Liao Zhai Zi is silent

Chapter 80

The two soap servants looked majestic, but they were actually lowly. After being scolded by the inspection, their faces were a little ugly.

The more I think about it, the more I get angry, and the more I get angry, the more I think about it.

Mentality gradually distorted.

I don't know what was fascinated by it, as if Lin Zhuoming was the vengeance who killed their parents.

It's just for a while, and there is no good way.

Waiting to get home and see my mother-in-law.

"Didn't you say that you have hands that make a fortune today?" The woman asked bitterly, "Where's the money?"

"Don't mention it, I wanted to make a fortune, but in the end I was almost chopped down with a sword."

"Useless things!" The old lady spat, it's not as good as my old lady, I fished more at home.

The soap servant said: "How do you make money? You can't have an errand like me, so you can go out to play the autumn wind."

"You will make money by betting on flowers."

"Yesterday, the elder sister Qian next door taught me how to play. Yesterday the elder sister Qian won 18 taels of silver."

"Flower pressing club? Why are you playing with that thing?" The soap servant knew the way inside.

"If you win one or two bets, you get 36 taels, and I don't need to go to those marinating places, there are people who specialize in running seals to help vote."

"Yesterday, Elder Sister Qian invested half of the money she earned, and I invested two taels of silver with her. Today, she made a large sum of money. I invested with her, and I also made dozens of taels. "

"Isn't this faster than you wandering around outside and getting money?"

"What kind of supernatural power does that surname Qian have? Can he win the bet again and again?" Zao Yan rolled his eyes and asked very curiously.

But seeing his mother-in-law looked left and right, closed the door and window again, and then said mysteriously: "I also asked, there is a secret in it."

"Sister Qian's elder brother lost a lot of money in a flower betting event, and was scolded by his father. In a fit of anger, he hanged himself."

"Elder Sister Qian went back to her natal family to express her condolences. She had a dream in the first seven nights. Her brother asked her to bet on the God of Flowers, and she won the bet. So she bought a tribute, a horse, and enshrined her brother's tablet at home. Give her a dream."

"It's just that Sister Qian is afraid of being found out, so she bets on flowers. If you win one, you lose three. It's just that winning is big, and losing is small."

"So effective?" The soap servant was also bold: "I remember that there was also a person who died like this, named Hu Guangzong. Let's burn more paper money, pray and pray, and entrust you with a dream, bet on the flower god, see See if it works or not."

"Then Hu Guangzong is buried in a mass grave, so tonight you go and beg and worship." His mother-in-law said.

"The place where the mass graves..." Zao Jun hesitated.

"When you go to the mass grave, you will be born a poor man and die a poor ghost. After all, you are a member of the yamen, and it's not like you haven't walked through the night. What's there to be afraid of?"

"Okay, whether we can make a fortune depends on today."

That night, at midnight, the servant got up and went to the mass grave.

Although he was chanting Jade Emperor Lao Tzu, Tathagata Buddha, and Monkey King, but when he actually arrived at the mass grave, he still felt a little cold.

The soap servant didn't believe in evil, but the evil energy had been with him for a whole day. At this time, the evil spirits of the five directions were haunting him, and the lonely ghosts of the mass graves came to suck his Yang energy.

The soap servant soon became confused, didn't know what to do, tripped over a bone, and broke his waist on the spot, the cold wind blew past, the cold air hit his bones, his green eyes lit up from an unknown place, the grave-digging dog, Huang Pizi looked greedily at the fresh flesh.

And a piece of paper with the "Flower God" also fell into the hand of the soap servant, and he grabbed it tightly, but in the end, he was disemboweled by wild dogs and eaten whole.

……

And the other servant, who was still young, did not marry a wife, returned home at night, had enough food and drink, and had nothing to do. He took out a booklet from under the bed, and then his hands began to move dishonestly.

"Huh!"

There was a chill.

Usually, I should fall asleep at this time, but today I was a little over-excited, the girl in the pamphlet seemed to come alive.

The soap servant was very young again, despite the cold sweat all over his body, he rubbed it several times, his shoulders were sore and numb, and finally passed out.

A few cloudy winds and cold air blew past his body, and his body was hot and cold, and he woke up again, and when he woke up, he held the booklet and started to caress, and stayed up until midnight. Two beauties came down from the side.

Even more grinning: "Little lady."

I don't know how many times he vented, waiting for dawn, the soap servant was already in a cold sweat, soaking the whole quilt, waiting for his mother to wake him up to eat, he saw that the corners of his mouth were crooked and he couldn't move.

This startled his old lady: "My son, why are you so unrestrained."

I hurriedly invited the doctor to see it.

The doctor felt the pulse, looked at the coating on his tongue, sighed and said, "Get ready for the funeral."

"Doctor, my son was fine yesterday, no matter how unrestrained young people are, it's just one day..."

"He's a night ghost. He's been fascinated by his energy. He's vented his essence. The evil energy has penetrated into his bones. It's an immediate wind. Now he's sweating profusely. There's nothing left to vent. The oil is exhausted and the lamp is dry."

Hearing this, the soap servant opened his eyes and grabbed his hands: "Little lady, you are here again..."

A silly smile appeared on his face.

I didn't need to use my hands anymore, and my lower body was wet a lot, but I was already incontinent.

"Alas!" Lang Zhong sighed: "If yesterday was still good, then we have to consider whether it has collided with something."

The doctor shook his head: "I'm also helpless."

The soap servant had no choice but to cry by the side of the bed.

But with a smile on the corner of the soap servant's mouth, his lower body ejaculated again, but this time it was blood.

But within a few moments, he died.

……

And when Lin Zhu came up together in the morning, he found that the five-yin talisman under the incense burner had completely turned black.

As soon as it was taken out of the incense burner, it was immediately burned to ashes.

Two soap servants died.

Lin Zhuming was a little dazed, he didn't use very vicious methods, why are there no more people?I just want to teach myself a lesson.

"Borrowing a knife to kill, planting and framing?" Lin Zhuoming had a thought in his mind. Yesterday during the day, he put down his cruel words in public, and today he died.

This is to use human life as bait to catch Lin Zhuoming whole.

The problem is, Lin Zhuming still doesn't know who is in the dark.

On the other side, the news of the deaths of two slaves entered the county government, and their deaths were miserable.

One was in a mass grave, gnawed to blood by wild dogs, only the clothes on his body could tell it was him.

The other was devastated and died on the bed.

This matter is unusual, and the county magistrate immediately ordered the inspectors to lead the police officers to investigate the matter.

Naturally, the inspector immediately thought of what the two of them said last night about dealing with Lin Zhuming.

I couldn't help but shudder in my heart, but there is no empirical evidence that Taoist priests used evil methods to kill people.

After much deliberation, the inspector came up with a place, Qingliang Temple, as long as he asked the monks of Qingliang Temple to take a look, he would know whether someone had been murdered by evil methods.

(End of this chapter)