"Weird, your wounds heal too quickly, right?" The doctor was amazed as he removed the stitches.

I smiled and said, "Maybe it's because I'm in good shape."

The wound on his shoulder had healed completely, and the blocked meridian on his right arm had been opened.

I felt that my body had recovered, and because I had taken away Chen Jiu's recultivation, my whole person was full of vitality.

It is not a problem to kill an evil cultivator who makes a profit by selling imps.

Before I set off again, I said to Ba Qi, "Can you help me find someone?"

Ba Qi asked, "Who are you looking for?"

I said, "Find someone whose life is not easy, who is full of sadness, and who is about to live."

Ba Qi smiled: "This is too simple, this kind of people are all over the street."

I thought he was going to find a beggar, but who knew he had found a white-collar worker.

The man was about forty years old, but he was almost bald.

He sat in a chair with a slight hunch on his back.

When he looks at people, he always likes to look at them from above his eyes, but he doesn't dare to look at people head-on, and he seems very unconfident.

He said to me, "What are you looking for me?"

I said, "I want to buy your story. Well...... Life Experience."

The man was stunned for a moment: "Are you the director who makes movies? Screenwriter who wrote it?"

I said, "Pretty much."

Ba Qi comprehended, took out a stack of money, and slapped it in the man's hand.

The man suddenly cooperated more.

He didn't need me to ask, he took the initiative to say it.

His name is Sun Dongliang. At the age of thirty-nine, he graduated from an ordinary university and joined an ordinary company as an ordinary employee.

The salary is not much, just barely making ends meet, and after paying the mortgage, you have to make careful calculations, and you don't dare to get sick, and you have to empty your family if you get sick.

I married a wife ten years ago, but the two of them hated each other.

The wife and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law have constant conflicts, and when they get home, they quarrel except to complain.

After all, if you are honest all your life, you will be stupid and stupid, and you will not be speculative, and you can't do it even more if you give gifts. Only when a small transparent edge.

But marginal people are not so easy to be, when they go to work, they always have to cheer up, and if they are not careful, they will catch the blame and give people the blame.

I was trembling every day, for fear that the company would suddenly lay off employees and lose income.

Ten years ago, I had a son, but I was only happy for a few months. Now my son is in elementary school, today's sports meeting, tomorrow's cleaning, a lot of class fees, every day when I go home tired and stinky to death, I have to tutor homework.

Sometimes I really want to die and get liberation. But there is no courage.

Sun Dongliang seemed to have not spoken to anyone for a long time, and spoke intermittently for more than half an hour.

I listened a little anxiously, and then asked him, "If God were going to give you good luck, what kind of good luck would you like to get?"

[In view of the general environment,

I thought he wanted a promotion and a raise.

Who knew he said, "I hope to win the lottery."

Me: "......"

It seems that the possibility of promotion and salary increase is not as high as winning the lottery.

I asked Sun Dongliang for his birthday again, and he gave it to me very happily.

After all, ordinary people don't pay much attention to this.

After sending Sun Dongliang away, I wrote his birthday on a piece of yellow paper and hid it on myself.

Ba Qi asked me curiously, "What are you ......?"

I smiled and said, "I'm pretending to be a customer and going to buy the devil."

"And the person who buys the ghost must at least have a unsatisfactory life and desperately want to be transferred, right?"

Ba Qi scratched his head and said, "That's just as well. Shall I send you?"

I shook my head, "No, I'll go by myself this time

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"This time it's different from the previous ghost catchers, this time it's more dangerous."

Ba Qi didn't insist.

He knew that he was not from this circle, and if he forced it over, he might drag me back.

When I walked out of Lin's Hospital, I happened to meet Lin Yuchan coming back.

She said to me, "Ba Qi said, you are going to kill the evil cultivators?"

I snorted.

Lin Yuchan asked, "Where is it?"

I wondered, "What? You're going to come with me again?"

Lin Yuchan said, "I'm curious."

Me: "......"

I said helplessly, "In Monumental Tomb Park. I'll be back before dawn."

Lin Yuchan whispered, "Be careful."

I nodded, stopped a car, and headed straight for Monument Tomb Park.

It was just nightfall, and the street lights in the park were still on.

It's very lively inside, square dancing, dog walking, roller skating.

I know that the excitement is only temporary, and the real good show is in the second half of the night.

I put Sun Dongliang's figure of eight on my body, put my hands behind my back, and walked slowly in the park.

My back is getting hunched and my feet are getting more and more stretched. The whole person creates a sense of decadence.

Soon, it was close to twelve o'clock, the residents of the neighborhood went home to sleep, and the stele mound park was quiet.

And I had already figured out the terrain here, and walked towards the place where the Yin Qi ended.

This is the core of the monumental mound park.

Here, there are many stone monuments.

On the stele are calligraphy works of literati in the past dynasties.

Because these steles give people the feeling of a tombstone, over time, this place is called a stele mound.

Around the stele, the stele mound park was built.

When I walked up to the stele, I saw that there were small lights lit up inside.

I smiled and thought to myself: the ghost market has begun.

I walked in and saw that the people who were setting up the stalls were all secretive.

These people are all living people, but they all have something to do with evil spirits. They always live in the shadows.

They deliberately dimmed the lights so that people could barely see their goods.

And these people don't like to get together, everyone is alone, and they seem to be wary of each other.

I don't know if it's a convention or a coincidence. They all like to put their stalls in front of the stone monuments.

Then they sat on the matza with their backs against the stele.

From a distance, they looked like old ghosts leaning on their tombstones in the middle of the drifting ghost fire.

I kept my head down, pretended to be bored, and walked around here, looking at their goods with a ride in and out of sight.

When I walked up to an old man, I couldn't help but slow down.

This old man sells dolls.

Each doll is so vivid that if the light is dim, I even suspect that he is selling babies.

And the most important thing is that this old man has a blessing aura on him.

Among the monuments, he is the only one who has the breath of blessing.

He's the evil cultivator I'm looking for!

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