To be honest, I didn't feel anything about killing an underworld judge.
After all, I have seen countless powerful Yin gods in the fantasy world, and I have even seen the battle between Ying Gou, the ancestor of zombies, and Ksitigarbha, and that Ying Gou is now in my body.
In comparison, this judge is really not worth mentioning.
Besides, he sneaked out of the underworld, so I'm not worried about any consequences if I kill him. But what disappoints me is that this guy doesn't have any treasures on him.
I clapped my hands, feeling a little annoyed, thinking that I was a judge, so why did I run out of the underworld empty-handed? It was so boring. I beat monsters in games and exploded equipment, but this guy didn't leave a hair behind.
"Lao Dao, clean up." I turned around and said to Lao Dao.
After hearing my words, the old man nodded quickly, picked out the clothes left by the guy, and then burned them.
Duanmuqing said hello and went back first.
I sat in the shop and couldn't help but frown. Although I don't know when the battle between Ksitigarbha and Yinggou happened, it definitely happened.
These two beings are both top bosses in the underworld. Why would they have a war?
And the judge who sneaked out of the underworld today made me vaguely feel that something was wrong. Could it be that something happened in the underworld?
But even though I am a yin shackles, I don’t know anything about the underworld at all. Moreover, I have been a yin shackles for so long. Except for this judge who sneaked out, I have never seen a single person from the underworld.
It stands to reason that I am a shady person, a civil servant of the underworld, and I have to meet with my superiors anyway, but I seem to have been forgotten by the underworld, which is a bit abnormal.
But I don't understand things about the underworld after all, so there's no point in thinking about it. It's better not to think about it.
"Excuse me, are there any talismans to ward off evil spirits for sale here?" At this moment, a boy's voice suddenly came from the door.
Hearing the sound, I turned around and saw a boy standing at the door, about fifteen or sixteen years old, asking us somewhat cautiously.
"I'm here to help people tell fortunes, and it's not a magic weapon shop. You're mistaken, kid, let's go." The old man said and walked towards the kid, waving as he walked.
But he just took two steps and stopped because he saw something was wrong with the child.
The old man stopped and glanced at the child's feet. The child had no shadow. He was a ghost!
The old Taoist turned around and glanced at me, his eyes seeming to say: Act quickly, business is coming.
In his opinion, this child was a ghost who came to visit the underworld.
The moment I heard the child's voice, I already felt a yin energy and knew that the child was not a living person.
After hearing what the old man said, the child had a hint of disappointment on his face, said thank you, and then turned around and left.
"Wait a minute, I have a evil-breaking talisman here that can drive away unclean things. Do you want it?" I said to him, then took out a talisman from my arms and walked towards him.
The little boy was stunned for a moment when he heard my voice, and then he nodded vigorously with joy on his face and said, "I want it."
I smiled and handed the talisman to him, and he reached out and took it.
Seeing this situation, I couldn't help but frown. This ghost is not afraid of talismans. What is the origin of it?
"Uncle, how much does this talisman cost?" the boy asked me holding the talisman paper.
"No money, I'll give it to you." I smiled at him, and then asked, "Can you tell me what you want the talisman for?"
The little boy looked up at me secretly and said in a low voice: "Our dormitory is haunted. I'm afraid, so I bought the talisman paper."
I laughed a little and thought it was interesting. You are obviously a ghost yourself and yet you are still afraid of ghosts.
"Can you tell me how to haunt someone?" I asked him.
The boy glanced at me, nodded, and said, "I am a student in No. 3 Middle School. Our school is a boarding school and we can only go home once every two weeks."
I nodded. I know Jishui No. 3 Middle School. It’s not far from where I live. How can I put it this way? This school is not considered a good school in Jishui City. The students there have relatively poor academic performance.
a little.
The boy told me that his name was Wang Yuhang and he was a second-year junior high school student.
My academic performance is not good, because I usually like to read novels when I have nothing to do. I am not allowed to use mobile phones in school, so I save my food money and rent books outside the school to read.
Our school is very strict. Teachers and dormitory wardens go to the dormitory every day to check the wards, so I always cover myself with a quilt when reading and read with a flashlight under the quilt.
Last night, in the dormitory, after turning off the lights and going to bed, I waited until after ten o'clock to start reading novels under the quilt, because the teacher and the dormitory supervisor would come to check the room once before ten o'clock, and basically stopped coming after ten o'clock.
That novel was very interesting. I was fascinated by it all at once. I read it for a long time, and I couldn’t hold it in until I got out of bed and went to the toilet. It was already past three in the morning.
