unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 138
Wang Zhan squinted his eyes, trying to distinguish which one was a fried dough stick and which one was a marijuana flower: "Could it be that they don't know each other?"

Song Yu didn't eat the dumplings this time, but drank half a bowl of spicy soup in one breath, and then rolled his eyes: "You two are so smart, you can basically bid farewell to the profession of ghost hunter."

He Shen waved his two oily hands: "Then, tell me, what exactly is it!"

Song Yu chuckled and was about to speak when he suddenly saw the newly baked Baiji steamed buns from the store. He asked them to wait and ran over to order ten roujiamo buns.

The white bun is crispy and slightly yellow, with an iron ring on the back and a chrysanthemum heart. It is filled with cured meat. The meat is fat but not greasy, thin but not scummy.

Song Yu has been waiting for the white lucky steamed buns to come out of the oven.

She returned to the table with the basket in hand, saliva overflowing, and did not forget to give one to Su Mian: "Lao Su, one for me, Lao Gu, one for me."

Su Mian took it in his hand and interrupted her: "Hurry up and eat it, the bits will drip out."

Song Yu decisively stuffed a mouthful into his mouth.

The soft and mellow flavor of the cured meat, combined with the crispy outside and tender inside of the white steamed buns, really makes your mouth full.

The others were still waiting for her to speak. She really didn't have time to open her mouth, so she could only wave to Gu Beiqi to speak.

Gu Beiqi had to put down the meat buns and start talking.

"It's talking. Song Yu and the soy milk grinder didn't talk. The brother and sister kept talking. If you think about it, the dead watchman was also talking to someone, and the same was true for the two patrolmen."

He Shen patted the table: "Yes, yes, that, that is - can't talk."

Wang Zhan grabbed the Roujiamo, and the juice flowed onto his fingers. He looked for a rag to wipe his hands, and said, "It doesn't seem to be a problem if you don't talk, or if there are a lot of people talking."

Su Mian was playing cards in the casino, and there was a lot of shouting inside, but that was no problem.

Song Yu finally kept his mouth free for a while: "Don't answer the question."

When two or three people are talking, people will involuntarily pick up the conversation as soon as there is a sound. However, when playing cards in a casino, what they shout out is either the cards or their own excitement and frustration. Very few people will pick up what others are saying.

Gu Beiqi nodded: "We will lure the spiritual creature out at night. The best is to make it show traces, and the worst is to lure it to the west."

The west side is desolate, and it is better for spirits to wander there than to wander here.

Everyone nodded in unison, calmed down, stopped being dissatisfied with the food, and started chewing vigorously. The only sound left on the table was swallowing.

The Xu family looked particularly dull under the scorching sun, and heart-wrenching cries could be heard from time to time, making the heat even more suffocating.

Xu Ling has not yet grown up, so she does not decorate the mourning hall, does not enter the ancestral graves, and cannot even hang anything white. She only puts it in a thin coffin and sends it directly to Jinfeng Temple for placement.

The clothes on her body have been replaced by new ones, but she has no shoes on her feet.

The death of an unmarried woman is something that scares many people. They believe that the dead woman is incomplete as a minor and will be full of resentment after death, turning into a ghost and chasing after living people.

So take off her shoes to defuse it.

When the sun goes down, the servants of the family will carry the thin coffin away. Even the parents cannot bury it, so as not to aggravate the child's sins in the underworld.

While everyone was eating and drinking, Xu Mo quietly entered the room where the coffin was parked. This was the empty room they used to attract ghosts.

The coffin lid has been closed, but the coffin nails have not been driven in yet.

He pushed the lid open with great effort, touched Xu Ling's cold face, then took out a pair of embroidered shoes from his arms and put them on Xu Ling.

These shoes are still a new pair, but there is a big ball of ink on the upper surface, which was made by Xu Mo when he fought with her.

Two brothers and sisters, they are really good when they are good, but when they fight, they are really fighting to death.

He put on Xu Ling's shoes and was about to put the lid on the coffin with difficulty when suddenly a thin voice came from the door: "Don't lid it."

Song Yu squatted at the door, biting a piece of grass in his mouth, looking at him with a smile, while Su Mian stood behind Song Yu with his hands folded, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and yawned like a boss.

Xu Mo felt embarrassed as if he had done something bad and was caught again: "Let me take a look. I'm just afraid that my sister will get cold without wearing shoes."

He thought Song Yu would tie him up again, after all, he had done something to attract ghosts again.

However, Song Yu didn't even raise his eyelids, as if the dead should have worn shoes, and ordered Xu Mo: "Give me that peach."

Xu Mo took one for her and hesitated: "There is a curfew tonight, what are you going to do?"

Song Yu "clicked" and bit off a large piece of the peach: "Don't be too curious."

Xu Mo asked again: "Why isn't the lid closed?"

Song Yu had already eaten half of the peach, threw a charm into the coffin, and then asked Su Mian to cover it.

She said it was chilly in the room, and there was a shadow on the body in the coffin. It was a little thing that was afraid of the spiritual beings wandering outside and hid inside.

After leaving the peach core behind, she and Su Mian went to bed again and didn't get up until Xu.

At the end of the "day period", the people in the yamen beat the drums, and the drums were played behind closed doors for a total of [-] times. After the drums were closed, no one was allowed to go out except for illness, life, and death.

No entry or exit is allowed until the door drum is sounded at five o'clock.

The setting sun has not yet set, reflecting a blood-red color. The sound of the drums is like a sudden rain, and the sound is very rapid, one after another, spreading throughout the entire Fengxiang Mansion.

The last drum beat died down, dusk ended, and night began to fall.

As soon as the sky turned dark, Gu Beiqi, Wen Wen, and Wang Zhan walked from east to north, and then to the west gate. Song Yu, Su Mian, and He Shen walked from south to west.

The six people moved separately and dived into the darkness. Whether they could encounter the spirit depended on their luck.

Even after the curfew, people who are not afraid of death still come out on the streets. Bad gamblers will have itchy hands if they don't gamble for a day.

A fat man carefully climbed over the fence and pulled the other thin man over: "Okay, why is the curfew?"

"The devil knows." The thin man also turned over, and suddenly saw several figures walking this way, and was startled.

He pointed at the three people who came: "That's not the night watchman, is it? Have you brought the prescription?"

Bring a prescription with you. If you are asked and asked to get the medicine, you will not be fined.

The fat man took a sharp look and said, "No way. There are no such short people in the yamen. I think he might be a thief. Look at that long and thin man. It looks like he has the skills of a thief."

The thin man took a closer look and saw that it really looked like a wall and a roof, and his body was as soft as a trouser belt.

"It's better to do less than to do more. It's more important to win money quickly."

The two of them left in a hurry. The fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead and heard the thin man next to him say: "I don't know how much I can win today."

He waved his hand: "It must be a massacre."

As soon as the words were spoken, the person fell to the ground with a "bang".

The thin man had already walked out several steps, and when he heard the sound of him falling, he quickly turned around and asked, "Hey, what's the matter with you?"

There was no answer from the people on the ground, and the night was deathly silent, so quiet that it was scary.

(End of this chapter)