Mrs. Yu was looked at by me, but her smile became softer.

What does this mean? I looked at her kind look waiting for me to ask, and when the words came to my lips, I hesitated again.

Maybe I've been cheated too much, maybe my intuition is too sensitive, and I always feel that if I ask these words now, I'll fall into the pit again.

However, if you don't ask, this question will be left in your mind, and it won't be a thing.

Suddenly, the inexplicable irritability that had just been suppressed surged up again. Obviously, I don't have a clue about the few items that I want to come over to investigate, why did Huo Yunfan rent a demon suddenly appear again

was complaining in my heart, and Mrs. Yu suddenly asked me, "Do you understand?"

Is this, pushing me to jump into the pit?

I looked at the books in front of me and took a deep breath. There is a pit ahead, since you can't avoid it, instead of falling into the pit in embarrassment, it is better to take the initiative and jump more chicly.

"Hmm. I nodded and took the initiative to ask her, "The things we sell on top don't seem to be used by normal people, right?"

"You don't know?"

Mrs. Yu was very surprised after hearing this, and she didn't know if this expression was to match my performance, or if it was true, her fingers gently stroked the paper, and the smile on her face was a little tighter.

"The boy protects himself, the ghost lamp leads the way, the yin money, the gold and silver mountains borrow the road, and the demon is rented, haven't you heard of it?"

"Nope. ”

I shook my head seriously, if Mrs. Yu is to cooperate with me, then this acting skill is not afraid of her pride, and she is decisive. The strong son next to him was also at a loss, but as if he had thought of something, he looked at this book, and his eyes kept flashing.

"Shhh

Mrs. Yu was obviously hesitant, although, I can't guess what she was hesitating.

To be honest, I really haven't heard of what is recorded in this notebook. However, that doesn't mean I'm completely indifferent to these things.

The ghost light leads the way, and the living don't need to guide the way, and even if they do, they will never come to this kind of white shop. Therefore, it should be the ghosts who need to be guided, they need to enter the Huangquan Road through the ghost light, or the kind of soul that has left the human body and needs the guidance of the ghost light to return to the physical body.

As for the boy, it should be a stand-in boy made of paper figures. After all, not everyone can walk safely on Huangquan Road, if you do a lot of evil in life, you may not be able to finish Huangquan Road after death.

Of course, I haven't walked this road myself, but I just guessed.

As for Jinshan's borrowing, I think it should be related to bribery. Compared with these three, what I am most interested in is that Huo Yunfan spent 20,000 yuan to rent a demon talisman.

What kind of demon did he rent? A terrible ghost, why does he need protection?

And more importantly, I can't imagine that a terrible ghost would come to the white goods store and buy these things to protect himself

However, I still can't imagine that such a thing could be sold by this store.

However, perhaps I can understand a little bit of Black Fork's vigilance against this store.

Mrs. Yu was still hesitating, although I didn't know why she thought I must know this, but I wasn't in a hurry, just quietly laughing. Moreover, at this moment, I can still figure out where the spiritual power that floated out of the box just now came from!

By the way, if I was not wrong just now, the two traces of spiritual power that were so thin that they were about to return to the air finally melted into the bodies of the old lady and the strong son respectively, and they were in the soul.

It was very quaint and the box was empty, and now it was put aside by the old lady. I moved my body slightly, twitched my nose twice, the fragrance on the box was not as strong as just now, and the fragrance itself was not from the box.

The red hijab, which was spread under these four or five notepads that looked like they had been bought from a small supermarket. The hijab itself is actually much larger than this tabletop, so that it is spread like this, and a small part of the four sides of the table is drooping down, and I don't know if this is the reason, the Qingluan and the phoenix, at this moment, look more vivid.

However, the smell wafting in the air still did not come from the hijab, but I deliberately twitched my nose twice and smelled it faintly, and the fragrance seemed to emanate from these notebooks.

I recalled Jiang Zhishu and Yuan Xiangqin, who were hugging each other on the cover of this book just before the old lady opened it, and the corners of my mouth couldn't help twitching, could it be that I was blind?

Mrs. Yu turned her head to look at me again, and with that look in her eyes, she seemed to want to confirm the question with me again.

