This was a small alley, so quiet that it was scary.
The old Taoist priest led me out of the alley and came to an inn. It was an empty inn.
The four moldy words actually emitted a dazzling light.
Was there such a place in the netherworld?
I was shocked. I looked at the old Taoist priest and saw that he was holding a flashlight and shining it on the signboard. I asked speechlessly,"What are you doing?"
"I have presbyopias, so I can't see the words clearly.”The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes into a line and stood on his tiptoes to watch with difficulty.
He couldn't even read such big words. She was really worried about his eyes.
I replied weakly," An empty inn. This is an empty inn. You can't see it clearly, but you can at least see a model, right?”
"Oh, I saw it. Hey, look at this small print. It's really well hidden.”The old Taoist priest waved his hand proudly." I'm still young.”
"…"
As soon as he stepped into the empty inn, the cold wind with the sour smell rustled over again.
I covered my nose with my clothes. The smell of my own sweat was much better than the smell of corpses.
"Where are you?" The old Taoist priest shouted.
Behind me, someone poked my back.
I impatiently shook him off with my body.
Poke again.
My body shook.
Something was wrong. The old Taoist priest was in front, so who was behind him?
I rubbed the flesh on my face and turned around like a hanging ghost.
As I expected, he was asking for money.
He looked at me and suddenly screamed. He lifted his pants and floated away.
"Damn it, you're a ghost. What are you afraid of?”I shouted angrily.
"Ever since I became a ghost, I've become much more timid.”Ask for Money desperately patted his chest and panted heavily.
"Let's go. I know who killed you indirectly.”I calmed down my anger and looked at the place where I kidnapped Uncle Mediterranean last time.
The rope was still hanging in the air, which was strange and scary.
"Quickly release Uncle." I ran over to untie the rope.
"No, no." The old Taoist priest waved his horsetail whisk over. The white wool scattered on my body, stimulating my skin and making me have goosebumps.
"What are you doing now? If you have something to say, say it clearly. Otherwise, you're colluding!”
"Do you know why you tied Di Chonghai up?”The old Taoist priest wanted to be mysterious again, but I took out a pencil knife and pointed it at him sinisterly. He was so scared that he immediately continued," Because his soul is really about to dissipate, so we have to tie up his soul before we can really save him. How about this? If you want money, you can give me Di Zhonghai's soul and I'll help him to cross over. What do you think?"”
Death for Money nodded. He then looked at me and raised his chin."Did you hear that? Finally, there's an expert who understands me. This move was taught to me by that woman. Her face was covered, so I couldn't see her face clearly.”
"Then why did you leave your mother alone at home?”I thought of that poor old mother, and my heart couldn't help but ache.
"When a person dies, the seven emotions and six desires are naturally washed away. Moreover, what can they do if they go? It will only increase their sadness.”" Oh right, how did I die? Quickly tell me!"”
"You have to ask Uncle Mediterranean about this.”
Because of his cold-bloodedness, I don't like this greedy bastard.
Did people really become cold-blooded and heartless after death? Why were humans and ghosts so extreme?
"Alright, this poor priest will take him away." The old Taoist priest took out a glass bottle from his pocket and took out a talisman. He chanted and pointed at the talisman.”
However, the talisman did not float up as he had expected.
I knew it. He's an old liar.
The old Taoist priest was unhurried. He held the talisman paper between his two fingers and the glass bottle under his armpit. He took out a bottle of all-purpose glue from his pocket with great difficulty. He opened the lid and glued the talisman paper before sticking it on the glass bottle.
"This…won't…won't it affect its power?”I pressed my chin back down and stuttered.
"No, no. This isn't really fighting ghosts. What are you afraid of?”The old Taoist priest began to chant again.
After a while, the rope tying the Mediterranean uncle loosened, and a wisp of white smoke drifted towards the old Taoist priest's glass bottle. After it was completely inside, the old Taoist priest closed the lid and stomped his foot."Done!"
I imitated him and stomped my foot. I asked,"Is there any effect?"
"Not at all. I just put on a beautiful pose.”The old Taoist priest replied shamelessly.
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