Seeing Lu Shiba's slightly stunned expression, Ghost Cai smiled, Wang Simiao took a closer look, the dark face looked a little obscene, but it was more serious and fierce, and a wide and hideous scar slashed from his forehead to his chin. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

In the concept of Northeast people, the appearance of this kind of person is called a horizontal plane. It means that this person looks extremely fierce, and the ghosts and gods are not close, and even people will back down by three points.

And what Phoenix Mountain gathers is a 'group' of people with 'horizontal faces', who walk in the yin and yang worlds, do the business of the dead, and earn the merits of the underworld.

Ghost wealth, as the name suggests, is the person who makes a fortune from ghosts, he is the head of this group of Mr. Yin and Yang, that is, the titular eldest brother.

He put on a dark gray coat and slippers to the floor, and casually lifted the solid wood cabinet next to the bed.

In fact, when Wang Simiao entered the door, he noticed this carved cabinet of solid wood, because in this somewhat dilapidated house, there is such a cabinet that looks very valuable, which is a little out of place.

Taking advantage of the ghost, he walked to the ghost in two steps, and after opening the box, he saw through the gap that there was a tied paper figure in the cabinet, and the paper figure folded his legs in half, showing a kneeling appearance.

Wang Simiao gasped, and actually felt that his heart was beating twice, and after smiling a little self-deprecatingly, he hurriedly retreated behind Wei Kun.

Ghost Choi pulled out a large bunch of keys from the cabinet, connected by a copper ring in the middle, and made a 'whoosh' sound every time he moved.

Reaching out and removing one of the keys, he handed it to Wei Kun, turned his head and put the keychain into the box again.

"The key to room 23, you'd better come later and come to me when the time comes."

"Okay." Wei Kun took the key and left Phoenix Mountain with the souls of Lu Shiba, Fang Cun and Wang Simiao.

Before going down the mountain, there was a pair of mourning processions, many men with white filial piety cloth stood on top of the half-cut truck, and at the same time, there was a suona team with white cloth hanging on it, which was very lively for a while.

Lu 18 slowly parked the car next to him, let the funeral procession pass, Wang Simiao sat by the window, and he saw an old man lying in the hearse, covered with a yellow cloth.

What surprised him the most was that Wang Simiao clearly saw that there was still a woman lying on the old man's body, and the woman's dark hair seemed to be sticking to blood, and her whole body was writhing back and forth on the old man's body like a snake.

Maybe she felt Wang Simiao's sight, and suddenly, the female ghost raised her head instantly, and Wang Simiao was so frightened that she was full of excitement.

He could clearly see that the woman's pale face, her red lips were cracked, directly under the root of her ears, her eyes bulged out like two buttons, and her mouth was still emitting 'ha'...... Ha......'s exhalation.

Lu Shibai suddenly kicked the accelerator and drove directly to the bottom of the mountain, and Wei Kun and Fang Cun were already waiting at the bottom of the mountain.

"What did you see just now?" Lu 18 asked.

"On that corpse, there is a female ghost ......"

Lu Shibai stopped the car steadily, looked back at Wang Simiao, and there was no trace of a smile on his face

"If someone asks you in a moment, you don't see it, do you hear it?"

Seeing Wang Simiao's wooden nod, Lu Shibai pushed the car door and walked like Wei Kun and Fang Cun, and sure enough, as soon as he walked in, Fang Cun ran to Lu Shibai's side, his eyes wandering around.

"Huh...... Did you see that car just now? ”

Lu Shibai turned his head to look at the direction of the funeral procession, and naturally shook his head:

"Isn't it just a funeral? There is not even a soul on the hearse, and I don't know what to do with this Mr. Yin and Yang, there will be big trouble in the future. ”

Fang Cun "Ah! With a sound, he took two steps closer to Lu Eighteen, and said mysteriously:

"You wouldn't have missed the ghost in the car, would you?"

Lu Shibai pretended to be puzzled, looked Fang Cun up and down with disdain, and reached out to stick it to Fang Cun's forehead.

"What the hell? You're not hallucinating, are you? ”

"There's a snakeskin girl in that car, you won't fail to see it." Wei Kun stood aside and said firmly.

