unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 53
A middle-aged man coughed loudly and refused to let go of the topic: "Did you really hear the birds chirping? Why didn't I hear it at all?"

"Uncle Man, just pretend, you, the consumptive ghost, will be the first to hear any ghost noises." The prostitute teased.

Uncle Man deceived himself: "I just have a cough. It's not like I'm going to die. It's normal if I can't hear."

The prostitute was very unhappy: "You bastard, I heard it too. Is it possible that I'm going to die?"

The young man with six fingers muttered: "This place has been haunted for a long time. It's not just a matter of a few birds chirping."

"Ghosts? There are only poor ghosts here?" Uncle Man sneered at such words.

Liu Zhi'er muttered: "Really, haven't you heard of that fire? This turned out to be a mass grave."

The prostitute interrupted him and scratched the red bayberry sore on her body: "Who knows, otherwise the inner city will be uninhabitable, why no one comes to live here."

This scratch was seen clearly by Zhong Liqing. Although it was not a table, he felt that the big sore had broken through the boundaries between tables and was invisibly coming towards him.

He didn't even dare to breathe too hard.

Seeing that everyone didn't believe it, Liu Zhi'er said anxiously: "Don't believe it, this thing is true. The fire was simply a will-o'-the-wisp, my grandmother saw it with her own eyes!"

"Ghost fire?"

Everyone listened with open ears.

Liuzhier became more excited: "On the night of the fire, my grandmother happened to pass by that place. She said that the fire was very cold and the color was wrong. It seemed to be blue. She ate the bones in the mass grave."

"By the way, the year the fire broke out was the first year of Tianyuan. Didn't your grandmother die of illness that year?" The tea stall owner was an old acquaintance of Liu Zhi'er's family.

"Yes, I was ten years old at that time and I remember it clearly. Do you know how my grandmother died?"

Liu Zhi'er lowered his voice a little lower, as if he was afraid that a ghost would come to his door.

Song Yu and Su Mian had to stretch their necks to avoid hearing unclearly.

"My grandmother didn't die of illness at all," Liu Zhi'er shivered first. "I saw it really clearly. First, ashes came out of her mouth, and then her whole body turned into ashes."

"Really?" The prostitute put down her skirt and suddenly felt a little cold.

"Then can I talk nonsense? I saw it with my own eyes." Liu Zhi'er was very satisfied that he had become the focus of everyone.

Uncle Man disagreed with what he said: "I heard that some experts were driving away the mourning birds. That night the mourning birds screamed like crazy. The entire West City heard it. The screams were so shrill and shrill that they were not heard here for more than ten years. I’ve seen birds chirping.”

"Fart, why didn't I hear it?" The prostitute scratched her again.

Every time she scratched herself, Zhong Liqing's body trembled and her whole body tensed up.

"You've never slept with anyone in your bed. You can't hear anything except the sound of money," the tea stall owner joked, "But I didn't hear it that night. Maybe only people who are weak can see this thing."

Song Yu's inner voice is not because he is physically weak, but can only be heard by people who are about to die.

This prostitute's life is short-lived.

The prostitute's face suddenly changed: "Listen."

"Cuckoo."

It was the sound of birds chirping.

But no one seemed to hear it except her.

No, Zhong Liqing also heard it. Before he could react, Song Yu had already pinched his fingers and pressed them on his forehead.

She closed her eyes and concentrated, and recited the Taoist mantra to open the eyes of the sky in her heart. When she opened her eyes again, she saw the night owl overwhelming the sky.

As the sky became darker and darker, they folded their wings and landed everywhere, staring at every living person with their huge pupils, and greedily devouring the air of death and decay.

Someone is dying.

"If something happens, you go back first, so that I won't be distracted." Song Yu quietly took Su Mian's rolling pin.

"Be careful, 36 Stratagems." Su Mian pulled Zhong Liqing to stand up.

"The best strategy is to leave." Song Yu responded.

The big white cat's fur exploded and let out a sharp cry. The sky was already cold and gloomy, but when it barked again, everyone was startled.

Several people looked over and saw Su Mian and Zhong Liqing leaving in a hurry, while Song Yu sat there as if facing a formidable enemy, without taking a sip of tea.

The female prostitute was already terrified when she heard the birdsong, but now she was so frightened that she cursed her mother directly.

"Little bastard, hurry up and get your shitty cat out of your arms!"

The big white cat watched a night owl land on the prostitute's shoulder, looked at him with dark eyes without any light, and let out another long cry.

It hates night owls.

But if you are not afraid, you are disgusted.

When it screamed, even the tea boss's hands shook.

"Damn cat, forget it, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you here, I'm off to do business." The female prostitute pinched her collar, got up and left.

She was actually very scared. When she walked, she stared at the ground and walked very fast, wishing she could escape to a place where no one could see her.

"Cuckoo. Cuckoo"

The sound of birds chirping followed her, more than she had heard before, and it was so noisy that other sounds could not be heard.

Even this voice rang in her ears, clear and cold.

What did the cat see?
It is said that cat eyes are yin and yang eyes, and they can see things that others cannot see. If it barks at itself, could it be that there is something on itself?
The prostitute couldn't help but look back.

In the dark sky, Song Yu was black and white, with no other colors on his body. His eyes were so big and scary, not to mention that there was a red thread tied to his left hand, and the other end of the thread was the fat cat.

The cat stared at her with intense eyes.

The prostitute was so frightened that she accidentally fell down. Because she was too frightened, the three fires on the living body were quickly extinguished.

The yang energy disappeared and the yin energy grew. Suddenly her eyes went dark and she saw night owls all over the ground.

Looking back, he saw the night owls sitting on his back, seemingly pecking at his flesh.

"Ah! Go away!"

She got up, plucked up the courage to curse twice, and then spat on the ground.

There seemed to be fewer birds.

But this was her illusion. The birds were still the same, and there were more and more of them. It was just that when she got braver, she couldn't see so many.

Song Yu was still following her.

The two entered a dilapidated room, one cat behind the other, and there was nothing in the room except a bed.

The prostitute saw Song Yu following her silently, and the big white cat was also furry, staring at her so hard that she was almost scared out of her mind.

She pushed Song Yu out, closed the door with a "snap", and cursed vulgarly.

"The hair hasn't even grown yet, so I want to sell it! You're a dog! Get away!"

There were no lights and no windows in the room, so it became extremely dark in an instant, and a clear cry came from the darkness.

"goo"

Song Yu and the cat outside are not the scariest, most frightening unknown.

A huge hand stretched out from the darkness, grabbed the prostitute, and then with a click, fresh food with white bones sticking out was stuffed into her mouth.

No trace is left behind, everything is under the control of this hand.

(End of this chapter)