Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 367 Reunion of old friends

Choose one?

But whether it’s the Zhangzuo family ghost or the Wutong God, what’s the point of choosing?

Moreover, it is a 'recommendation'.

What happened when Half Eye introduced me to Yang Jinhua was really a painful lesson.

Now that I know the other person's flaws and still jump in, then I really have become a short-sighted person.

I shook my head:

"Thank you, but don't bother. Before I know it, it's getting dark and it's time for me to leave."

The Zhangzuo family ghost showed a regretful expression at the right time, and seven or eight eyes inside the door blinked at the same time. The scene was really weird:
"Alright alright."

"Then let me tell you another news."

Why is this like squeezing out toothpaste, endless?
Every time you leave, tell me a message?
The Zhangzuo family ghost seemed to see through my heart and muttered:
"They're close, very close."

"One of my children heard someone asking for your name downstairs."

"It was a young man wearing a track suit and a rosary on his wrist."

"It's daylight and someone is coming to find you."

Young man, sportswear, rosary beads.
Willing to run for the reward for those angry 'beasts' who lost their dumplings
Almost instantly, I remembered someone——

"Lao Xu said earlier that he met a young 'master', and he was the one who could make his wife reveal her true form by tapping him on the shoulder?"

If I remember correctly, that master seemed to be very greedy for money.

I opened my mouth to ask, but after hearing this, the ghost from Zhangzuo's family was completely confused:
"what?"

"Who?"

"I do not know?"

He asked questions three times in confusion, looking really confused.

Only then did I vaguely remember that Lao Xu and I were talking in the elevator -

The elevator does have a door.

But that door is not open!

The Zhangzuo family ghost did not open the door and could not enter that space. Naturally, he did not hear the conversation between me and Lao Xu. He did not know who pointed out Lao Xu and saw through the true face of talking about having a wife.

He had never heard any rumors about that master, nor had he ever seen the so-called master with real talent and knowledge, so he would definitely not be able to recognize him.

The Zhangzuo family ghost held it in for a long time and continued to mutter:
"A rather handsome little boy, with a look that women from eighty years old to eight months old will like, but is destined to be ostracized by men."

"You just see him and you know it's his."

"Besides, just look at his hands."

"A rosary, how obvious it is."

Originally, I thought I could take the rosary beads, but it was destined to be difficult to hide the face, so I asked more questions.

But if the other party is indeed as handsome as Zhang Zuo's ghost said, then he will naturally stand out among the crowd, enough to exclude many people.

I really have to leave.

If I stay here any longer, the other party will probably come straight to my face.

The Zhangzuo family ghost was reluctant to leave. He opened his mouth several times, but no words came out.

I don't know why he is so entangled in advocating 'destiny', but if I think about it carefully, I can guess something.

There is a high probability that the ghosts of Zhangzuo's family will be born in the army, and they have been waiting for an opportunity to become a land.

But seeing that all my friends have achieved enlightenment, I am getting weaker and weaker.
I can only drink and chat with a depressed neighbor in a neighborhood full of gloom, and wait for the other party to bring me food.
Who is not sad?
Who doesn’t follow the expectations of the public and the destiny of destiny?
I hope too, very much.

I vaguely guessed that I had revealed the real names of him and Kinoshita Saburo, which gave the Zhangsao family ghosts long-lost expectations.
But I, I am not the real destiny girl, but the three-yin destiny girl.

When I learned about this fate pattern, I also learned about other fate patterns, such as fate intersecting the flower canopy, green dragon crouching in the shape, and eight special fortunes. These are all famous fate patterns. The one that had the deepest impact on me was a fate named 'Tianding Furnace Ashes'.

Ashes does not mean contempt. This name means that the person with this zodiac sign is like a grain of ashes left in Lao Jun's elixir furnace. The journey will be smooth and smooth, with great blessings, full of spiritual food, and loved ones. .

If you tell me this, nine out of ten people will be envious, and there is one person who is particularly envious.

Envyable, useless.

It's useless.

I sighed, avoided the expectant gaze of Zhang Zuo's ghost, turned around and went downstairs.

My steps were very steady. When I stepped on the solid ground, I suddenly realized that the sky outside was already bright.

The sun tilted down from the dome, but it couldn't shine on me because the gate was surrounded by a cordon.

The body has disappeared, but the suspicious blood and meat on the ground are still there.
Apparently it wasn't shoveled cleanly.

I took one look, then looked away, and walked out along the path beside the road.

"Little white girl."

A gentle voice sounded from behind me, accompanied by a familiar woody fragrance that I hadn't smelled in a long time.

I turned my head and looked at the familiar figure behind me whose outline was blurred by the sunlight. It took me a while to realize who the other person was:
"It's taboo for public to lose."

Gong Shuji is the Gong Shuji who has light eyebrows and looks like a landscape painting.

It was Gong Shuji who made urns for the hundreds of ghost babies in the cave behind Wanyao.

It was Gong Shuji who came to help me despite my father's orders that day when I was taken to the grave by the Hu brothers.

He was also one of the two Gongshu clansmen who came to Wanyaoshan Village to kill my second uncle a long, long time ago.

It’s been a long time since we last saw him, but he still looks as handsome as ever, and he looks a bit like what the ghosts of Zhang Zuo’s family say, that women love and men are jealous of.

But I don’t know when, there was a string of wooden rosary beads on my wrist.

It turns out that the person behind the ghost story in Zhangzuo's family is not a so-called master, but Gong Shuji.

Gong Shuji nodded slightly and smiled softly:
"It's me, little white girl."

"Long time no see, are you okay?"

I didn’t hide anything in particular, I said bluntly:
"You wouldn't come to me if I was okay, right?"

The well-proportioned man opposite kept looking at me, but did not come closer:

"it seems to be like this."

"You made a big noise. Not only Shucheng, but also Wangcheng heard about it. Many people are looking for you."

"I heard your name and came here overnight."

When I heard this, I frowned and said:

"A lot of people are looking for me?"

"Yang Jinhua kills people and uses that kind of meat to make dumplings. Many people should know it by now, right?"

"In the past few decades, these so-called 'many people' didn't care no matter how many lives they lost. Now that Yang Jinhua is dead, you are just popping up like mushrooms after a rain?"

"Have you ever eaten Huichun dumplings? Or do you also think it's a pity that Yang Jinhua died?"

"Gong Shuji, when we were parted last time, you didn't bring the rosary with you, but now, do you also feel uneasy about your conscience?"

I meant that as a pun.

The smile on Gong Shuji's always warm face seemed to pause for a moment.

I could clearly see Gong Shuji’s dark and black face running around all night.

He seemed to be smiling all the time, and only when he wasn't smiling did he look a little tired.

After a long time, he said:
"An angry person needs an outlet to vent."