After returning to the apartment, it was almost dawn. The old cat probably felt that he had lost too much blood just now, so he was sitting on the sofa eating dates.
I glanced at him and said with a faint smile: "What kind of dates should I eat? If I didn't go to rest quickly after being injured, I thought you were here to help my aunt."
The old cat rolled his eyes, put down the Hotan jujube, and lit another cigarette. It seemed that this guy wasn't actually very concerned about his body. He glanced at me sideways and asked, "Has it been taken care of?"
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I nodded and said: "After interrogating for a long time, I finally got out some useful information. You guessed it right. These killers were indeed cultivated by Mr. Feng Ming. They were originally professional killers, but now they have become Feng Ming."
Mr. Ming’s personal lackey.”
As soon as Dahuang heard that there was key information, he quickly slipped out of the bedroom and asked, "Huh? Is there any important news? Please tell me quickly."
I nodded and said, "That's right. When Mr. Fengming and Monk Xuanji came here this time, they not only brought the Yin people, but also a team of killers. However, there were not many people in this team, except for the little man.
In addition to the killer, there is also the man who stabbed Lao Mao. By the way, there is also the man in black hoodie that Lao Mao and I saw standing downstairs just now. He is also one of them."
The old cat nodded and asked, "How capable are they?"
I said: "The short killer and the killer who stabbed you should be just ordinary killers, but the man in the black hoodie is obviously more powerful. I heard from the short killer that that guy seems to be raising a kid?"
"Little ghost? Gumantong?" Dahuang asked, tilting his head.
But the old cat waved his hand and said: "No, the imp and the Gumantong are not the same thing."
When I heard this, I found that Old Cat was really knowledgeable and knew a lot about these things. He quickly asked, "Old Cat, tell me?"
The old cat nodded, took another puff of cigarette, showed an inscrutable look, and said: "Then let's talk about it. Things like imps are generally believed to have originated from Thailand. In fact, this is not correct. The world of imps
They are found everywhere. You should also know by now that the earlier a person dies, the more violent he is, and the more likely he is to gain more abilities and spiritual power... So imps are often very evil. Of course, this evil involves
When it comes to many conditions, being young is only one aspect and cannot be too one-sided."
I nodded.
The old cat added: "The soul of a kid, or a child who died in infancy or was stillborn, is condensed into a Buddhist amulet, and with the blessing of an eminent monk, it becomes the Gumantong, also known as the Golden Boy. This is the
The most popular Gumantong in Thailand, or it can also be called the Golden Boy. The production process of the Golden Boy is very rigorous. The evil spirits, evil spirits and other elements that are not very good are removed from the little ghost, leaving only the positive ones.
Spiritual power, only those who have been blessed by eminent monks are Gumantong. This is the difference between an imp and Gumantong."
It suddenly dawned on me that this was the real Gumantong. I thought about it and then asked, "Where's that kid?"
The old cat said: "Compared to Gumantong, the little ghost is a wild ghost, which means it retains the original flavor of the fierce ghost. It is not like Gumantong who gets rid of all the bad evil spirits. In this way
, the imp's psychic power will be more powerful and more terrifying. If you worship the imp, the rewards will be greater, but of course, the corresponding risks will be higher."
After a pause, the old cat said: "By the way, you should know a lot of gossip. Do you know that there are often news on the Internet about celebrities in the entertainment industry raising little devils?"
Dahuang nodded and said: "Oh, I know about this. What's wrong? Does it have anything to do with this? Are they raising Gumantong or a kid?"
The old cat smiled and said: "There is too much content here, and the water is too deep. I can't explain it in a few words, but they are very complicated. They raise everything, and there are many people who get backlash. Of course, I am not here.
I won’t go into details here.”
I nodded and asked: "Then... since Mr. Jiang is raising a kid?"
The old cat said: "Since Mr. Jiang in the black hood is raising a kid, he must be much more difficult to deal with than the ordinary Gumantong, so if we fight against him, we must be careful."
