The fourth day of the countdown to the start of the ghost market.

That afternoon, Yu Ke saw Uncle Feng again.

"Busy these two days? Look at your face is a lot haggard. Yu Ke said.

Uncle Feng sat down and poured a large sip of herbal tea, and after a pause, he said:

"No, running around every day, I can't sleep enough."

Yu Ke asked casually: "More than 3,000 yuan a month, is it necessary to fight so hard?" ”

"If I work for the corrupt people, of course it won't be. But I'm working for the North, so I'm going to have to do a little bit more. ”

Uncle Feng said: "Hong Kong Island is leased by the corrupt people, and it will be returned to the north in a few years." They can pat their butts and leave, and the mess doesn't have to be cleaned up by us errands? ”

"That's right." Yu Ke smiled and poured another cup of tea for Uncle Feng.

"What have you been busy with these days?"

Uncle Feng said: "It's the same old way, catching ghosts and recruiting people." ”

"How's it going, have you hired anyone?"

Uncle Feng nodded, and complained a little: "I have recruited a few, but they are all willing to do odd jobs like you, and refuse to be an errand." ”

Yu Ke shrugged his shoulders: "That can't be helped, how many outsiders are willing to eat public meals from ancient times to the present?" It's all tradition. If someone is willing to give you odd jobs, be content. ”

"By the way, since the miscellaneous department is so short of people, didn't you send some people from the north to help?"

Uncle Feng sighed: "It's not just that there is a shortage of people here on Hong Kong Island...... What about the pubic skin coat I asked you to buy for you? ”

"Here, there are six in total, and one is not bad."

Yu Ke took out a large black cloth bag from the cabinet behind him, opened the cloth bag, and revealed the six folded pubic skin robes inside.

Uncle Feng glanced twice, took out a bank card, and swiped 40,000 Hong Kong dollars to Yu Ke's account with the POS machine.

"I spent forty-eight thousand."

"Forty thousand, that's right. I'll take five of them, and you'll keep the rest for yourself and put on when you go to the ghost market in a few days. ”

"Damn! I work for you, and you still have to charge me? And this yin skin coat can be worn overnight, and it will be useless as soon as the ghost market is over, what do I want it for? ”

"Lost, who said it's useless? When you open a ghost market one day in the future, you can also use the ghost market you want to go to, and you can sell it without you, and the yin skin clothes have been fried to tens of thousands of Hong Kong dollars in the past two days. ”

"Tens of thousands?"

"yes."

"! The price quote is lower. Yu Ke scolded in his heart.

Yu Ke asked, "Song Ye, the owner of the used bookstore you let me go to that day, what is the whereabout?" ”

"His name is Li Song, although he is from South Asia, he grew up on Hong Kong Island."

Uncle Feng said: "He is a head lowering master, he has opened a bookstore in Kowloon for fifteen or sixteen years, and he can make simple magic weapons with both hands, and he made this yin skin cloth." ”

"Don't worry, Li Song's character is still okay, and he is not an evil demon."

Yu Ke thought for a while and asked, "I heard that the cultivation world over there in Dai is more evil, and those head lowering masters are good at raising ghosts and hating victory?" ”

Uncle Feng said: "Yes, their methods of fighting are more evil, and I almost fell in the hands of a head lowering master once. But we don't care about foreign affairs. ”

Yu Kesi? After a while, he turned over his hand and took out the copy of "Ten Ways to See Ghosts" and handed it to Uncle Feng.

"I bought this book from Li Song, and I felt a little wrong."

"He was originally sold to an ordinary person, and I bought it."

Uncle Feng flipped through the book: "This book is a little wrong, the yin qi attached to it is a bit heavy." ”

After carefully checking it inside and out, Uncle Feng frowned: "It's a bit like a spell, but there is no resentment on it, it's quite weird." ”

"Spells?"

Uncle Feng explained: "It's an item with a curse attached to it, something made up by the neon people. “

"Those who come into contact with the spell will be marked by the unjust spirits related to the spell, and when the time comes, the person who is marked will be asked for their lives by the ghost. Generally, the heavier the resentment on the spell, the stronger the ghost. ”

"It's unlikely that Li Song would have made this kind of thing, and he probably didn't know about it." Uncle Feng said.

Yu Ke thought about it, turned "Ten Ways to See Ghosts" to the last page, and pointed to the line of traditional Chinese produced by XXXX Company at the end:

"In that case, if you have time, check this company. I guess most of the "Ten Ways to See Ghosts" has more than one problem. ”

Uncle Feng shook his head: "How can there be that time, at least wait for the matter of the ghost market." ”

Uncle Feng stood up, put a pubic coat on the table, lifted the black cloth bag and turned to leave.

"I've got something to do, so I'm leaving."

…………

"I'm not leaving."

On either side of a long wooden table, a young woman in a hood and a young man stared at each other.

The young woman was average-looking, her pale face was a little fat, and I saw her holding her chin in one hand, looking at the man opposite with a smile, and her voice was a little strange, like a child who had not changed her voice.

The young man opposite was about twenty-five or sixteen years old, with short white hair that gave him a lean look.

The most impressive thing is his eyes, which obviously look no different from ordinary people, but they are very spiritual.

The white-haired young man held a three-centimeter-long silver cross between his fingertips, and skillfully fiddled back and forth.

"If you don't leave, what do you want?"

The woman smiled slyly, swaying her feet, and her voice was shrill and thin: "I want to accompany her, hahahahaha......"

She played with the things on the table like a child.

The white-haired young man opened a can of soda and put it on the table, and said slowly: "My name is Fa Tsai, what is your name?" ”

The woman didn't answer the white-haired young man's question, he threw a bag of snacks around: "I want her to play with me, play with me, slightly~"

"How did she offend you? Why her? The white-haired man asked again.

"She's like my mom." The woman asked, glancing at the white hair.

"You know she's just like her, not really your mother."

The woman didn't answer.

"How old are you?" The white-haired youth asked.

"Ten years old." As she spoke, the woman leaned on the table, "I miss my mom so much." ”

"You want her life?"

Before the white-haired young man's voice fell, he saw the woman's expression cold, and she looked at the white-haired young man with hatred.

The next moment, the temperature in the room instantly dropped by several degrees, and seven or eight tables and chairs flew up automatically, overlapping each other and falling on the table, almost forming a small mountain. The whole process took less than three seconds.

The white-haired young man's expression remained unchanged, still calmly looking at the woman possessed by the demon in front of him.

"What's your business? I just won't go! The woman reached out and spilled the snack in front of her onto the floor.

The white-haired young man stood up and said helplessly: "Hey, you've been fixing her for a month, when will you stop?" ”

The woman also stood up, stared at the white-haired youth viciously, and said, "One hundred years! ”