I took out the note: "Check it for me, this Zong Hanlin's birth record, I want his exact birth time." ”

The kid smiled as soon as he saw the note: "Ten days ago, someone came to me to check, this record is fake, and that Zong Hanlin was not born here at all." ”

I was immediately interested: "Tell me about the events at that time." ”

The boy said: "That day, an old man came and said that his surname was Zong, and he also brought a seventeen or eighteen-year-old child, who also sprinkled sugar here, and asked us to help find someone. ”

I took my brother to rummage through the archives, but I didn't see the birth record of Zong Hanlin, and the children born on the same day as him were recorded.

After I told the old man with the surname Zong. The old man suddenly clenched his fists and scolded: "Wang Ba Lamb, you are really lying to me." ”

In order to get more candy, I said to the old man again: "Master, there is something I don't know if to talk about?" ”

Old man Zong took out a handful of paper money from his bag and threw it on the ground, only to squeeze out a word from his mouth: "Say!" ”

I'll have to tell the truth after I collect the money!

I told Old Man Zong: "Old Man Zong, eighteen years ago, there was a black tiger attack in the maternity and infant hospital on the edge of the city. Nine out of ten children died in the delivery room, and those nine children were buried on the spot, or should I take you to see them? ”

Old Man Zong shook his body twice after hearing this, if I hadn't helped him, he would have almost fallen to the ground.

After the old man Zong stood firm, he hugged his fists at the other children, and led me in the direction of the city.

After they got into the car, I followed, sat in the middle of the two front seats, and talked to the child brought by the old man Zong: "Young man, do you know what a black tiger is? ”

The first thing the kid saw was not me, but the driver.

The driver didn't even know that I was sitting next to him, and he was still muttering, "Why is it so cold?" I'll have to change my clothes when I get you guys there! ”

"Don't worry, he can't see me!" I glanced at the driver before I said to him, "Do you know what a black tiger is?" ”

The ghost child deliberately sold Guan Zi when he said this: "Brother, do you know the Black Tiger? ”

I wanted to beat that kid, but when I saw that Ye Huan didn't seem to understand much, I explained:

"Legend has it that three tigers and one biao, seven tigers and one dragon, and ten tigers become black. That is to say, in the same litter of tiger cubs, there must be a tiger cub who eats all the other companions in order to become a biao. ”

"In fact, tigers can't give birth to so many tiger cubs at all, at most they can give birth to cubs, and they can only become biao, not evil."

"This black tiger is actually talking about people. If, on the day of the Year of the Tiger, the child born in the child eats all the other children born at the same time, he can become a black tiger. ”

"If Zong Hanlin is really a black tiger, then the old man of Zong has something to do!"

The boy couldn't help but look disappointed when he didn't ask me, it seemed that his plan to get more money didn't work out.

I said with a calm face: "Don't play tricks with me, you make things clear, I'll burn a bag of gold bricks for you." ”

The child immediately laughed: "At that time, I led the old man to the wasteland behind an abandoned hospital. ”

"There are indeed ten dirt buns piled up there, and at first glance, it looks like ten graves, but there is no grave door in front of them!

Old Man Zong took a deep breath, pulled out a sapper shovel from his backpack, and began to dig down the dirt bun.

The old man of the sect only worked in three or two strokes, and dug out a pair of infant corpses that had been air-dried in an iron cage from under the earthen buns.

The baby's corpse, as if it had been bitten by something, was missing several pieces of flesh, and it looked miserable.

The old man dug several graves in a row, and all he took out were iron cages containing the corpses of babies.

Old Man Zong's face became paler and paler, and finally he dug out a dried corpse like a wild cat and a letter wrapped in oiled paper from under a dirt bun.

Old man Zong trembled and slashed open the belly of the "wild cat" and took out a wooden man from it.

I was stunned after just one glance - the facial features of the wooden man were somewhat similar to the child brought by the old man Zong.

I wanted to take a closer look, but the old man screamed and fell to the ground.

His child was so frightened that he hurriedly hugged the old man and shook him desperately: "Master, what's wrong with you?" You speak! ”

As soon as I saw that the old man seemed to be out of breath, and I had no money to take, I told the child that there was a hospital nearby and asked him to save people, and I left.

"That's all I know!"

After the child finished speaking, he looked at my face, I turned to the funeral shop near the hospital and bought a bag of gold bricks and burned them at the intersection, and the child said with a smile: "Brother, do you have anything else to inquire about?" I know a lot. ”

I thought for a while and said, "You take me to find the place where the child is buried first, and then talk about the rest on the way." ”

"Derre!" The kid said yes and floated behind me.

On the way, I learned that the child's name "Little Bean Sprouts" was an orphan who died of illness, and although he was still a child, he had been wandering in the city for more than 60 years.

Because no one gave him a degree, he has always been a lonely ghost, making a few small bucks by selling news to warlocks.

The bag of gold bricks I burned for him this time was the biggest deal he had ever made.

As soon as I walked out of the street with the little bean sprouts, I saw a few lonely ghosts squatting on the side of the road, and the one who led the way said directly to the little bean sprouts: "Boy, take out the money." ”

Little Bean Sprouts' face changed suddenly, and he looked at me in the face as if asking for help.

I blocked the little bean sprouts behind me: "I gave the money, do you have an opinion?" ”

The wild ghost was not afraid, and said with a stiff neck: "This gentleman, I ask him for money, that's the rule." You give too much money, but it's not in accordance with the rules. ”

There are indeed such rules in the art path.

Incense candles, paper money, those things are worthless, you can buy a bunch of them casually. However, the warlock will not burn too much for the lonely soul and wild ghost, and one or two pieces of yellow paper will reach the sky, and the yellow paper is not even a penny in the underworld.

It's not that the warlock can't afford it, but it's too much, and the lonely ghost shouldn't work.

"Tell me the rules?" I took out a ghost-fighting money and bounced it, and before the person on the other side could react, he was beaten to pieces, leaving a few lonely ghosts trembling with fear. Someone stammered, "You...... You kill the soul...... You ......"

I looked at the other party coldly and said, "My name is Yuan Zheng, I live at No. 1 Taiping Street, anyone who has an opinion can come to me." Bean sprouts, let's go. ”

Little Bean Sprouts trotted all the way behind me: "You are the little third master of Taiping Street?" ”

"Little Third Master, the bean sprouts have caused trouble for you, the wild ghost you killed just now actually has a master, you killed him, and his master can't come to you?"