Dahuang asked doubtfully: "But Old Cat, that's not right. No matter how powerful the kid is, it should still be considered a ghost, right? Can it be more powerful than the ghosts in the Xu family? More powerful than the ghosts in the underground palace?"
The old cat shook his head and said: "No, you are wrong. The little ghosts also have a name, which is spirit boys. In fact, they are special individuals with psychic physiques and are not ghosts."
"It's not a ghost?" Dahuang was completely confused, and I was a little confused. I didn't expect that this little ghost was not really a ghost... Now it seems that the white, gray, black, red and blue that were used to evaluate the abilities of ghosts are no longer applicable to little ghosts, and
Now it is difficult for me to intuitively see Mr. Jiang’s ability.
"Old Cat, you are so amazing and know so much." I admired sincerely.
Old Mao smiled and said: "This is nothing. I have encountered many such things in Guangdong and Guangxi before, especially in Hong Kong and Macao, but there are not many of these people who know the business. After all, they will be busy when the time comes.
After a while, I can still tell you some gossip about the brats among these celebrities, which will surely open your eyes."
"Really?" I was intrigued by the old cat and asked quickly.
The old cat smiled and said, "When have I ever lied to you?"
After we finished talking about Mr. Jiang’s raising of the little ghost, it was almost dawn. The old cat was injured, so he went to rest early. Dahuang and I watched TV for a while, and Dahuang simply slept on the sofa.
I went back to my room to sleep. After all, the daytime made us feel more at ease and slept more soundly.
Although I fell asleep, I knew that Mr. Fengming and his team of assassins would not stop here and would definitely continue to come and assassinate us, especially now that He Kui is missing.
Sure enough, when it was about ten o'clock in the morning, a harsh phone ringing woke me up. I first realized that I had never heard such a ringing tone before, and then I looked down and remembered He Kui's cell phone.
The incoming order above showed a number, not a name in the address book. I was alert and quickly pressed the answer button, but no words were spoken.
"Akui? Why haven't you come back yet? Has something happened?" A thick voice shouted.
I can roughly guess that this person should be the 1.8-meter-ish man who stabbed the old cat, because his mouth clearly has a northern accent, and He Kui said that Mr. Jiang is from the Yunnan-Guizhou area.
This guy asked a few questions, but didn't hear my response. He seemed a little nervous. I heard his breathing become heavier.
I knew he would be able to guess something was wrong if I didn't speak, so I simply lowered my voice and said, "Where are you?"
Because I kept my voice very low, I could blur the timbre and accent so that the killer couldn't hear it.
Sure enough, the guy was a little fooled, and instead of doubting my identity, he asked: "Don't worry about where I am, where are you? I see that you haven't come back to deliver the work at all. Mr. Fengming has not recovered yet, so he is worried."
I'm waiting for your news. If we can't deal with those three people, can we let Mr. Jiang take action?"
"Otherwise... let Mr. Jiang take action, I'm afraid we can't handle it..." I lowered my voice and continued.
"What can't be done? I think you're holding me back. I stabbed that long-haired guy last night. If you had some energy, you could have killed at least one or two yesterday. Oh, what a hammer!"
The man inside seemed dissatisfied with He Kui's methods.
I was too lazy to argue with him, thinking that sooner or later I would have to retaliate against Lao Mao for this stabbing. Looking at the phone, I continued to lower my voice and said, "Forget it, let Mr. Jiang do it. I can't do it anymore."
"Akui, this is not your style?" The man seemed to sense that something was wrong: "You just gave up the credit to Lao Jiang?"
"Oh... I can't help it, I still want to live." I whispered.
"Damn! Why did you become such a coward overnight? I am really blind to cooperate with you. Since you said so, I will let Lao Jiang take action tonight. Don't regret it then.
!" The man said angrily, somewhat hating that iron could not become steel.
"Okay, what time is it tonight?" I asked in a low voice.