Chen Xiansheng went through a lot of hardships to commemorate this event.
In the past three years, I have traveled all over the country, just to find and commemorate the lost soul.
He wants to save his girlfriend.
I don’t know whether he found the soul that commemorated the loss, but the body that commemorated was lost. This is an indisputable fact.
Zhang Sanfen looked at the empty crystal coffin in a daze. After a while, he sighed softly, seemed to have made up his mind, and quickly looked towards the coffin on the left.
The coffin number is nine.
It is a copper angle iron coffin, with many runes densely engraved on the surface of the coffin.
I vaguely remember that when I first came here, the coffin was still making rattling sounds.
Zhang Sanfen said that there was a rich old man inside. After his death, his children, in order to fight for the family property, left the old man's body alone and continued to fight among themselves.
Because there was no one to care about it, the corpse was frightened by cats and dogs, and the corpse was faked.
At that time I felt quite sorry for the old man.
If your children are unfilial, what will happen if you have millions of dollars in property?
But this guy's number is nine, which is even higher than Memorial's ranking.
Hang Sansan walked to coffin No. 9 and said, "Old man, you saw it."
What he said was not a question, but an affirmative.
It's strange to say that the coffin usually shakes a few times for nothing.
But when Zhang Sanfen took the initiative to walk in front of him, there was no movement at all.
It's like there is nothing inside the coffin.
If it weren't for the fact that the outside of the coffin was intact, I would have even thought that the body inside had escaped.
Zhang Sanfen continued: "Old man, are you afraid?"
"With your character, you would still blend in even if nothing happened. But this time you didn't even dare to say a word, and you didn't even shake the coffin."
"What are you afraid of?"
The copper angle iron coffin was still quiet, without any movement at all.
I was immediately surprised.
Can zombies still talk?
Otherwise, why would Zhang Sanfen ask this question?
After a while, Zhang Sanfen turned around and said to me, "Okay."
"I'm too lazy to take care of the mess in your family. If you don't treat me as a friend, I won't treat you as a friend."
Suddenly there was a banging sound inside the coffin, as if someone kicked inside.
The sound echoed in the silent morgue and seemed extremely dull, which shocked me.
Zhang Sanfen said angrily: "Old man! You are living under someone else's roof! If it weren't for me, not only would your body be completely burned, but you wouldn't even be able to keep your three souls and seven souls!"
"Now you're protesting to me? Why?"
Zhang Sanfen became angrier as he spoke, so much so that his voice rose an octave.
The underground morgue is extremely spacious, and sound waves ripple on the surrounding walls and then reflect back, forming echoes.
I shrank my neck. This was the first time I saw Zhang Sanfen angry.
Not to mention anything else, the sound alone made my head buzz.
The echoes gradually stopped, but Coffin No. 9 remained silent.
After a while, several harsh scratching sounds came from inside the coffin again.
But this time the scratching sounds were particularly regular, as if they were conveying some kind of message.
Zhang Sanfen listened in silence for a long time, then sneered: "I understand."
After finishing speaking, Zhang Sanfen said to me: "Lao He, let's go!"
I'm confused and don't know why.
But seeing Zhang Sanfen turning around and leaving, he didn't dare to stay here.
The underground morgue today is really weird.
There is a creepy feeling inside and out.
After leaving the underground morgue, I carefully asked: "Boss, where are we going?"
Zhang Sanfen said: "Go back to sleep!"
"Come to me after dawn and let's go do something!"
"Keep your spirits up! The person you are going to meet tomorrow is not a good person, and there may be a fight!"
When I heard the word "fight", I immediately became excited.
Not to mention, I just like fighting with the boss!
It doesn’t matter if the opponent is a human, a ghost, or a zombie.
With the boss's words, I happily returned to the dormitory without hesitation, had something to eat and then started to sleep.
You have to recuperate before a fight, right?
I slept so darkly that I didn't wake up until the sun shined on my face through the window.
Maybe it’s because I got enough sleep, so I feel very energetic.
I subconsciously looked at the incantations on the palm of my hand, only to find that the incantations had faded a lot.
But there are still faint traces.
These marks are deep into the skin and cannot be seen unless you look carefully.
I know that this is the mark left by the Queen of Secret Hearts on my body, and it is basically difficult to remove it.
But then again, there is no harm in keeping this thing in the body, so let him go for the time being.
I washed my face, changed my clothes, and then went downstairs with my handbag.
After going downstairs, I found that Zhang Sanfen had parked his car at the entrance of the funeral home.
At this time, a group of mourners had already arrived at the funeral home. Some were crying, some were joking, and some were angry and cursing.
But Zhang Sanfen ignored it and raised his wrist to look at his watch from time to time.
I trotted over and said, "Boss!"
Zhang Sanfen casually threw me a mobile phone and said, "I'll give you a replacement card. I'll go find the phone number myself."
I took the new phone, took off the back cover, sat in the passenger seat, and asked, "Boss, where are you going?"
Zhang Sanfen said: "A blind fortune teller!"
Generally speaking, when people mention fortune tellers, their first impression is that of blind people.
But the blind fortune teller Zhang Sanfen mentioned this time is really not blind.
But in order to convince others that he is an accurate fortune teller, he pretends to be blind.
This guy is just a gangster, and he's good at eating, drinking, whoring, and gambling when he's not doing anything.
When something happens, he transforms into a Taoist robe and becomes a master who can know life and death, distinguish between yin and yang, and see through the numerology of the world.
Zhang Sanfen had mentioned this guy to me a long time ago, but because of his bad conduct, he made all kinds of money, so he did a lot of harmful things.
So our Nanshan Funeral Home has a very bad relationship with him.
I didn't expect that the boss would go find this guy.
Thinking about it carefully, it should be related to what happened last night.
The blind fortune teller's surname is Ji, and his nickname is Blind Man Ji.
He is considered a figure in the provincial capital, and he usually associates with group bosses, children of high-ranking officials, and the like.
This group of people have very strong financial resources and connections, and Ji Xiazi is actually quite capable. He has helped many wealthy businessmen solve some problems one after another, and has successfully integrated into this circle.
With money, people, and skills.
Ji Xiazi no longer went to the streets to tell people's fortunes, but began to learn how to invest and do business.
But this guy has only graduated from junior high school. How can he outperform those who are struggling in the business world?
Even if you have the ability to tell fortunes, you will suffer huge losses every time you invest because you cannot predict your own fortunes.