I took a deep breath and said with a smile before she could speak, "I really haven't heard of it, maybe my time to catch ghosts is short, or it may be that the master I worship is too unreliable and hasn't talked to me."

Another faint trace of spiritual power floated out, and before I finished speaking, my whole attention was attracted by this faint whiteness. It was this time that I clearly saw that this spiritual power actually floated out of this book.

No, no matter how accurate it is, it floated out from the pen words written on the top of this book.

The quaint antique wooden box is packed, and the valuable red hijab is used as a wrapping cloth, and now it is a very rare cowhide book wrapped in a layer. Whether it's a box, or a hijab, or even a cowhide book, these three kinds of shelves are just a random piece, I feel that they belong to the one that may be targeted and snatched away as soon as they are taken out, but what is wrapped in these three objects is a notebook that can be bought for a few dollars in the supermarket.

Such a contrast, no matter who comes to it, it will feel incredible and overkill. However, it is me who sees all this, and there may not be a second person in the entire Central Plains region who can see this.

The spiritual power floated out of the words, and the words were written in this cheap notebook, so this notebook really had to be well kept.

However, in this way, the problem arises again. Why does the spiritual power float out of those words? Is it because of the font itself? Or is it the ink used for writing that has spiritual power?

Oh, and the most critical question, what is the special function of these words with spiritual power on their heads?

I thought about it and decided to write down these questions, if Mrs. Yu didn't have the heart to explain to me later, then I might as well go back and ask Qingyou about these questions. Maybe he'll know.

"Forget it, I'll be with you. However, just after I finished thinking about this, Mrs. Yu stroked the notebook in her hand and sighed long, "These records were written down by my son when he first entered the yin and yang circle a few years ago. ”

In the Northern War?

I pondered it for a while, but I didn't think it was very credible.

Spiritual power is something that people can't touch under normal circumstances, even if Yu Beizhan is Mr. Yin and Yang. Of course, my kind of apprenticeship is an abnormal situation.

However, if Old Lady Yu's words are true, then how did Yu Beizhan gather spiritual power in the air and write it into words?

I want to ask directly, but I'm afraid that the sensitive words of spiritual power will make Mrs. Yu wary. However, after a few quick turns of my head, I thought about it and decided to ask in a different way.

"Grandma Yu. I smiled and said, "These are all the account books from 05, can you show me that this is too far from now? Is there any this year? Last year's is fine." ”

Mrs. Yu still hesitated for a moment, and this reaction made me confirm another point. There must be a powerful character behind her and Sister Cao, and this character should have explained something to the two of them about how to deal with me, and my reaction just now should have been beyond the expectations of that powerful person.

Hehe, why does he think I should know this?

"Last year's"

Mrs. Yu's hand moved in my expectation, it was still this book, she gently picked it up and flipped it back. This gave me another piece of information.,This book is quite thin.,But the information recorded on it can be from 05 to 09.,This also shows that this business with ghosts.,It's not easy to do.。

But again.

The ghosts are already ghosts, only the souls are left, how can they have money?

If I'm not mistaken, don't mention those hundreds and thousands, what does Huo Yunfan's 20,000 yuan refer to?

Moreover, the long string of information just now, all on the same day, also told me that those ghost lamps, paper boys, and gold mountains that can bribe yin people are not available every day, or they are not sold to these ghosts every day.

Mrs. Yu looked very familiar with the account book, and with her fingers pinching the side of the notebook, she quickly turned to the account book of 08.

"July 13, 2008, fine. ”

"Shen Aiai, ghost lights and hidden roads, Wu Baiyuan. "I'll go, this one has gone up.

"Ning Lan, Yinshan borrows the road, one thousand Wu Baiyuan. "Silver Mountain is half as cheap as Gold Mountain.

Down, I still remember that there are two or three, and this information is quite different from the page in 05 I just read.

Mrs. Yu took the notebook in her hand, and I tilted my head and neck to look at this angle, and there was still a distance of more than ten or twenty centimeters between us, which made me not very comfortable to see, nor very clear.

Almost subconsciously, I reached out and pinched the side of the book, intending to move it to my side, and at the same time, I was also thinking in my heart, with such a close distance, I could more or less, and I could sense some of the spiritual power contained in this word.

However, at the second I just pulled hard, the edge of the notebook, which was only about half a finger thick, made a "click" and a pen fell.