But he didn't want to, Lu Shibai planned to grit his teeth and fight to death and not admit it, Fang Cun and Wei Kun saw this, and they couldn't force it anymore, so they could only 'snort' in their mouths and turn around and get into the car.

Sitting in the car, Wang Simiao was puzzled and asked Lu 18:

"Why didn't you tell them you saw it?"

"Why tell them?" Lu 18 asked rhetorically.

Wang Simiao couldn't say why, but he looked at Lu Eighteen's expression, and always felt that her deliberate concealment seemed to have some other meaning, but he couldn't think of Lu Eighteen why.

"Have you heard of Snakeskin?" Without waiting for Wang Simiao to speak, Lu Shibai asked first.

"No,......," Wang Simiao shook her head.

"The name Snakeskin Girl appeared a long time ago, when there was a small town in the northwest, and the people of the town made a living by selling snakeskins. Legend has it that they would skin the live snake, then dry it under the scorching sun for seven days, and then chop up the snake's flesh, some of which could be eaten, and some would be lightly coated on the snake skin every ten days, and then washed off after a day of cooling, and after forty-nine days, the snakeskin would be smooth and textured. Until...... They killed the hundredth snake, but no one thought that the snake was actually the king of snakes, and on the day of peeling, the snake let out a sharp roar, and people didn't take it seriously, they still peeled the skin and chopped the meat, but they didn't want to be overnight that night, the streets of the town were full of snakes, and they got into every house, and they only needed one bite to invade the poisonous juice into the person's body, and they would definitely die within an hour. ”

"So all the people in that town are dead?"

"Yes, after that, the thousands of snakes died violently overnight for some reason, but all the snake skins were nowhere to be found that night, so there was a legend that if a person accidentally ate the meat of the snake king, it would attract the snakeskin girl, and the snakeskin girl would eat up the person's blood little by little, and after death, there would not even be a soul left."

"Then the reason why I didn't have a soul just now was because I was eaten by the snakeskin girl?"

"Yes, that person must have accidentally eaten the Snake King, so he died so quickly. And you little wild ghost, don't look at the snakeskin girl, be careful of being eaten and wiped clean by her! ”

Lu Shibai deliberately turned his head to make fun of Wang Simiao, which made Wang Simiao laugh after being speechless for a while.

"Even if you survive this time, what can you do?" Lu Shibai asked suddenly.

Wang Simiao was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and thought for a long time and didn't know how to answer, he didn't seem to have thought about it, if he really succeeded in reviving his soul, what should he do, is he living in a mess like before?

It seems that after going through so much, he can't be as calm as before, and he can't accept the boring life that he once had to be slaughtered, thinking of Brother Leopard's bullying of him, and the cold eyes of others ridiculing him.

Wang Simiao secretly clenched her fists: "Live, I want to live, let the people who have bullied me pay for their blood debts!" ”

Obviously, Lu Shibai was very satisfied with this answer, and his index finger tapped on the steering wheel, and nodded happily.

"It's been the first time I've seen you in a long time that a young kid has the momentum that a young man should have, not bad. Keep it up! ”

Wang Simiao was a little caught off guard by Lu Shibai's sudden compliment, and rubbed the back of her head with red eyes.

"Where are we going?"

"Go and ask for a superior man." Lu Shibai turned his head and raised his eyebrows at Wang Simiao pretending to be mysterious.

The car drove all the way to the west of the city, which is a newly developed new land, with an excellent environment and a majority of villas.

Wei Kun's off-road drove in front, and after a brief introduction to the guardhouse at the door, the other party called to verify, and waited for more than ten minutes before agreeing to let go.

The community is very large, and it takes twenty minutes to drive to find the B-20 household, which wastes more than half an hour in total, and Lu Shibai is impatient with a layer of fine sweat on his forehead.

In the end, when the car stopped at the gate of the yard, everyone, including Wang Simiao, couldn't help but be shocked!

There is a pile of inverted paper money hanging at the door, and the inverted paper money is the age of money, in the funeral customs of the Northeast, if someone in the family dies, the paper money with the same age is drawn, and two more are added, respectively, on behalf of the heavens and the earth.

If the deceased is a man, it will be hung on the left, and if it is a woman, it will be hung on the right.

Lu Shibai stepped forward with an arrow, quickly flipped through the paper money, and finally turned his head with a heavy face and said:

"Hanging on the left, looking at the amount of paper money, the person who died was almost seventy-two years old, I don't think it's good."

