I just turned around to leave, when Song San's voice came from behind me.

"Wait."

As soon as I turned around, Song San asked me an inexplicable question.

"Do you have a jar?"

"Jar?"

I looked around and pulled out the kettle I had brought with me in my bag.

"That's it."

"Okay."

Song San pointed to the door god statue on the ground that had not yet burned out: "Once you get acquainted, I will give you a gift." It's right there."

What he said was in a fog for me.

Out of curiosity, I picked it up anyway.

Suddenly, Song San rushed up to me, holding me tightly with both hands.

The remnants of the unfinished door gods were like soldering irons, rattling on Song San's already transparent body.

"Take the bottle."

Song San squeezed out a stiff smile, and a few tears seeped out of his eyes.

"You're different from other Taoist priests, I don't have anything to give you. A few ghost tears can help you a lot in the future."

His oily face no longer looked hideous and terrifying.

For some reason, I held him tightly in my arms.

It should be the compensation for his suffering in the past.

"I'm sorry, I lied to you, I don't have the surname Lee."

"I know, but it doesn't matter."

Before the words fell, Song San had dissipated in my arms.

The door god burned to curled up in ashes, and fell to the ground without even a sound.

Like, Song San's dissipation will not have any earth-shattering movements.

Song San was gone, I turned around and picked up the backpack and patted the ash on it.

Turning my head, I looked at Ji Canghai: "Let's go, brother."

Ji Canghai held the kitchen knife in one hand, still a little dazed, and then immediately followed my footsteps.

In this way, under the gaze of a group of dead souls, the two of us strode out of the western-style building.

The rain outside has stopped and the air is a little better than during the day.

Ji Canghai looked back at the western-style building: "This matter, that's it?"

I looked at the neon lights in the distance and asked, "Do you think I did the right thing?"

Ji Canghai hesitated: "Didn't the old man always say that he couldn't believe the nonsense?"

I took the bottle out, put it in front of my eyes and shook it.

"A ghost on the verge of death still wants to give back to others, do you think you can't believe his words?"

"Whew!"

He exhaled, "I told you before, you have a scale in your heart."

"But ......"

Ji Canghai's words changed: "You have promised Wang Ju, how are you going to explain this matter to him?"

"Tell the truth."

Ji Canghai's tone was full of worry: "You know that Changchun will be your foothold, and now you are working against Wang Ju, this is ......

"It doesn't matter."

Next.

I saw that the funeral home was not too busy, so I asked Ji Canghai to let me out.

I don't need Wang Ju to look for me, I'll go find him first.

When he arrived at the funeral shop, Wang Ju was still holding Erlang's legs and twisting his prayer beads.

"Got the money?"

Wang Ju took a tea bowl bigger than his palm and poured tea into his mouth.

"I've heard it all, you made a lot of noise last night."

"Tell me how things went."

I smiled and sat down in the chair next to him, "I heard?"

"You're spying on me, aren't you?"

Wang Ju laughed and generously admitted.

"I'm not afraid that you'll be in danger, so I put a few reinforcements at the door."

I snorted to myself.

It's really a urine jar with gold trim - it has a good mouth.

"President Wang has good intentions."

I deliberately slowed my voice: "I did."

"I didn't come today to receive a reward."

Wang Ju breathed tea to himself: "Didn't do it?"

"I let those ghosts go."

"Poof!"

Wang Ju squirted out a sip of tea directly, and his eyes widened.

"Say it again!"

"Say it ten times, it's the same sentence, I won't do it."

"Bang!"

Wang Ju slammed the tea bowl on the table: "What do you mean? Thorn in me?"