unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 58
Aunt Dou was stunned for a moment, and then she turned back to the kitchen as calmly as if nothing had happened.

"Master Xiao Song, sit down and have a cup of tea. I'll fry some rice. Put less salt. I don't like salty food."

"When you bury the person, put the wax figure in it too." Song Yu muttered, and then hurriedly left the scene like a thief who was discovered before committing a theft.

After exiting Mian Yuan Street, she took a deep breath.

Spirits are different from people.

People are not just human beings, they are parents, children, husbands and wives.

The unscrupulous people in the outer city are philistine, stingy, and cruel. They are rotten fish and shrimps lingering in the cracks. They are garbage, but they are also human beings.

Even a prostitute with red bayberry sores is still someone else's daughter.

The death of one person often affects the grief and sorrow of several people.

Feitian probably no longer regards people as human beings, but as pork on the chopping board. He feeds them to the spirits if he wants to, and cleans them if he wants to clean them.

She went back without much interest. When she opened the door, she saw the big white cat tied to the door like a dog. The pity in her heart immediately disappeared, and she immediately stepped forward to ravage it.

"Shit Ball, I'm back!"

The big white cat was hopeless and wanted to struggle - but Song Yu was so aggressive and grinning that he didn't dare to disobey, so he could only half-close his eyes and let him rub him.

After Song Yu finished petting the cat, he shouted to Lao Su: "Lao Su! Lao Su! I'm back!"

Lao Su had a rich night life and was not at home, leaving only a basket of sesame sesame cakes on the table.

Song Yu ate a mouthful of saliva, and then poured two glasses of rice wine, one for the big white cat and one for himself.

The big white cat drank a cup and was carried by Song Yu to bed. Unable to bear her oppression, the big white cat ran to Su Mian's room and left a map on his bed.

Li Waining returned home in the dark, lit a lamp and took a look at his son's room.

The son woke up in a daze: "Dad, did you buy me some candy?"

Li Waining tucked him into the bed: "Why don't you eat sweets at night? Go to bed quickly. I can make a lot of money by selling some bad medicine."

He himself yawned, blew out the light, and went to sleep on a cold bed outside. After a while, he felt a blur in front of his eyes, as if an oil lamp was lit again.

"Son, are you up at night?" He asked in a low voice, but there was no answer. His son had fallen asleep again.

Could it be that he didn't turn on the lamp?

How could he remember to blow it?

He opened his eyes in confusion and saw that the oil lamp on the table was indeed on, and the firelight danced, casting a faint shadow on the wall.

Li Waining sat up wrapped in a quilt and sneezed first, feeling extremely cold.

The room seemed to be colder than when he first came back. There was a leak on the wall next to the bed. It had been damp and moldy all year round, and now a thin layer of frost had actually formed.

He didn't look carefully, he just wanted to blow out the lamp so as not to waste the oil.

But halfway through, he suddenly stopped and felt that the room suddenly became a cemetery, filled with coldness and ghosts.

The light of that lamp turned out to be blue.

Even though it burned brightly, it was still scary.

Yes, it's a will-o'-the-wisp.

Li Waining suddenly remembered what Song Yu had said, and began to tremble crazily. He jumped up and retreated back to the bed. He grabbed the quilt tightly with both hands, gritted his teeth, and stared at the light.

He couldn't be afraid, his son was still sleeping inside.

I can't be afraid in my mind, but my body is acting on its own. I want to recite a few words of Bodhisattva's blessing, but when I open my mouth, my teeth chatter and grind in my mouth. I break out in a cold sweat, and my hair is so scared that it stands on end. .

He trembled, scared to death, and then watched the fire disappear again.

The whole Bianjing was swaying with such flames, wandering around, hungry for something to eat.

Some people thought it was a candle and went to blow it out. The flame penetrated into the skin and was so cold that it caused people to cough.

Ashes floated from the people's mouths and fell to the ground, but no one paid attention.

Su Mian came back the next morning. He used a honey trap and emptied the dandy's money bag at the card table in the evening. He came back in the morning with a basket full of pork, green onions and meat buns.

"Song Yu, breakfast is here for you, I'm going to bed!"

He washed his face and went to sleep. As soon as he touched the bed, he cursed loudly and fired a sharp blade from his mouth, scolding Song Yu until he was completely injured.

The big white cat yawned and coquettishly wanted to act coquettishly, but Su Mian tied him with a rope at the door to reflect.

It was not until noon that the two of them and the cat finally woke up. Su Mian was smelling like cat urine while sleeping, and he picked up Song Yu and scolded her again.

Song Yu was afraid of being beaten, and frowned: "I'm innocent, it's the dung ball that wants to drink."

Su Mian was a little dumbfounded after hearing this: "Dung Ball? Who?"

The big white cat barked very embarrassedly.

Su Mian slapped Song Yu on the head: "You really think of yourself as a dung beetle! Why don't you call yourself a dung ball when you return it to a dung beetle!"

Song Yu pinched his nose and said, "You can call it whatever you want. Go and wash it off. It smells too strong."

Su Mian fell backwards in anger and almost died of a stroke.

When the storm calmed down and the sisterly love returned, Su Mian held the big white cat with one hand and was supported by Song Yu with the other like a little eunuch, and drove out.

Song Yu is going to Xiangong Office to check the files of Netherworld Fire.

The File Decryption Department does not have it, it should be kept at the Xiang Gong Office.

Although Daozang said he would solve it, she still had to figure out why the Nether Fire was sleeping before.

When the person on duty saw Song Yu, he yawned instead of greeting him.

Song Yu took out the token: "Decryption Department Song Yu, check something."

Before the person on duty could say anything, the three bald men showed up annoyingly.

He didn't see Su Mian, only saw Song Yu with a big fat cat that was as annoying as her. He rolled his eyes and became excited.

Instead of fighting with force, fight with words.

"Hey, why are you alone today? If you want to check something, you have to write some information first. Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot that you can't read, so your trip today may be in vain."

Song Yu gave way, letting out Su Mian who was scraping mud from the soles of his shoes: "You haven't been beaten these days, right?"

Su Mian turned around and smiled, very easy-going, she was also a beautiful girl today.

The three-bald man shivered.

Before he even took action, he started to feel pain in his skin.

Fighting with Song Yu was a trivial matter like pulling your hair and scratching your back, but Su Mian was different. You didn't even know he had a stick hidden somewhere, and he could give you a Buddha head when he pulled it out.

He retreated silently: "For Lord Li Bi's sake, I will make an exception for you to check. If you tear a piece of paper, you will not survive. Do you hear me?"

Song Yu chased after him and shouted: "Don't leave, come and beat me to death!"

The third bald man slipped away quickly: "You were waiting!"

Su Mian: "."

Song Yuqian was so outstanding, one in a million, and he always had the urge to beat her up.

The files in the Xiang Gong Office are densely packed and have one more room than the Decryption Department. They are almost all trivial matters and oolongs such as fights.

Really major cases will not be kept here, they will be submitted to the Third Division.

(End of this chapter)