After getting into the car, the driver asked for the location and started the car. Suddenly, I felt a chill on my trouser leg, and when I looked sideways, I saw a wet patch on my trouser leg, and what was even more surprising was that there were raindrops from nowhere, slowly dripping on the damp part of my trouser leg.

I immediately became alert and asked the driver, "Master, it's raining heavily today, you must be good at running a taxi business, right?" ”

The driver sighed and said: "In such weather, there are a lot of people who want to take a taxi, and we run taxis, so we don't have to worry about no business at all." On that trip just now, I met a local tyrant, and I shot a few hundred-yuan bills, and before I could react, the person was gone. Hehe, these days, there are more and more people who have money to pretend to be forced, if I meet a few more, then I will be rich. ”

I said lightly: "Master, were you carrying a young man with a flat top and a gold necklace around his neck just now?" ”

The driver snorted and asked me strangely, "How do you know?" After he got out of the car, I ran half a street to pick you up, so there's no reason why you saw him! ”

The driver didn't know that I saw water dripping down the back seat of the car, wetting my trouser legs, and I guessed that there might be something unclean in the car.

I looked closely, and the yin and yang eyes worked, and I found that there was indeed a young man who looked like a local tyrant sitting next to me. He seemed to be very indifferent to my existence and ignored me at all.

I remembered what my grandfather said, this wild ghost may have just died, and he didn't have any enemies in his life, and he didn't have any resentment when he died, so he wouldn't become an evil ghost. It's just that his living conditions may have been too good during his lifetime, and he is still in love with the red dust in this world after his death, and he refuses to report to Yin Si.

I took out a piece of yellow paper, recited a few words of mantra, and pasted it on the head of the silent male ghost, who seemed to wake up suddenly, and disappeared.

My brother asked me while driving, "Hey, little brother, what's going on in your mouth?" I smiled and told him that I was just memorizing a few articles.

The brother suddenly stopped the car and said enthusiastically: "You also like to read?" No wonder you asked me to send it to the Silk Road Literature Society. Hehe, actually, I also like literature, but I've been busy lately and haven't been there. ”

I really didn't expect that a brother who runs a taxi is also a literature lover. Seeing that the Silk Road Literature Society was in front of me, I decided to remind him before getting off the bus, so as not to cause him bad luck in the future.

Didn't he say he earned a vote today? Who would be a normal person to generously give a few hundred yuan in fare? How could a normal person suddenly disappear after paying for the car? Needless to say, it was naturally carried by the driver, and it was the male ghost who was sitting next to me just now.

Since he was able to see the male ghost, it meant that his yang energy was already very low. What the male ghost paid him must be the dead money, if the driver keeps it, then his yang energy may disappear quickly, which is too dangerous for a person who runs a taxi on the road, and it is very likely to die in a car accident.

I took out ten yuan, handed it to the brother there, and pretended to joke: "Master, I don't believe that anyone is so generous and will give you a few hundred yuan for the fare!" Even if it is a local tyrant, it should be in front of the public, just you and him in this car, is it necessary for him to do this? Hehe, maybe it's a counterfeit money for you! ”

When the elder brother heard this, he was obviously anxious, and he roared: "Brother, do you think I'm bragging to you?" If you don't believe it, don't do it yet, I'll show you. When I went out today, I brought a hundred change bills, and the extra money was given to me by the local tyrant. ”

As he spoke, he tore open his fanny pack, took out a few bills from it, and placed them in front of me. Maybe he was afraid that I would snatch it, so he just shook the money in front of me and immediately stuffed it into his pocket.

I was deliberately surprised and said, "Huh! No, you really fell for it, take a closer look, what did you just come up with? ”

My brother looked at me suspiciously, hesitated, took out the bills again, turned on the lights in the car, and looked carefully. He frowned and complained that I was teasing him because the bills were all real.

I don't want to play with him anymore because I have more important things waiting for me. I told him that I was a Taoist priest and had just found a ghost in the car and had helped him get rid of it. The money in his hand still looks like real money, and it won't be long before it will show its true colors.

The brother was obviously angry, scolded me for being neurotic, and urged me to get out of the car quickly. As soon as I closed the car door, I was about to say a few more words to him, but the car started to fly away, splashing me with muddy water.

It's really good to be kind, and when I encounter such a thing, I can only consider myself unlucky. I didn't bother to care about him, so I rushed directly to the downstairs of the Silk Road Literature Society, took shelter from the rain in the corridor, looked around, and finally found a staircase.

I walked up the stairs to the second floor and saw a studio with warm lights. On the door of the studio, there are five big characters written 'Silk Road Literature Society'.

I was looking at the room when a beautiful woman with a sweet smile greeted me and asked politely, "This gentleman, are you a member of our literary club?" ”

I immediately understood that this Silk Road Literary Society was indeed as I had expected at first, with a large number of members, and it was a loose non-governmental organization, and this place was a place for people who loved literature to meet, many of whom they might not have seen before.

I pulled out the small card I found in Shi Mengya's room, and the little beauty took it, looked at it, and led me into the studio with a smile.

As soon as I entered, my gaze fell directly behind a coffee table by the wall. The beautiful woman I met on the bus was really sitting there, drinking coffee and reading a book seriously. Beside her, a dazzling long-handled black umbrella was leaning against the coffee table, and under the tip of the umbrella, there was a pool of stagnant water.

In the Silk Road Literary Society, there are only three of us. While I was looking at the beautiful woman, the little beautiful woman who greeted me said softly, "Sir, please find a seat and have a cup of coffee first, the president hasn't come yet!" ”

Hearing the voice, the beautiful woman raised her head and glanced at me. I saw a look of surprise on her face, and immediately guessed that she must have recognized me.

The beauty's head bowed again, presumably despising me to the extreme. I asked the little beauty who received me curtly, "Why is there no one in the literary club today?" ”

The little beauty smiled and said: "Yesterday it was very lively here, and more than a dozen literati chatted happily, and they didn't disperse until twelve o'clock at night. It's raining heavily today, and it is estimated that no one will come, but President Wang will be there in a while. ”

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