Chapter 225: The Dying Man (I)
Peelers, in the city with many high-rise buildings, have basically disappeared, and their shadows can only be seen in the more remote mountainous areas.
Their job is also extremely simple, peeling skins, peeling everything except human skins.
In their business, there are basically no taboos, and they don't care about any fairies and the like, but as long as they are jealous in their hearts, they can't do this business.
So, there's only one thing I need to do – get the money ready.
Just as I was waiting for Yu Lan to reply, the phone rang suddenly.
I picked up the phone, and there was a male voice on the other side, who was full of energy, and said bluntly, "Can you catch the ghost?" ”
I was stunned when I made such a call.
I cleared my throat and said, "Exorcism and ghost hunting, it's my duty." ”
"Okay, I'll find you by following the location on the flyer, right?" Asked from the other side.
Before I could speak, the other party hung up the phone in a hurry.
This man is a paper-binder, isn't he? Hanging up the phone is like burning your butt.
Listen to what he means, is he coming to me? Although I'm very short of money now, I definitely won't take this kind of work from an unclear source, and I don't even know who is on the other side, so it's too risky to go like this, right?
But after thinking about it, the duck that took the initiative to fly to his mouth has no reason to let him fly, just come, explore the truth!
I changed into a clean robe, took care of the blood stains on my body, and sat in the main hall waiting for each other.
A black sedan stopped at the door, and a middle-aged man with a big belly got out of the car, a gold chain with a small thumb thickness was particularly dazzling around his neck, and the short sleeves embroidered with a tiger's head and the pants of the golden dragon were tattooed, which seemed to complement each other even more on him.
The whole person is filled with the smell of money.
Pushing open the door, the man took off his sunglasses, slammed his thick handbag on the table, and looked around.
After a while, he said with a little disdain in his tone: "This place is broken like this, can you still catch ghosts?" ”
I was about to stand up to greet a visitor when I saw a visitor coming, but when I saw that this person was talking so fucked, I sat down again.
I sat in my seat, looked at him coldly, and said, "You should go find a better Taoist temple as soon as possible." ”
The man was stunned for a moment, and then changed to a slightly mocking tone: "You must know that you are so broken, I can't even come, it's a waste of time!" ”
As he spoke, he pushed open the door and was about to leave.
"Let's go to the bigger Taoist temple to visit, anyway, you won't live for a few days, if you want to eat something, eat more."
I said slowly behind my back.
The man's hand to open the door paused visibly, he turned his head, looked at me viciously, and said, "If you talk nonsense again, I will tear your mouth apart." ”
I shook my head, smiled, and said, "With this kung fu, you better choose a better cemetery for yourself, after all, the person you are carrying on your back doesn't seem to like you very much." ”
As soon as these words came out, the man immediately jumped up and slapped his back in panic, looking frightened.
Actually, I'm blind, how can there be ghosts lying on the backs of living people in this broad daylight? The yang fire on the shoulder, burned it to death.
Besides, there are few Taoist priests who can see ghosts at a glance, if any Taoist priest can see ghosts, wouldn't the five elements of yin and yang be chaotic?
Of course, if it's meant for you to see, that's another story.
The reason why I scared him was to try to see if he really encountered something evil, or if he was deliberately finding fault.
I stood up, patted him on the back in a fake way, and said, "Poor Dao will help you get here, let's go." ”
The man seemed to be playing a trick, and there was a sudden pleading in his tone: "You are a person with real skills, you can help me, I can give you as much as you want." ”
I stepped back and said slowly, "How much can I make?" ”