It has to be said that Zhao Shuisheng's efficiency in doing things is still very high. After all, this matter concerns the Zhao family, and no one wants to lose all the wealth left by their ancestors in their own hands.
Zhao Shuisheng returned to the Zhao family near dusk, and first dealt with a bunch of messy things. Even Zhao Shuisheng himself was surprised that after the Zhao family had this incident, they had clearly dismissed the Zhao family's servants. Logically speaking, everyone had left.
After more than half of it, there shouldn’t be that many things going on.
But on the contrary, the Zhao family has more and more things to do. Everything from firewood, rice, oil, salt, and trivial matters has been brought to Zhao Shuisheng's head. Even the matter of naming the child of Zhao Shuisheng's cousin's third aunt has to come to him.
The purpose is to build a relationship with the Zhao family when the time comes.
Zhao Shuisheng was really speechless and gave a hasty name, Ritian. He thought that if you were to blame in the future, you would blame your own mother. If you don't name your own child, why do you have to find some relationship? Does this make you look close?
In late autumn, it always gets dark early, and the sun under the mountains in the distance is dim. He is rushing to shine on the people on the other side of the earth. Feng Yu will always be full of longing for such a sunset scene, which is beautiful and beautiful.
It is short-lived. There is a poem describing its scenery: "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it is almost dusk."
Feng Yu sat at the door of the house and watched the sunset disappearing little by little, and couldn't help feeling filled with emotion.
Zhang Xiuxian is still sleeping, and Zhang Manyue next door is silent. Compared with the bustling Zhao family in the distance, this place is much cleaner.
Zhao Shuisheng walked towards Feng Yu with a look of urgency on his face. He had good news to tell Feng Yu, so he opened his mouth and said: "Master, Master, I have good news. Someone is dying in a family in a suburban village."
"Uncle Zhao, then this is really good news..." Feng Yu said awkwardly.
Zhao Shuisheng was a little excited and seemed to feel a sense of accomplishment that he had found such a person in half a day.
"Yes, you don't know something. I spent a lot of effort to get this information. I asked friends from all over the country. They all thought that I was out of my mind. I spent so much effort to find out about a dying person.
Uncle, it's not easy for me either, everything is for the Zhao family."
Feng Yu secretly cursed in his heart, if it was for the Zhao family, then you should tell all the things that the Zhao family had hidden. Why are you pretending to be a good person in this place? But when Feng Yu looked back, he realized that Zhao Shuisheng himself seemed to be the one who was kept in the dark.
The drummer.
"It's all for the Zhao family, for the Zhao family. So, Uncle Zhao, what is the situation you heard about? Is it true that someone is about to die?" Feng Yu asked.
Zhao Shuisheng chuckled, thinking that nothing could be more coincidental than this, "This thing is really a coincidence. There happened to be such an old lady in Yangqu County, a county on the outskirts of Taiyuan City. She was seventy years old. A few days ago,
I fell down when I went out, and the old man couldn't bear the torment, and he will die in the next two days."
"Yangqu County?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
Feng Yu remembered that the place he visited when he first arrived was Yangqu County. Here, Tian Yilong also took them to a jade shop. The boss Yue Xiaopeng talked a lot with them. It was a coincidence that they went to a place where people were killed.
It just happened to be somewhere.
Zhang Manyue, who was next door, heard the sound and came over. Hearing that he had found the dying person, he asked directly: "Go and get a piece of clothing from the dying person. I need to call the spirit to come over and ask for some words."
When Zhao Shuisheng heard that he was in trouble, he murmured: "Take, take the dead man's clothes? Isn't this bad?"
Feng Yu was also in trouble, "Take the dead man's clothes?"
Zhang Manyue glanced at Zhao Shuisheng and felt that this matter was indeed a bit difficult to handle, so she gave in and said, "Well, you take us there and we can get it ourselves."
This sentence startled Feng Yu, and he stammered: "Take, take the dead man's clothes? Is this okay?"
Zhang Xiuxian woke up at some point and walked over and said, "Let me tell you, Feng Yu, what are you afraid of? What does that sentence mean? Those who fight are not afraid of ghosts, and those who are afraid of ghosts don't fight."
Feng Yu was frightened by this voice and cursed: "Damn it, you are taking clothes, are you digging people's ancestral graves? It is not a matter of whether you are afraid of ghosts or not."
Zhang Xiuxian said to Zhao Shuisheng with a guarantee: "Uncle Zhao, don't worry, let's take care of this matter. The dead people who have been dead for thousands of years are nothing. What else can we be afraid of if they just die?"
Zhao Shuisheng smiled and felt relieved. The unlucky job of taking clothes off a dead person was the most taboo, especially for people like them who had some money.
Looking at the sunset, this matter was finalized. Zhang Manyue said that since they were going, things would be much simpler. They could wait outside and they wouldn't even need the clothes of the deceased.
Feng Yu had nothing to say in his heart. Why was it so difficult for this little girl to use some of the methods she had told her earlier? He and Zhao Shuisheng were so frightened that they thought they really had to dig out two pieces of clothing from a person's grave. Generally, according to tradition
, after a person dies, all the clothes he wore during his lifetime must be incinerated, and the only clothes that can be found are the two pieces that were buried with him.
Feng Yu was really helpless. Zhang Manyue dared to say it and Zhang Xiuxian dared to do it. These two people caught him in the middle and had to suffer.
