"The person who was scared to go to the hospital saw Uncle Liu. At that time, everyone didn't think there was anything wrong, until someone thought that it was a little wrong for Uncle Liu to come and go in the building in the middle of the night, and then took a mirror to take a look?"

Zhou Cheng was speechless for a while when he heard this, and he took a mirror and shook it in the middle of the night.

There are some things that are better than not knowing them, and not seeing them is better than seeing them.

"What happened later?" Zhou Cheng was speechless for a while, as if he had thought of something, and immediately asked.

Some people have seen Uncle Liu's soul return with their own eyes, is this true or false? Even the first seven souls are escorted by ghost guards, and it is impossible for them to appear in front of people and be seen. But if he was stranded in the world for some reason, why didn't Zhou Cheng feel any breath?

Where did the ghost go?

"Later, rumors began to circulate that this place was haunted. Then people panicked, anyway, the building was very old, and it was about to be demolished, so everyone tried to move out. This building is also empty, no one expected you to move in!It's just that this place is weird, and I always feel that something is wrong with you?" After the fat man finished speaking, his eyes stared at Zhou Cheng without blinking, and he really felt a little palpitating.

"I'm a cultivator, right! I don't know who I am?" Zhou Cheng himself couldn't figure out his own truth or falsehood.

If you don't have a Taoist temple, you don't have a heel, and the peach forest is at most a place to seek the Tao. But it's hard to count your roots. The world is so big, Zhou Cheng doesn't feel that there is any room for him.

The confusion in Zhou Cheng's heart was quickly left behind, it doesn't matter if the mind of a cultivator is floating, knowing how to calm down and make trade-offs is the most important thing. Zhou Cheng froze down, looked at the fat man who didn't believe it very much, and smiled: "What, you don't believe it?"

"Oh, I see, no wonder you can spell!" the fat man was visibly relieved when he heard this, apparently accepting the explanation easily. Just the next move ...

Everything is afraid of ifs, if Zhou Cheng knows what kind of chatter the fat man is, if Zhou Cheng knows that the fat man is a curious baby...

It's a pity that there is never an if in this world.

"Are you really a Taoist priest?"

"Then where do you practice?"

"Do Taoist priests know how to spell, can you teach me?"

"Why did I just run around and still can't go out, what kind of spell is this, why is every Taoist priest I see know how to spell?"

。。。。。

Zhou Cheng was a little dumbfounded, and he didn't know why the fat man suddenly became so excited after confirming that Zhou Cheng had no malicious intent and was not a ghost, and he asked endless questions.

Everything can only be blamed on Zhou Cheng's own lack of knowledge!

And Zhou Cheng brought the fat man to understand the surrounding situation, but not let the fat man understand his own situation. Facing the fat man who was out of control, Zhou Cheng's head hurt a little. Especially in the end, when the fat man would kneel in front of him and beg for apprenticeship, Zhou Cheng slapped his heart to death.

This fat man is so strange! How can anyone trust people so easily, how can anyone be so rash to apprentice?

Zhou Cheng opened his mouth several times to interrupt the chatter of the strange fat man, but to no avail. In the end, I had to point a finger on the fat man's dumb hole, and the room was a little quieter.

"You have no fate with the Tao. And I'm all honest myself, and I'm not qualified to accept apprentices!" Zhou Cheng sighed and replied to the fat man very seriously.

The fat man's mouth opened, but he couldn't make a single figure.

Zhou Cheng looked at the fat man obviously depressed, and finally gradually calmed down, and he couldn't bear to flick his fingers at the fat man, unlocking the closed acupuncture points on the fat man's body.

"Division... As soon as the fat man's acupuncture point opened, he was just about to speak, but Zhou Cheng immediately frowned and quickly interrupted: "Speak well!"

"Then what should I call you?" the fat man saw that Zhou Cheng's face was not good, and quickly changed his tone and asked.

"I haven't officially entered the Taoist apprenticeship yet, so I don't deserve to be called the Taoist master. In the name of the layman, call me Brother Cheng!" Zhou Cheng thought for a while before replying.

