After Feng Chengmin finished talking to the blind boss, he didn't mean to leave here, and seemed to be planning to stay here.

"When I entered your house, I felt much better, and the blood mark on the back of my neck didn't hurt much." Feng Chengmin said from the bottom of his heart: "I don't dare to go back, with you by my side, I feel safer." ”

When the blind boss heard this, he didn't say anything, and instead chatted with Feng Chengmin about other things, which were nothing more than some trivial things in life.

After I said goodbye, I took Shen Han back to the room where I lived and began to pack the equipment I needed.

"This is probably your first time dealing with something like head-lowering, right?" Shen Han sat on the chair, propped his hands on both sides, gently shook his smooth calves, and asked me with a curious face: "Are you sure?" ”

"Hey, why are you talking like a sunspot?" I smiled, "Am I such a shit?" ”

Shen Han didn't speak, although there was no smile on his face, but the gaze in his eyes was a little playful, as if he was smiling evilly.

"I don't know what's going on with those things in Thailand, and I haven't touched them." I picked up a pile of cut yellow paper, put it in my worn-out backpack, and said: "But if I'm not mistaken, the head-lowering technique is basically the same as our domestic lowering technique, by the way, I have to correct you, Feng Chengmin's family has nothing to do with the head-lowering technique, and that god statue is an evil thing that raises ghosts." ”

"Raising ghosts?" Shen Han frowned: "My brother has a few friends in business who also seem to be raising ghosts, and they are all businessmen. ”

"It's normal, raising ghosts to attract wealth." I took the wood in my hand, wiped it carefully with a towel, and said with a smile: "Where would people nowadays not like money, if I didn't enter this industry, someone told me that raising ghosts can attract wealth, and I will definitely raise it too." ”

"Since there are ghosts in there," Shen Han's expression was very solemn: "Will that ghost still be in Feng Chengmin's house?" ”

"Probably gone." I put the wood into my backpack, took out a handful of incense, wrapped it in a plastic bag, stuffed it into the bulging bag, and replied thoughtfully: "That ghost can both attract wealth and harm people, and it can be said that his own strength is definitely not small, but after the statue was smashed, Feng Chengmin's family only killed his wife, and this grandson is fine at all, I estimate that the raised ghost has been scattered." ”

"Are you sure?" Shen Hanhu looked at me suspiciously.

"That's what the book says, whether you believe it or not, I believe it anyway." I grinned and said, "Even if it doesn't have a soul, as long as it dares to stab Lao Tzu, I will still kill it, and I have to let this girl die again!" ”

As soon as the words fell, I gave myself a mouthful, and the force was very light, similar to swatting mosquitoes.

"Hey, fuck, Master Zu, I was farting just now, and I was only addicted to my mouth, don't worry about it" I folded my hands together, made a pious gesture, and muttered: "Wash grievances and don't kill, I understand this rule, Master Zu, you have to continue to bless me"

"Look at you like that, how do you look like a god." Shen Han gave me a blank look.

"Isn't this afraid that Master Zu will hold a grudge, when I was in elementary school, I told my classmates that the class rules were too stupid, and as a result, I let the class teacher educate me," I said with a sigh.

After a while, I packed up all the things I needed for my errand, and prepared a small wine jar to hold his wife's soul, so that she could overtake her.

When I went downstairs with my bag, I asked Shen Han with great interest.

"By the way, Ah Han, doesn't Brother Yi have a nickname called Blind Boss, do you think I should also have a nickname?"

She also seemed to be quite interested in the topic, nodded her head, and asked me, "Do you have any nicknames in mind?" ”

"Metaphysics Bian Que, Northeast Hua Tuo, plug Mr. A flower, look like Pan An A Brother Yuan, which one do you think is better?"

I laughed, and my mind was already imagining, these nicknames can be described as very connotative, as long as one day I played my own sign, that scene

"I think you still call Yuan Slut, how apt." Shen Han sneered, then looked at me with disdain, looking up and down: "He still looks like Pan An, whose Pan An is so ugly?" ”

"Hey, yours." I laughed and said, "I was born as your family's Pan An, and my death is also your family."

Before I could finish speaking, Shen Han grabbed my right arm very skillfully, and with an understatement of the shoulder, it hurt so much that my tears were about to fall out.

This is the fourth time I've been beaten since I was discharged from the hospital.

Familiar formula.

Familiar taste.

Familiar over-the-shoulder falls.

"The surname is Shen!! You even hit the sick number!! Isn't it a shame!! I wanted to cry and scolded without tears.

"Your bones are harder than my fists, and you can't die." Shen Han said coldly: "Besides, when I fall you, I can control the strength, at most let your butt fall into four petals, and your ribs will definitely be fine." ”

No one can stop a woman who knows martial arts, uncle, I'm just teasing her, why is this girl so ruthless?!

