The man looked at the two people standing in the freezer and said slowly. His brows were slightly wrinkled, and it could be seen that he felt very uncomfortable.
"Their ghosts are gone, why don't you let them be buried?" I frowned and looked at him.
"I couldn't bear it. I wasn't around when they died. When I came back, they turned into corpses. I couldn't bear to let them leave me like this, so I have to keep them." He said, with tears on his face.
Stop flowing.
He originally looked like a weak woman, but now that he was crying, he felt even more pitiable.
"People are dead, and it's useless for you to keep their bodies. If the bodies are not buried, they won't feel at ease in the underworld." I tried to keep my tone gentle, because he was very sad.
The human body is just a shell. After death, the soul leaves the body and enters the underworld. This skin has no function. However, after all, this is the human body left in the earth. If it is not put into the earth after death, the ghost soul cannot live in the underworld.
, and cannot even be reincarnated.
"I know, I just can't bear to part with them. Just give it another two days. In two days, I will bury them properly." He nodded and said.
"Do you know magic?" I asked him.
He can control two corpses without ghosts, so he must be someone who knows the magic.
"I have learned a little bit. After all, there are many masters in Linfeng Street. I worshiped a master back then and he taught me a little bit. However, he died early and I only learned a little bit." The man said softly.
I nodded. There was indeed an expert on this Linfeng Street. His shop was opened here and it was not unusual for him to know magic.
"Do you want to smoke?" He took out a cigarette and handed it to me.
I reached out and took it, then lit it and asked him, "What's your name?"
"Duanmuqing, by the way, you didn't eat the noodles just now. Let me give you another bowl. My cooking skills are very good." He smiled at me.
I nodded and sat back down again. Not long after, a bowl of noodles was brought up. I tasted it and it sure tasted good. His craftsmanship was very good.
"We will be neighbors from now on. Come and play when you have time." Duanmuqing said to me while holding a cigarette between his thin lips.
I nodded and asked him a little strangely: "After burying your parents, do you still plan to stay here?"
He is very young, and I don't believe he will keep this ramen shop forever. After all, the flow of people here is very small, and he can't make much money at all.
Duanmuqing blew out a puff of cigarette and flicked the ashes with his long fingers. He looked so much like a woman that any man would be tempted by it.
"I haven't thought about it yet, let's keep going. Anyway, I'm not short of money. I feel more at ease keeping my parents' house," he said.
"Are you not short of money?" I asked him a little strangely.
His parents both make ramen. This kind of small business can't make much money at all, but this guy actually said that he is not short of money, which surprised me.
"Yes, my house has a yard. It was demolished two years ago and divided into twenty houses. Now I don't have to do anything. It's enough to collect rent every day." He said casually.
I:"................"
I looked at this guy who looked like a girl, and was a little speechless. I felt like my heart had been hit hard. First of all, he was a seasoned guy. He managed to buy five houses through live streaming. I have always been envious of him. I didn’t expect that this guy actually had
Twenty sets!
"Damn it!" I couldn't help but cursed in my heart.
This kind of thing is not very harmful, but it is extremely insulting. It smashed my poor self-esteem into pieces, and the noodles in the bowl suddenly no longer tasted good.
"I'm full, let's go, how much does it cost?" I felt that I couldn't stay any longer, and I had to stay away from such large demolition houses to feel more comfortable.
"No need to give it, a bowl of noodles doesn't matter." He waved his hand.
I said thank you and walked out directly. Damn, being rich is amazing!
Early the next morning, I asked the old man to open the door early. Now I don't have to worry about the backlash of using magic, so I plan to open the door for business.
I keep everything my grandpa taught me in mind. I know I can make a lot of money with these things. I need money now because I want to marry Wang Chuxue, and especially because of the blow from that guy yesterday.
However, those in our industry will not get business so quickly, but as long as there is business, there will be a lot of income.
There were basically no customers throughout the whole day. Many of my colleagues who came to Linfeng Street passed by the door and took a few glances.
In the evening, I was about to ask Lao Dao to close the door. At this moment, a man walked in from the door.
He was probably in his thirties, with a thin body, eyes, messy hair, and bloodshot eyes. It could be seen at a glance that he had not had a good rest recently, and his face looked haggard.
"Who are you?" Seeing the man come in, the old man asked him.
"Taoist Master, please save my wife." When the man saw the old Taoist, he rushed over and held his arm tightly.
The old man was a little embarrassed, coughed twice, and said to the man: "You are mistaken, I am just a handyman, and that man is the boss."
I smiled. Although the old Taoist guy didn't have a very good image, he wore Taoist robes every day, and he was older, so he could easily be regarded as an expert.
Hearing what the veteran said, the man was stunned for a moment, glanced at me, and hesitated, but finally walked over.
"Are you the owner of this shop?" he asked me.
"I am, what can I do for you?" I asked him.
The man looked at me for a long time, as if he didn't believe me. I didn't care, because I looked too young, and it was difficult for ordinary people to believe that I was a magician.
"I came here to ask you to help me find my wife. She has been missing for a week." The man said in a hoarse voice.
Hearing his words, I frowned and disappeared. This is a missing persons case and is under the jurisdiction of the police.
"I think you should go to the police." I said to him.
The man shook his head, "It's not what you think. I called the police a long time ago, but the police never found anyone. And now I feel that my wife's disappearance is not that simple. There are some things that I am afraid of."
When the man spoke, his body was shaking slightly and his eyes were moving uneasily. I could tell that he was really scared.
Seeing this, I became a little interested in what could make him so scared.
"Do you know Jixiang Apartment? It's a haunted house. A murder case occurred ten years ago. My wife disappeared near there!" He said to me in a low voice, as if he was afraid that something would hear his voice.
