unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 50 Night Owl
After the cooing sound, a night owl landed on the wall.

The second, third, and fourth night owl landed one after another, making a gloomy cry and looking down at everyone with cold eyes.

There are mourning birds, but no mourning.

Did someone die and no one found out?

Su Mian saw that she was looking at something strangely, and asked, "What are you looking at? Do you really have your eyes open?"

Song Yu said nonsense: "Yes, he is such a big ghost. He has no clothes on and is wandering around on the wall naked."

As soon as these words came out, Su Mian's thoughts couldn't help but twist: "Is it a male ghost or a female ghost?"

It seems that the ghost is not the important point, but whether it is a man or a woman is.

Song Yu added to his lies: "Looking at the face, he looks like a female ghost, but from other aspects, he seems to be a male ghost. In short, he is neither male nor female, neither male nor female."

Just as Su Mian was about to laugh, she suddenly realized that the bastard was secretly mocking him, and immediately hit her on the head.

"Ouch," because he was wearing a Taoist robe, Song Yu couldn't act like a troublemaker, so he could only curse delicately and gently: "You fucking don't want to live anymore."

Wang Zhan sighed and took these two people who were thousands of miles away from the topic to perform rituals.

The legal affairs went well.

Wang Zhan was responsible for making cups and cups to measure good and bad luck, Song Yu was responsible for reciting mantras that were full of Buddhism and Taoism, and Su Mian was responsible for burning paper.

After it was over, all three parties were satisfied.

On one side is Mian Yuanjie, who thinks that evil spirits have been exorcised, on the other side is Song Yu and the others who have received silver coins, and on the other side is Ye Xiao, because this ritual is of no use to them.

Such comprehensive religious services are rare in the world.

Song Yu collected the money and asked Lao Ding: "Why didn't you go to the Hongqiao side to sell cakes?"

The sesame pancakes and scallion pancakes made by Lao Ding were so crispy and fragrant that she was craving for them.

"I'll go in two days," Old Ding sighed. "Li Ermi is dead. I'll help in Caihe."

"He's dead." Song Yu's eyes darkened, "Has anything happened here recently?"

Lao Ding wanted to say it was okay, but as he spoke, he remembered something: "Widow Li and her son were lost. They are next door to the Dou family. The Xiang Office came to see them."

Song Yu thought, but it was all in vain. Apart from flattering the three bald men, he was a piece of shit the rest of the time.

She wanted to take a look.

As soon as Lao Ding and Wang Zhan left, she took Su Mian over.

Passing by Dou Lao'er's house, it was also quiet inside. Song Yu glanced inside and didn't see Dou Lao'er holding the wax man and sunbathing.

Wondering in her heart, she opened Widow Li's door.

As soon as it was pushed open, countless "coo-coo" sounds came from inside.

The night owls all over the yard were fluttering and flying, and the darkness covered them all, covering up the sun.

Su Mian couldn't see it, but felt a cold wind blowing past his face, rolling his clothes and hair behind his back, as if hundreds of birds were taking off from his robes.

Along with the cold wind, there was also an indescribable smell.

It was like a putrid smell emanating from piles of dead rats, mixed with the suffocating smell of blood, and the coldness brought about by the presence of dark things.

The smell hit his nostrils, like a tangible weapon, and the person who hit him took two steps back.

After the night owl flew up, it fell down again.

Song Yu pinched his nose and walked in a circle.

Nothing at all.

No traces of corpses, flesh and blood, or mutilated limbs were left behind, only the smell of death lingered.

Needless to say, it must be the spirit that is causing trouble.

And with so many night owls following them, this spiritual creature must have eaten a lot along the way.

At present, the spiritual creature is missing, and it is unknown where it has wandered, and there is no way to track it.

However, The Night Owl persists for a long time and is never good.

There are many elderly people living in Mian Yuan Street, and the yin energy brought by night owl will make them die faster.

Song Yu took out the mirror spirit, avoided himself and Su Mian, and looked into the yard. The night owl sensed the danger and swarmed into the ground.

Its speed is so fast that it makes people dumbfounded.

Song Yu, holding the mirror, wished he could throw a handful of rice everywhere to see if he could draw them out again.

And because Su Mian didn't see Ye Xiao, looking at Song Yu's dumb look, he laughed half to death in his heart.

Song Yu walked home helplessly. When he was about to arrive, Su Mian suddenly slapped his head: "I forgot."

Zhong Liqing is still waiting for them.

On such a cold day, they took their time on the road, eating and drinking, but left Zhong Liqing here and almost froze to death.

Moreover, Zhong Liqing is a bit weird and can't stand chaos.

He wanted to go inside the house to get out of the cold, but after just opening the door and taking a look, he felt the urge to tear down the entire house and rebuild it again.

The bedding on the bed was crumpled into a ball, and the table was a mess, filled with knickknacks.

So he retreated again and again, as if there was a monster in the room, until he retreated into the yard, where he drank in the cold wind for a long time.

While he was eating his Shiquan Dabu Pills with the hot tea bought by Kang Ming, he was shaking in the wind and thinking like a mess in his mind.

Finally came to a conclusion.

It seems that the ancients said it right, a golden nest and a silver nest are not as good as your own doghouse.

When Song Yu and Su Mian opened the door, his face had turned blue and white from the cold.

Seeing him like this, Song Yu, the culprit, felt so guilty that he could hardly lift his head, and felt that Zhong Liqing was simply a little dull.

Will he just keep waiting like this if they don't come back?
"Are you okay?" she asked cautiously.

Zhong Liqing answered her with a sneeze.

Su Mian immediately acted like the master of the house: "Let's change our clothes, eat the pot, and get rid of the cold."

Song Yu nodded desperately: "Yes, yes, eat that, warm up, now it's time to eat the pot."

So Kang Ming drove the carriage again and transported the three of them to their destination in the cold wind.

For hotpot, go to Yang Fu Ji by Longjin Bridge. Compared to the more complicated ones in Fan Lou, this place only serves mutton.

If you want to eat mutton pot, this is your first choice.

"Man, I want two or two meters of wine and a pot of mutton soup."

Song Yu was familiar with the road and found a seat by the window. It was best to sit here. When someone was selling ice bowls of lychees below, he could just carry a bowl directly from the window in a basket.

The waiter stood there blankly, stunned as he looked at Zhong Liqing who had taken off his hat and cloak.

Zhong Liqing was pale and handsome in the heat, but his face was expressionless, like a statue.

"Dude, wake up." Su Mian patted him.

The waiter woke up and turned around to see Song Yu again.

Logically speaking, Song Yu was a familiar customer, but he didn't know why he stayed again.

Song Yu was sitting in the corner, her clothes were black, and her two extremely dark eyes were hidden in the darkness, giving her a strange appearance.

Not a ghost, but not a human either.

"Buddy?" Su Mian, who was the only normal person, patted the buddy again.

"Good job, let's set up a table!" The waiter really woke up and shouted loudly.

Bo Xia Gong is the elegant name of the pot.

The waves clear the river and the snow blows, and the wind blows and the evening glows. It means that the hot soup in the pot is rolling like snow-white river waves. After the meat is brushed inside, it becomes the color of the sunset.

It must be good quality mutton to be worthy of this nickname.

The meat hasn't been served yet, but just listening to these three words, Song Yu is already salivating and is about to take a bite of Su Mian.

(End of this chapter)