"If it's Mr. Aoyama who dies, that's bad." Wei Kun nodded in agreement and stepped forward to ring the doorbell.

In less than two minutes, the black door slowly opened with a 'creak'.

The person who opened the door was an old man who looked to be in his sixties, his eyes were red and swollen, and he looked obviously stunned when he saw them coming.

Wei Kun, Lu Shibai and Fang Cun glanced at each other, and felt a little uneasy in their hearts, Wang Simiao followed behind the three of them and entered the courtyard together.

Sure enough, after walking less than five steps, I saw that the huge courtyard was crowded with people.

On the front mourning hall, there was a black and white photo, and Lu Eighteen stepped forward a few steps forward and shouted, "Not good." ”

The photograph shows an old man of about seventy, with black hair mixed with many gray and white hair, a pair of heavy glasses on the bridge of his nose, a serious appearance, and blank eyes.

"It's Mr. Aoyama." Wei Kun walked to Lu Shiba's side, frowned and said in a deep voice.

"He died? He died! Passed away without warning! ”

Wei Kun walked to Mrs. Qingshan's side first, stretched out his hand and handed over a handkerchief, and Mrs. Qingshan took it and wiped the tears on her face.

"He's gone, you're late......"

"Can we find out what the reason is, after all, it was a bit sudden."

Wang Simiao suddenly felt that Wei Kun put away his usual playful attitude, and was serious, and didn't add some mature flavor.

The movements in Lady Qingshan's hands were a little stiff, and then she put the handkerchief into the pocket of her clothes, stood up and nodded slightly at Wei Kun.

"It's just a sudden heart attack, so you can take care of yourself."

"Wait!" Lu Eighteen stepped forward, blocked Mrs. Qingshan's way, and said:

"I don't know if Mr. Aoyama, is there an apprentice or someone who inherits the mantle? We really have a very urgent matter and need Mr. Aoyama's help. ”

Mrs. Qingshan looked up at Lu Eighteen unhappily, and then waved her hand: "Come in with me......"

After exchanging glances, they all followed behind Mrs. Qingshan, pushed open the old-fashioned wooden door, and entered the palatial hall, where there were still stalks hanging on the spiraling stairs not far away.

Mrs. Qingshan sat on the European-style sofa in the living room, Lu Shibai looked up and could see that the roof was carved with a picture of the West Sky Rulai, but the heavy gold did not make the whole villa look a little brighter, but where it could be seen, it would make people feel a sense of oppressive suffocation.

Wei Kun paced back and forth in the living room a few times, and finally fell his eyes to the glass wine jar placed in the wine rack not far away, Fang Cun stood beside him, followed Wei Kun's line of sight, and obviously clearly saw the snake soaking in the glass wine jar.

After exchanging glances with Fang Cun, the two sat side by side on the sofa next to them, Wei Kun first stretched out his hand and pointed to the wine jar in the wine cabinet, and asked:

"Is that jar of wine from Mr. Aoyama's collection?"

Mrs. Qingshan looked at Wei Kun's fingertips and nodded, "He usually likes to drink two sips, but at this time last year, his apprentice sent these five snake wines over, saying that it was for health cultivation, and he would drink one cup every day." After a pause, Mrs. Qingshan's eyes were red and she glanced back at the wine jar, sighed, and continued: "As a result, the wine was not finished, but he left first. ”

"Apprentice? Where is his apprentice? Fang Cun asked.

"Just ......" Before she finished speaking, there was a sudden sound of opening the door and walking at the door, and Mrs. Aoyama stood up, looked up, tears crackled and fell, sobbing to greet the guests.

Wei Kun paid attention and found that it was a man about thirty years old who came in, wearing a somewhat shabby black jacket, the jeans on his lower body had been washed and white, his face was covered with sweat, and his hands were still stained with dirt and dust.

"This is Jiang San, Qingshan's closed disciple." Lady Qingshan pushed Jiang San in front of everyone with one hand.

A few people looked at it, and they only felt that Jiang San's skin was dark but round and rich, and the first feeling was that he was an extremely simple man, but when he wiped his palms on the ground, a sharp light flashed in his small eyes.

After the three of them exchanged glances, they felt a little uneasy.