"Damn, boss, this... This can't be the legend, money laundering, right? Luo Fatzi looked at the guy over there who was working the washboard in surprise.

"Wash scrub scrub, 1,2,3,No, uh-huh, cold, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, hmm, hmm, ......hmm,

Everyone: "......"

"Well, it's my wife who told me to close the stall," the barbecue stall owner hung up his phone embarrassedly, and then glanced at Luo Fatzi speechlessly, "I'm all hard-earned money, so what is money laundering." ”

"Boss, what are you?" Wang Sen and the others were puzzled.

"Alas, don't you know, recently, several stalls on Flower Street have had accidents." The barbecue stall owner frowned.

"Huh? Have an accident? What's going on? Luo Fatzi was very curious.

"Because they've been counting money a lot lately, and their hands are bleeding......," said the barbecue stall owner seriously.

"Hahaha, boss, what are you talking about? What happened to them was because they slept until they woke up naturally, and they counted the money until their hands cramped? I'm so willing to do that. Luo Fatzi laughed, laughed for a while, and found that everyone was staring at him.

"Eh, wait a minute, ......" Fat Luo reacted, his eyes widened, "Boss, what you just said... Count the money in your hand... Haemorrhage??? ”

"yes, that's why I don't want to take cash." The boss nodded, and said in a serious and low voice, "Have you heard of blood-stained money?" When I was a child, I heard that some people would become ghosts attached to money after unjust or unjust deaths, and whoever got the blood-stained money would be killed by this ghost. ”

"I suspect that what happened in Flower Street during this time was related to blood-stained money."

……

Flower Street is a night market street, every night, there will be small vendors from all over the world come out to set up stalls, and sell barbecue, some stalls sell clothes, shoes and socks, and some sell fruits.

Abei is an old man from other places, because he is old, he can't do any heavy work, through a local relative, he got some local fruits and came out to set up a stall in the flower street at night.

Because there are a lot of tourists and residents coming and going, and the stalls here are all selling small things, so it is inevitable to use some change and cash.

Uncle Abei set up a stall here to sell fruits and also made some money. One night, after closing the stall, he counted the money behind his stall.

That night's business was good, Uncle Abei was very happy, took out a stack of cash, counted it excitedly, occasionally put his finger in his mouth, dipped some saliva and continued to count, counting back and forth more than ten times.

Suddenly, Uncle Abei felt a little cold around him. When I looked up, I found that I had unconsciously forgotten the time when I was counting the money, and the small vendors around me had already closed their stalls and gone home.

"Hey, I made nearly five hundred dollars tonight." Uncle Abei didn't care either, took out the stack of money again, counted it carefully, and thought that he would save the money he earned after a while, and then send it back to his hometown.

"Huh? Why is there a large red stain on this money? Uncle Abei looked at a large banknote, and a dark red stain on it had almost covered most of the face of the bill. I couldn't help but feel a little anxious, "Which one of the immoral ones gave me the money to plant, can I still spend it?" ”

While thinking about it, Uncle Abei quickly spat on it, and then kept rubbing the money with his fingers, trying to wipe off the dark red stains on it.

But the more I rubbed it, the larger the red stain became, and even faintly emitted a hint of blood.

"Damn, it can't be blood, right?" Uncle Abei's heart trembled.

With this thought, Uncle Abei felt that it was colder around him, obviously it was summer, why did he feel cold? And it's that eerie cold.

Suddenly, he felt a cool breath coming from the back of his neck, as if someone was blowing at him. Turning his head suddenly, Uncle Abei saw a black figure, standing behind him and staring at him.

"Mom, who are you?" Uncle Abei was startled.

It's so late, it can't be a robber, right? Uncle Abei looked at the person in front of him vigilantly, and for some reason, the street lamp, which was already a little dim, suddenly flickered and dimmed, as if something was disturbing him.

"Do you see my money?" The figure uttered a low, dark voice.

"Money? What money? "Uncle Abei is more vigilant. He was almost sure of his thoughts, "This person in front of him is here to rob him of the money he earned tonight." ”

Holding the handful of scraps of cash tightly in his hand, Uncle Abei strengthened his courage and shouted, "I didn't see your money!" The money is lost, look elsewhere! It's all I've earned myself tonight, and you... Don't try to play any tricks! ”

"You took my money," the dark figure took a step forward, the street lamp just in time to reach his mouth, only to see a strange smile on that mouth, "That's the one, the bloody money!" ”

"You! How do you know! Uncle Abei was shocked, he was wiping the dark red stain on the money just now.

"Could it be that I was seen by this person when I was counting the money just now?" Uncle Abei suddenly thought of it, and there was a wave of anger in his heart, it seems that this person has been watching behind his back for a long time!

"What do you want to do?" Uncle Abei shouted angrily, "Don't try to cheat me out of my money! Otherwise, I'll fight the demon spirit! ”

"Hey, hey," the figure took another step forward. This time, Uncle Abei finally saw his face clearly. Only the mouth was intact on this face, and most of the upper half of the face was rotten and bleeding.

"Damn, ghost! There's a ghost! You're a ghost!! Uncle Abei screamed loudly, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

"Oh no, that money..."Uncle Abei reacted, that money can't be collected! That's blood-stained ghost money!

"Look down and see if that bloody money is yours or mine." The bleeding male ghost said quietly.

Uncle Abei lowered his head and found that he didn't know when, the dark red blood stains on the money had completely spread, followed his fingers, and slowly climbed up his arm!

"Ahhh

……

"Damn, what happened later?" Luo Fatzi looked curious, and picked up the last string of lamb kidneys and ate them, without any fear.

The barbecue stall owner glanced at the fat man Luo with some surprise, why wasn't this fat man scared at all? Can your own sheep's loin strengthen your courage?

"Later, the next day, someone found Uncle Bei's body, his eyes widened, as if he was scared to death by something." The owner of the barbecue stall continued, "There were two more such incidents in a row, one was selling daily necessities and small items, and the other was mobile phone film. The owners of the two stalls died in a similar way to Uncle Bei, so someone later went to adjust the monitoring on the side of the road, and only then did they find out what happened to Uncle Bei that night. ”

"No, that's not what I'm asking," Luo Fatzi shook his head, and then looked like he had fallen into the eyes of the money,

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