Qingzi didn't speak, and after a while, he reached out and pointed at a stone room opposite. I got up and ran over to see that it was empty, not to mention the bed, not even a table. According to Qingzi's innocent temperament, it is impossible to sleep directly on the ground, right?

I simply went into the room and looked at it carefully, only to realize that there was a thread hanging in the middle of the room. It's just that this silk thread is very special, and I don't know what material it is made of, almost transparent, and as thin as a hair, if you don't pay attention to look carefully, it is really not easy to notice.

I immediately woke up and remembered that Qingzi had slept on this silk thread before.

I tugged at the thread and pulled it hard at both ends, and although it was extremely thin, it was very tough, not inferior to any finger-thick hemp rope. It's just that lying on such a slender silk thread is much more difficult than lying on hemp rope.

However, after sleeping on the hemp rope for all these years, I have long been accustomed to nature, even the thinnest silk thread is actually similar to the hemp rope, so I shouted outside: "I am still used to sleeping on the rope, and I sleep here at night." ”

After a while, I heard Qingzi say, "It's up to you." ”

I looked at the stone chamber, which was actually boxy and nothing else. imagined what it looked like when Qingzi was a child sleeping on this filament, and couldn't help but hold back his voice and laugh. After lying down, I found that it was very different from the feeling at home before.

The previous house of No. 87 was built by Bai Wenchong because of the use of the corpse accumulation ground and the Yin Gathering Pool below to build a Nine Yin Pagoda, and my bedroom happened to be in the eye of this Nine Yin Pagoda, which happened to be the location where the changes of Yin and Yang Qi were extremely complex and frequent.

And now in this place, as soon as I lay down, I found that the qi in this room was changing rapidly and complicated, especially in the Nine Yin Pagoda. It's just that I don't know if this change is naturally generated, or if it is artificially created like the Nine Yin Pagoda.

But no matter how weird the changes of yin and yang here are, in fact, they can't escape the scope of the yin and yang bottle, so I got used to it a little and lay down on it peacefully. I lay in the dark with my eyes closed for a while, and when I opened my eyes to look over, I didn't see the phantom shadows of Lin Wenjing and Liu Nan reflected in the ghosts, thinking that the environment here was still different from that in the Nine Yin Tower.

I lay down for a while, and listened with my ears sideways for a while, but I couldn't hear any sound outside, and I didn't know if Aoko was asleep. In fact, I slept for a long time in the afternoon, and I didn't feel sleepy at all, my eyes closed, and I couldn't sleep for a long time. I had to open my eyes again and secretly take out the portrait of Aoko from my pocket.

Although it was pitch black in the room, it didn't stop me from having fun. I was fascinated by it, and I heard a slight noise outside, I was startled, thinking that it was Qingzi who came in, and quickly put away the painting, but this mind was a point, and suddenly the yin and yang were uneven, and I fell to the ground with a bang.

When I looked up, I saw a hairy head open in the doorway, and I tiptoed out. Damn, it turned out to be the second goods!

I endured the pain and got up from the ground, and I heard Qingzi's cold voice from the other side: "What are you doing if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?" ”

I can't say that I peeked at your portrait just now, and I was so scared that I fell down, rubbed my buttocks, and said, "I had a nightmare just now, and I fell down in fear." ”

I didn't hear Aoko reply for a long time, so I turned over and fell asleep again. I carefully rolled up the painting and put it away, and I slept for a while with my eyes closed, but I still couldn't sleep, so I asked in a low voice, "Have you slept?" ”

After a long while, I heard Qingzi's voice coming: "What are you doing?" ”

When I was really asked, I couldn't remember what to say for a while, and after thinking for a while, I held back a sentence: "What is the origin of our Yin Patrol people?" ”

In fact, at that time in southern Xinjiang, it was the first time I heard the words "Yin Patrolman" from Qingzi's mouth. Other than that, I haven't heard anything about the Shadow Patrol from anywhere or from anyone, either before or since.

I've been in the dark web with the fat man for so many years, and I've never heard of the word "Yin Patrolman". Yin Yang Pavilion has existed for thousands of years, known as the ancient ages, the three religions and nine streams are all-encompassing, all-knowing, whether it is the two leather craftsmen, the work of the man, the paper man, the corpse painter and other ancient professions, or like the burial door, the witch door and any other ancient schools that have existed or have disappeared, you can find clues in the Yin Yang Pavilion, but only the word "Yin Patrolman" has never been mentioned anywhere.