I struggled to stand up, stretched the elastic band of my pants with my hands, pulled the back of my pants open a slit, and looked at my ass in red panties with great sadness.

"My ass should be fine."

At that time, I also had a brain twitch, and I didn't notice how embarrassing my position was, so I lifted my pants and looked at it without even thinking about it.

If God could give me another chance, I swear, I would never do such a shameful thing in the street.

Just when I lifted my pants and looked at them, several old ladies with vegetable baskets happened to come from the mouth of the alley, and when they saw me opening my pants and muttering, they immediately looked disdainful.

"Hooligans!"

They spoke Guiyang, but I could understand it, and suddenly I became even more sad.

Under the disdainful gaze of several of their old aunts, pretending not to hear Shen Han's mockery, I sighed and went back to the wreath shop.

As soon as I walked into the hall, I saw an acquaintance.

He was wearing short sleeves and big pants, dressed like the evil god of fire clouds, and was sitting on the sofa with a fan to fan the wind, his head covered in hot sweat.

"Hey! Fat uncle! When did you come back? I smiled and asked, "Are all the work done in Hong Kong?" ”

"It's over, if it's not over, how can I come back hungry." The fat uncle still had that honest smile, took out two red envelopes from his pocket, handed one to me, and then handed the other one to Shen Han.

After receiving the red envelope, I was a little curious.

"It's not the Chinese New Year yet, is it?" I asked.

"I've made a lot of money this time, give everyone some benefits, you two have just come here, and I should give you a big red envelope." The fat uncle smiled and said, "Open it and take a look, this is the uncle's thoughts." ”

"Thank you, Uncle Fat!" I laughed.

Shen Han is a rich lady, and it stands to reason that she must not care about this money, but when she received the red envelope, there was a heartfelt emotion on her face.

"Is the silly girl smiling!" The fat uncle scolded Shen Han with a smile.

Shen Han looked at the red envelope in his hand and showed an extremely bright smile.

"Thank you, Uncle Fat."

When I opened it, I saw that the red envelopes were not in RMB, but seemed to be in Hong Kong dollars, with denominations of 500.

"It's the first time I've seen the Hong Kong dollar in person." I curiously took out the money and swiped it with my hand, it was quite heavy.

"50,000 Hong Kong dollars per person, which is considered to be pocket money for you." Uncle Fat laughed.

To be honest, I haven't known Uncle Fat for a long time, and the time we have been together is even shorter.

On the day I first came to Guiyang, I had a meal with Uncle Fat, and then he left Guiyang and went to Hong Kong to do some errands.

In the process, we didn't get in touch, let alone get along like we got along with a blind boss.

But this meeting will throw 50,000 Hong Kong dollars out, this

"Fat uncle, this is a bit too much." I said embarrassedly, blushing a little.

"Afraid of Sa? Since we're here, we're a family. The fat uncle waved his hand: "Although he is hungry and a money fan, he doesn't pick on his family, you can take it with peace of mind." ”

At this moment, the blind boss walked in from outside with Feng Chengmin.

Seeing that they seemed to be going out to buy groceries, the two of them talked and laughed, and seemed to be quite chatty.

"Fat uncle, you're back!" The blind boss laughed as soon as he entered the door, although the fat uncle hadn't greeted him yet, he seemed to have sensed the presence of the fat uncle: "How are you having in Hong Kong?" ”

"It's okay." The fat uncle smiled: "What about Xiao An? ”

"Should be back soon." The blind boss said, and then turned his face and asked me: "Xiao Yuan, according to what Brother Feng said, his wife should have become a sin, do you know how to deal with it?" ”

Hearing this, I nodded and said, I know.

"Those who have fallen to the dead, the soul is scattered, and those who are not Taoists cannot be solved."

This sentence is the record of iniquity in the "Chronicles of Resentment Cleansing", simply put, it means that if the soul of a person who dies from the descent, if it does not dissipate, it will become a descending sin nine times out of ten, and only those who know how to do it can clean it up.

"Brother Feng will give you the key in a while, you take Xiaohan on a trip, be careful yourself." The blind boss said, and then slowly took out a stack of things that looked like business cards from his pocket.

The blind boss came over, handed me the things in his hand, and said, "Fight for your grandfather, don't smash your own signboard in the future, this is the business card I found someone to get for you, keep it." ”

I was stunned for a moment, took the stack of business cards, pulled out one of them, and looked at it.

The business card was pitch black, similar in texture to a bank card, with only my name and my contact number printed on it.

There is no other information on the back, but four large characters are printed with hot silver technology.

Mr. Wash.

"Brother Yi"

"What's wrong?"

I looked at these four big characters, and my voice suddenly became a little hoarse, remembering that the old man Zuo said that the door of washing grievances had fallen into decline among the people, and I only felt that my nose was inexplicably sour.

Is the rabbit dead and the fox sad?

I don't know.

"Thank you."