There are six people in our dormitory and there is a separate bathroom. Although reading novels is very enjoyable, I feel sleepy when it is past three o'clock and I really can't hold on any longer, so after using the bathroom, I plan to go back to bed and sleep.
But as soon as I closed the toilet door, I heard several noises from outside.
Rub rub rub!
It was like the sound of leather shoes being dragged on the ground, and the sound was getting closer and closer, and it was coming towards us.
I quickly stood behind the door. There was a small window on our door. I could see outside and inside, so I squatted down a little.
Rub rub rub!
The sound of leather shoes outside got closer and closer, and then stopped at our door. I knew that the person was standing behind the door.
I knelt down and looked outside through the crack in the door below. There was a pair of brown leather shoes outside, with the toes pointed towards me. It was obvious that the person was standing at the door, looking at the situation inside the dormitory through the window.
I cursed, but I don’t know which teacher was so energetic and was doing ward rounds at three in the morning.
He was outside, and I didn't dare to move. I could only curl up and wait. Who knew that I had to wait for five or six minutes, but there was still no movement outside.
I felt a little strange. I couldn't figure out whether the person had left or not. I didn't dare to raise my head, so I had to lower my head and look. The shoes were still in place motionless.
I was a little annoyed and thought to myself, what kind of lunatic is this? Why did he come to our door and stand at our door without sleeping in the middle of the night?
I waited for a few more minutes, but there was still no movement outside. This time I was really a little annoyed. Most importantly, it was really uncomfortable to squat all the time.
I stood up all of a sudden. I knew that guy was outside the door. I could scare him so much. It was a kind of revenge. Who told him not to leave? Besides, even if I scared him, he would
I couldn't do anything, so I just said I had to go to the toilet.
But I raised my head and looked through the window. It was dark outside and there was no one at all.
This was beyond my expectation. Could it be that the teacher had left? I felt strange, but why didn't I hear the sound?
I squatted down reluctantly and looked out through the crack in the door. This almost scared me to death. The shoes were still in their original position and did not move at all.
I obviously saw no one outside, but why was there still a pair of shoes outside the door!
I was so frightened that I wondered if I had encountered a ghost.
But during class, the teacher said that there are no ghosts in this world. Someone must be playing a prank.
Thinking of this, I was no longer afraid. I walked to the door again and opened it.
A gust of cold wind blew in. There was nothing outside, and the pair of shoes was gone.
I was stunned for a moment. Looking at the empty and dark corridor, I felt cold all over. I didn't dare to stay any longer, so I quickly closed the door and climbed into bed.
The corridor outside our dormitory is very long. The man was clearly standing outside the door just now. There is no way he could disappear so quickly. And even if he ran away, he was wearing leather shoes. There was no way I wouldn't hear a sound!
I felt that I had probably encountered a ghost. I lay on the bed with my head covered, not daring to move. But the more scared I became, the more I couldn't sleep. I kept hearing the sound of scraping in the corridor outside, which was the sound of leather shoes being dragged.
Sounds from the ground.
Tick tock, tick tock!
I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly heard the sound of water outside. It must have been raining, because my bed was next to the window, so I could hear it raining.
Creak!
At this moment, I clearly heard the dormitory door being opened.
Rub rub rub!
The sound of leather shoes rang in our room, and then stopped in front of me.
I could clearly feel that there was a person standing in front of me, but I was so frightened that I covered my head and didn't dare to move at all.
The man tugged on my quilt, and I held it tightly. He didn't use much strength, so he didn't pull it away.
Unable to pull my quilt away, he just stood there silently. I don't know how long it took, but the sound of polishing shoes sounded again, but this time the sound got farther and farther away, and he walked out.
I covered my head and my whole body was wet with sweat. When I heard you and him go out, I finally let out a long breath. This scene was simply too scary.
boom!
Before I could fully relax, there was another loud noise outside the window, as if something fell on it and hit the clothes drying table outside.
I couldn't bear it any longer, so I lifted up the quilt and looked outside!
I saw that the clothes drying table outside had been smashed and twisted, and several stainless steel pipes were broken. A man in a black jacket was hanging on the clothes drying table with his hands open.
His body was lying on his back, his waist was stuck on the clothes drying table, his head was tilted back, and his face was facing me.
It was a man, about forty years old, but at this time his face was covered with blood, dripping continuously. His eyes widened, staring at me closely, and the corners of his mouth
It curved in a strange arc and smiled silently at me.
