"Xiao Bai, let go first, there are still outsiders here." I coughed and said to Xiao Bai.
After hearing my words, Xiaobai finally let go of me, looked at the people in the room, and then set his eyes on Duanmu Qing.
Duanmuqing rolled his eyes at her, Xiaobai snorted coldly and cursed: "Damn sissy!"
Although Duanmuqing looks like a girl and talks about my mother all day long, what bothers him most is when others call him a nian.
Because of this, he often had fights with Lao Tao in the shop, because Lao Tao was a mean-mouthed guy and always liked to call him a sissy behind his back. This was also the reason why Duanmu Qing hated Lao Tao the most.
But now that Xiaobai called him a sissy, Duanmu rolled his eyes and didn't dare to say anything.
He's not stupid. He wouldn't dare to challenge a zombie to death, unless that guy wanted to get two more holes in his ass.
At this time, Mu Mu also became quiet, sitting on the ground in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Are you feeling better?" I walked over and said to him.
Mumu raised his head and glanced at me, then stood up, nodded, and said: "It's much better, general."
Hearing his words, I couldn't help but smile bitterly, waved my hand and said, "No, don't call me general, that name sounds awkward to me."
But this time the talkative Mu Mu shook his head and said, "Let me call you that, because I feel that's what I should call you."
Seeing Mu Mu's firm eyes, I couldn't help but sigh, knowing that this couldn't be changed.
It's just that this title makes me feel a little awkward.
When I think of those names for myself, I can't help but get a headache.
Inside the shop, Lao Dao and Xiaoyu call me boss, zombie boy Xiaobai calls me master, that zombie little Aqi calls me Brother Li, and that Duanmuqing guy calls me Big Ear.
The tombkeepers Zhou Li and Zhang Zhong both called me Sir.
Now that I count, I actually have several names, which are really diverse.
I waved my hand helplessly. Since there are so many messy names, it doesn't matter if there is one more general. It doesn't matter...
I walked over to the broken water tank.
The water flowing out of it just now was thick and slightly black blood, but as the thing was destroyed by the wood, the water on the ground returned to normal.
The statue had been broken into pieces and scattered on the ground.
I squatted down, picked up a fragment of the statue with my hands, and looked at it carefully.
The pieces were very light, like some kind of wooden product, but they were very crystal clear and had the luster that only jade can have.
Looking at the broken pieces in my hands, I couldn't help but be filled with curiosity. What on earth is this?
"This should be a kind of rattan produced in western Hunan, called black jade rattan. It is said that although the material of this rattan is wood, its feel and appearance are very much like jade."
At this time, Zhang Zhong squatted down, picked up a piece of debris, looked at it for a few times, and then said to me.
"The black jade vine is said to come from the extremely yin place in the deep mountains and old forests of western Hunan. It absorbs the yin energy of heaven and earth. Therefore, it is very rare. It is very rare. Almost no one has seen it. I only heard that the witch tribe in western Hunan used it in ancient times.
This thing is made into a cursed object and is very powerful. It should be made of the black jade vine."
Zhang Zhong said with an extremely solemn expression. I could tell that he seemed a little nervous.
"Is there anything special about this thing?" I couldn't help but ask him.
"Sir, this kind of black jade vine is extremely rare. The people who own it are very high-status people in the Wu clan, so the owner of this thing is definitely not a simple person." Zhang Zhong said.
Hearing his words, I nodded.
The curse technique that is enough to make even a novice obsessed is definitely not simple, so the person who can get rid of this cursed object is definitely not an ordinary person.
Thinking about the altar and the red eyes I saw, I couldn't help but shudder, swallowed, smiled bitterly, and thought to myself, damn, did I meet some big boss again this time?
Already?
Now I am really a little worried, all because of those eyes, those eyes are so powerful.
If someone deliberately placed this cursed object here, what did he want to do?
Want it to control that prostitute who kills?
I shook my head, knowing that things would never be that simple, but I still can't figure out what exactly happened.
The matter here has been solved, and the cursed object has been broken. The reason why the old man committed the crime is entirely because of this object.
But we believe this, but the police don’t!
What they want is evidence, and these things cannot be regarded as evidence.
The only evidence is that Lao Dao stayed with the older girl for a day, and then the older girl died. There was only Lao Dao's fingerprints on the murder weapon.
We told the police that this was not Lao Dao’s original intention, but that he had been cursed and lost his true nature, so the police believed that there was a ghost!
What should we do? Is it possible for the old man to sit through the prison?
Although the old man is wretched and lecherous, and is always the first to run away when in trouble, he is, after all, a member of the shop and my employee.
So I will never watch an old man go to jail like this, and still go out to collect soap for others at such an old age.
Besides, the nature of this case is very bad. If he is convicted, the old guy will probably eat a peanut, which I will never allow.
But this matter is difficult to deal with now, I need to think about it.
I couldn't stay in this massage parlor any longer, so I asked Zhang Zhong to drive me and take me to the hospital for a X-ray.
Although Zhang Zhong has excellent medical skills, the bone is broken after all, and I am worried. If the connection is misplaced, I will be in trouble, so it is better to take a picture to see.
After the filming of the film was completed, luckily everything went normally. It seems that Zhang Zhong’s medical skills are not just for boasting, but are really great!
Now Lao Dao is being held in the detention center, so we can't go back to Jishui for the time being. Mu Mu and Xiao Bai are people without status, so they can only go to stay with Zhang Zhong first.
Zhang Zhong's antique shop is located on the outskirts of Liangcheng. It is an inconspicuous shop, which suits his low-key personality. Although it is small, it only has two floors, so the house is quite sufficient.
When we arrived at the antique store, Xiaobai immediately brought a recliner, carefully helped me sit on it, and gently massaged me. Feeling the strength of Xiaobai's fingers, I let out a sigh of relief.
Although Zhang Zhong's shop was not far from the detention center, I had no intention of visiting the old man.
Because Jiang Zheng promised not to let him suffer in it, I believe in Jiang Zheng.
Anyway, I can't fish that guy out now, so I'll just let him reflect inside for a few days, so as to save him from continuing to wander around after he comes out.
While I was enjoying the massage from the female zombie with just the right amount of force, the old man in the detention center pressed his face against the iron door, with tears all over his face.
The cursed object has been broken, and now he is awake and understands why he came in.
The old man was completely stunned. He grabbed the iron door with both hands and howled loudly: "Boss, I was wronged. Come and save me!"