That night the three of them went to Yangqu County. Zhao Shuisheng couldn't get away due to family matters, so he asked Tian Yilong to lead the way.
The four of them went straight on the road without much hesitation. Feng Yu and the other three, who had slept all afternoon, were not sleepy at all. They didn't know when they got up. Their biological clocks had turned into night creatures.
Tian Yilong didn't talk much all the way. In order not to attract attention, they drove there. Taiyuan City was under martial law at night. It was a lot more convenient for Tian Yilong to drive and save a lot of effort. There was no other way. Who is holding a gun these days?
They are all fathers.
Tian Yilong drove all the way to a place called Qinglong Town. The ancient town of Qinglong has a great history. It is said that Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty passed by this place when he went to the south of the Yangtze River. He saw that the place was like a green dragon winding around. He stayed for one night and named it Qinglong Town when he left the next day.
It was already around 11 o'clock at night when we arrived at the place. After Tian Yilong arranged the place, he went to sleep. Feng Yu and the others were not sleepy, and Zhang Manyue suggested that he go to that house to visit.
When they entered Qinglong Town on the way here, a few people saw a white canvas hung up on the outermost house. Needless to say, they knew that this was the house.
Zhang Xiuxian questioned: "I said, wouldn't it be good for us to run into someone's house in the middle of the night? Why don't we wait until tomorrow? You also know that we have been doing this for a long time, and I always get mad when I see a coffin in the middle of the night."
Feng Yu chuckled, "Then just go ahead and do it, no one will care about you."
"That's not fair. I'm the only one who gets beaten together? If I sue you, you two won't be able to escape."
Zhang Manyue raised her head and glanced at the moon and said, "Don't be poor, we just went over to take a look."
It was very quiet at night. Tian Yilong arranged the three of them in a courtyard. He didn't know whose courtyard it was. There was no one there. However, he saw that the car Zhang Xiuxian drove when he came was still parked in the courtyard. Tian Yilong went to sleep again.
, the three of them quickly left the yard and headed towards that house.
After all, Qinglong Town is not Taiyuan City. There are not so many soldiers with guns at night, but there are very few people. However, because Emperor Qianlong has been here, the town's construction is indeed antique and full of Qing Dynasty atmosphere.
Feng Yu stood in the town and looked to both sides of the town. The entire Qinglong Town should be in a long strip, attached to the protruding mountains on the left and right sides. From a distance, it was obvious that there was a green dragon spreading out. The Feng Shui of this place
There should be nothing to say.
The operation of looking at the ground is subconsciously imprinted in Feng Yu's mind. Regardless of whether he is a professional or not, it is always right to be more cautious. Feng Er and Feng Yu once said that leaving more escape routes for yourself is the basic rule. When necessary, these
Knowledge can save your life.
Feng Yu and the other three arrived near the house. Feng Yu had only heard about summoning spirits and asking questions, but had never seen what it was like. He thought it was a strange magic, and Zhang Manyue knew this kind of thing. I wonder if it was
Where did you learn it? Could it be that the so-called stick guest sent to Kansai was a man who knew magic? Or was the Taoist priest just such a person?
The family was already wearing white clothes and mourning, and they may have left. The door of the home was open, and a stick of white wax was burning in the door niche. Four sticks of incense were stuck in the middle of the door. The family was nowhere to be seen. Inside
But there were faint sounds of crying.
Zhang Manyue and the others were observing in the dark. Seeing this scene, Zhang Manyue said in a low voice: "Fortunately, we arrived in time. If we had come tomorrow, it would have been too late."
"What's going on? Is the old lady dead?" Zhang Xiuxian asked.
Feng Yu replied: "Can't you tell by the sound? He must have just died not long ago."
Zhang Manyue didn't say much. She grabbed a handful of musky ash from her pocket and sprinkled it in the air. Feng Yu and Zhang Xiuxian didn't react, so they choked and covered their mouths and noses. The smell was different from ordinary musk, and it was mixed with
It smells like old wood, the smell of old wood that has gone rancid.
It is said to be dust, but in fact it is no different from residue. It is just finer and makes it very uncomfortable for people to inhale it.
"Oh my god, Zhang Manyue, are you crazy? What are you doing?" Zhang Xiuxian was already afraid of these smells in the tomb before. This smell caught him off guard and took two puffs, which was really refreshing.
Feng Yu choked and coughed a few times, "Zhang Manyue, can you say hello next time? What the hell is this and why do you put it in your pocket?"
Feng Yu and Zhang Xiuxian fanned the musky scent that filled the air. It seemed like they couldn't get rid of it, and it enveloped the area, as if it was fixed.
The three of them were in a corner not far from the house. There was a big tree next to it. I couldn't name the specific tree, but I felt that suddenly the remaining leaves on the tree began to be blown by the wind.
Rustling.
"Shh... don't talk, you two." Zhang Manyue turned to look at the two of them, with a very serious expression on his face, just like the disgusting look of a great god leading two bronze medalists.
"Da da da..."
There seemed to be some sound coming over. The sound got closer and closer, and at the same time, the clicking sound gradually became clearer. It should be the sound of a walking stick on the ground.
"Are you looking for me?"
A cold voice sounded for no reason, which really startled Feng Yu and Zhang Xiuxian.