The fat man should be the same age as Zhou Cheng, but Zhou Cheng has no hobby of calling people to be brothers, so no matter who is big or small, take the name of the eldest brother first.

The life of a cultivator is not a longevity, and no one will know his age if Zhou Cheng does not say it. So I don't worry about what the fat man can do.

And to Zhou Cheng's surprise, the fat man obviously accepted it easily, but the scholar arched his hand and shouted respectfully: "Brother Cheng!

made Zhou Cheng quite a little crying and laughing. I couldn't see it, and after beckoning the fat man to sit down, I began to ask and answer seriously.

As Zhou Cheng expected, in fact, the fat man who is no longer funny is still very reliable. From the mouth of the fat man, Zhou Cheng finally figured out the situation of the dead owner of the house and some things around him.

The owner's surname is Liu, and his single name is a building character. The neighbors called him "Uncle Liu". Before his death, he was an ordinary worker in a food factory, honest, but unfortunately he was a little drunk. His wife died early and had a son, but the relationship between father and son was not very good. Later, his son quarreled with him, ran away from home in a fit of rage, and never returned. Later, he heard that his son was admitted to the university with the help of his uncle's family, and Uncle Liu was happy for a long time, and later his son wrote a letter to him, telling him that he was going to study in France and would never come back.

After that, Uncle Liu, who had no news of his son, also retired, and lived a lonely life alone. He stayed at home all day, didn't socialize with people much, and either drank or slept every day. Until a few months ago, I suddenly didn't see him go out.

Because he said that he was going to France to find his son, but at that time everyone thought he was telling a joke. But when he really disappeared, everyone didn't think so. But just over two months ago, Uncle Liu's ghost suddenly broke out, making the residents in this building panic. It's not like people haven't thought of a way. Ask monks, Taoist priests, and post talismans everywhere to invite God, but it is useless. In the middle of the night, I still saw the back of an uncle who looked like Uncle Liu walking around, and then the whole building was not peaceful. The residents of the building were frightened and had to move out one by one.

The fat man said everything that should be said, but the more Zhou Cheng listened, the more his brows wrinkled. Unintuitively, he looked at the iron box on the altar. If you want to say that Uncle Liu is dead, it's true. But haunting is less likely.

Since Uncle Liu decided it himself, he should have been prepared a long time ago. There will be no situation where you can't linger after being killed. And Zhou Cheng has been here for so long, why didn't he feel the breath of a ghost at all?

If something goes wrong, it's a demon. There is no easier way to find out what is going on than to ask the deceased in person.

Zhou Cheng thought for a while and said, "You are a person here, you should be more familiar than me, can you help me buy some eggs, white rice, yellow table paper and cinnabar." Well, if you have paper money, buy me more!"

Zhou Cheng didn't know how many policemen were looking for him on the street now, so he was a little reluctant to go out, and now he could only count on the fat man for running errands.

Of course, Zhou Cheng will not let this fat man help in vain, but he can't say it yet.

"Okay!" the fat man's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he quickly got up and strode outside, without even asking for money to buy things.

The fat man left, Zhou Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, glanced at the room, and then turned on the antique old TV in the room. Luckily, the TV didn't turn on for months, and it still worked well.

Zhou Cheng hugged the kitten, and after more than ten years of absence, he watched TV again.

"According to this station, the public security organs recently cracked a major cultural relics smuggling case, seized hundreds of cultural relics of the Ming Dynasty on the spot, worth hundreds of millions of yuan, and arrested more than 10 criminal suspects on the spot... "The TV is playing the news of the provincial station. Zhou Cheng didn't care at first. But when a figure disappeared in a flash on the TV screen, Zhou Cheng suddenly jumped up like an electric shock.

Sword, fairy sword, exactly the same fairy sword as the fairy sword behind him.

After Zhou Cheng repeatedly confirmed that he was definitely not mistaken, he still stood in place a little incredible, and his body trembled unconsciously.