At one point, I even suspected that the so-called "Yin Patrol Man" did not exist in this world at all, but Qingzi in Southern Xinjiang said it casually at that time.

I asked, and listened with bated breath, and after a while, I heard Aoko's voice come coldly: "There is no origin." ”

I was not reconciled: "Then there is always something to say, right?" Is this a very old profession? "I've been guessing all along.

After a while, I heard Qingzi say "um", and then there was no more.

Since she didn't deny it, it means that my guess is roughly the same. I said, "So what are we going to do?" "It's like my third uncle and I used to do funerals, that is, the business of taking over the dead; Second, the tanners are specialized in sewing corpses and making up corpses; Executioners are professional killers; Feng Shui masters are masters; Xiangshi is proficient in touching the bones and calling the fate...... There are many others, three religions and nine streams, which have been passed down from generation to generation in the long river of history, each with its own unique skills, and each with its own unique secrets.

So what do we Yin Rangers do?

I only heard Qingzi say: "I don't sleep in the middle of the night, where did I get so many words?" ”

I was thinking that she was going to ignore me again, but after a while, I heard her say: "The yin patrol is naturally the one who patrols the yin and is in charge of the affairs of the underworld." ”

In our industry, the so-called underworld affairs are actually things that side up with the dead. Anything that is yin is the most dangerous thing in the world, because you don't know what kind of thing is hidden here, and if you are not careful, it will be a life. Of course, that's okay, and there are even more miserable things, such as the soul is scattered, and you can't be reborn forever.

The line of work I did with my third uncle, if I really want to talk about it, it is actually related to yin affairs. Therefore, the third uncle has been mentioning the face order since he was a child, no matter what happens, as long as he finds that something is wrong, it is thirty-six plans, and running away is the best. Because once it is involved in a shady matter, there is no such thing as a trivial matter, as long as it is a little sloppy, it may be the end of regret.

Back then, in southern Xinjiang, it can be said that it was a slight negligence on our part that allowed the old lady of the Liu family to slip away from the ancient tomb, which eventually led to the green-faced fox getting out, and finally caused a catastrophe. The dead face died in a foreign land, the whereabouts of the third uncle are still unknown, and all the Liu family members except Liu Zi'an died tragically.

However, relatively speaking, the third uncle and I can only be regarded as having anything to do with yin affairs, and there is still a big difference compared to the yin patrol people who specialize in dealing with yin affairs.

I thought about some things again, and I felt a little confused, so I said: "Then there are monks, Taoist priests, and what other duangongs and goddesses, like the group of cow noses in Maoshan, and the way of the heavenly master, all of whom are famous for catching ghosts and driving away evil spirits, what is the difference between these people and us?" ”

After I asked, there was no sound on the other side for a while. I thought that Qingzi was too lazy to pay attention to me, and was about to turn over and ponder it by herself, so I heard her say: "When my master led me into the door, he said a word. ”

As soon as my heart moved, I asked, "What is it?" ”

Qingzi's cold voice came from the other side: "Our business is just an old antique that has been eliminated, so you don't have to pay too much attention." You are a little girl, and there is only one requirement for you as a teacher. Yang matters do not matter, and yin matters are divided into three. ”

Aoko used his master's tone. She said in a light tone, but I could hear her master's doting on her little girl. In every line of work, when the master instructs his disciples, he actually requires that he be dedicated to his own affairs and have no distractions. And her master only asked her to take care of the yin affairs for three points, that is, let her manage the simple ones when she sees them, and stay away from the troublesome ones, the meaning is very clear.

I pondered it in my heart, and I couldn't help but guess that this Yin Patrol was probably a very ancient school, and at that time, there were no industries such as Maoshan Taoist priests and Duangong Divine Sticks that specialized in dealing with yin affairs. It's just that the years are long, the vicissitudes of life, the times are constantly changing, countless new genres are rising in the long river, carrying forward, and the incense is inherited, and the Yin Patrol is like other more ancient professions, unable to keep up with the changes of the times, and finally was slapped to death on the beach by the back waves, becoming an old-fashioned antique, and disappearing in the long river of history.