still human?"

Someone came to this sentence inexplicably, and no one was happy.

The master turned his head and pretended not to hear the monk's words.

But what I didn't expect was that this monk was so uninteresting.

He didn't eat any more noodles, but came to me in a hurry and said to me:

"Brother Donor, you are not far from death.

Do you want the monk to introduce you to a place where you can lie down in a treasure of feng shui, so that after you die, you can go to hell alone to be tortured, so as not to harm your descendants? ”

When the monk said this, I was furious.

Grabbed him by the neck, trying to drag him out of the house.

The monk sighed: "Amitabha."

Donor, you are obsessed again.

You will be put to death by the cross around your neck.

When the time comes, don't talk about monks, even if my Buddha comes to the world, I won't be able to save you. ”

Listening to the monk's words, the master was stunned.

The family property that I have today depends on this strange cross.

But the monk said there was something wrong with the cross......

The master was naturally unintimidated on the surface, and asked him with a stalk around his neck:

"Stinky monk, you make it clear, why am I going to be killed by the cross?

If you don't explain it to me today, you won't want to leave. ”

The monk played with the rosary around his neck, sighed and said:

"Brother Donor, I noticed it from the time you came in.

You're a white rice eater.

You don't have any skills, you have nothing to eat, you wear, you have flowers, you don't have anything, all of them are stolen from the hands of the dead......

Dead people's wealth is not so easy to make.

The reason why you are safe and sound and have survived until now......

It's all because the cross around your neck is keeping you.

But don't think that this cross is a good thing.

It protects you because you are the lamb it feeds, and your life is in its hands.

The cross is an item of the evil god.

With this thing, it means that you are a slave to the evil gods.

The reason why it protects you is because you are not fat enough now, and you have not done enough bad things.

The sin in your soul has not yet reached its peak.

When you are fatter, the cross will send you to the altar of the evil gods......

Let the evil gods of horror feed on the sins in your soul.

If you don't believe it......

Let me ask you, when you sleep at night, do you feel a pair of incomparably terrifying eyes born out of the void and staring at you without blinking?

These eyes come from the terrifying evil god ......"