Chapter 221 Grandpa, can you give me back my hand?
"Listen to my advice, don't go there and leave this building quickly."
The old Xie Tou, who was wearing a yellow and shabby robe, actually told others that this building was dangerous, which I felt was not very convincing.
The dark-skinned man showed a strange expression, obviously he didn't believe what Old Xie Tou said.
Lao Xie wanted to leave here, and regardless of what the dark-skinned man thought, he directly grabbed his hand.
"You are lucky to have met me today. If you had taken one more step, you would have been frightened and fainted by the scene. Fortunately, old man, I have a strong mind. Otherwise, you would not have been able to see me."
Lao Xie Tou never mentioned anything about what happened just now when he was so scared that he was running around.
"I don't know what Chu Ping is thinking, but I feel like he is not afraid of those things. Could it be related to his physical condition? We haven't seen him for a day, and the aura of the boy seems to have changed a lot. He is completely negative.
An aggregation of emotions, I’m really worried that the next time I meet him, he will just be a corpse.”
Lao Xie was talking to himself, but his footsteps never stopped, but the dark man following behind him never spoke, as if he didn't exist at all.
"Young man, why are your hands so cold?" Old Xie Tou felt as if he was holding a piece of ice, and the cold feeling went straight into his bones. "Young man, you must know how to control yourself. Your body is a little weak. Do you want me to introduce it to you?"
A reliable old Chinese medicine doctor?"
Lao Xie enthusiastically introduced the power of the old Chinese medicine doctor to the dark-skinned man behind him, and at the same time turned his head and looked back.
The moment he turned his head, Lao Xie felt a chill running down his spine, and a coldness that penetrated his body went straight to Tianling Gai.
"Why is there only one hand left?"
Lao Xie looked at the empty space behind him, feeling the biting coldness in his hands.
"Uncle, please give me my hand back, please?"
Just before Lao Xie's brain could react, a cold voice came from behind.
Lao Xie's body stiffened, his hand shook, and a palm that was severed from the wrist fell from his hand.
"Crack-"
The sound of the severed hand falling to the ground seemed to hit Lao Xie's soul.
"Uncle, why did you throw my hand away? It's a bit rude."
The dark-skinned man behind him spoke coldly, as if he was angry at Lao Xie for dropping his hand on the ground.
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I'm sorry, I... I didn't mean it."
Lao Xie's lips were trembling and he couldn't even speak clearly.
Squatting down, Lao Xie picked up the severed hand that fell on the ground, and then carefully brushed off the non-existent dust on it.
"I...I didn't mean it, it was your hand."
Lao Xietou always felt that this was a very awkward statement.
The dark-skinned man took the severed hand from Old Xie and put it into his pocket, as if it was not a hand but a very ordinary item.
"Thanks."
The dark-skinned man's answer made Lao Xie startled. If he hadn't seen the severed hand, he would have thought that this man was quite polite.
"No...you're welcome. If there's nothing else, I'll leave first."
Lao Xie's mind was a little confused now. After he finished speaking, it took a long time for his body to react.
Lao Xie rubbed his stiff calves, and then prepared to walk downstairs. He didn't care what the purpose of coming here was, he just wanted to escape from here.
"It's terrible here."
Lao Xie walked to the steps with his head trembling, looking like an old man suffering from hemiplegia, holding on to the wall with one hand and covering his heart with the other.
"uncle."
A cold voice came from behind again, and Lao Xie, who was already weak on his legs, sat directly on the steps.
"What's wrong?"
"Is this thing yours?"
Lao Xie's brain almost stopped spinning and he began to think about what he had dropped.
"Um?"
Lao Xie turned around and saw that the dark-skinned man was holding a piece of yellow paper with ghost symbols in his hand. Lao Xie thought for a long time before he realized that this was the same piece of paper he had given to Manager Guo during the day.
One of the talisman sheets.
"I picked it up at the entrance of the stairs downstairs. My boss said it seemed to be yours, so I thought of coming over and returning it to you."
"Boss? Give it back to me? Do ghosts still have a special organization now?"
Lao Xie was stunned for a moment by what the man said. Just when he was about to refuse, he saw a hint of murderous intent in his dull eyes, as if he was saying, if you dare to refuse, I will kill you.
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Lao Xie's head trembled, and then he tried his best to squeeze out a smile on his stiff face.
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"It's true that I dropped it accidentally. Thank you very much."
Just as Lao Xie was about to step forward to take the talisman, the man withdrew his hand again.
"The boss said this one is worth eight hundred yuan."
Lao Xie's eyes widened.
"I only sold it for five hundred, but your boss dares to ask for eight hundred. It's really shameful."
The hand he just stretched out hovered in mid-air.
"But I didn't bring any cash. I will make up for it next time I see your boss."
"The boss wants you to scan the QR code."
The man with only one hand took out a piece of paper from the other pocket with a payment code printed on it. The man with the face of Old Xie recognized it after just one glance.
"Chu Ping!"
Lao Xie gritted his teeth and forced these two words out of his mouth.
"The boss said that if you are not prepared to spend money, let me follow you all the time."
The man put one hand in his pocket and held the paper with the QR code printed on it in the other. He took a step forward. It seemed that he really planned to give up.
Lao Xie gritted his teeth, then took out his cell phone, shook it, and said, "There is no signal here, so it's impossible to scan it out."
It seemed that the man had anticipated this situation. He took out a piece of folded paper from his pocket and unfolded it on Lao Xie's head.
"You can write an IOU."
Lao Xie really wanted to kick him, but unfortunately, as soon as this thought arose in his mind, he was completely strangled in the cradle.
So under the man's gaze, Lao Xie bit his finger and pressed hard on the IOU.
"Goodbye, uncle." The man collected the IOU and said to Lao Xie without any nostalgia.
At the corner from the fourth floor to the fifth floor, Lao Xie was holding the talisman on his head, half leaning against the wall with a sluggish look.
"That man is definitely a ghost, and the boss he talks about is Chu Ping..."
When Lao Xie thought of this, he couldn't help but shudder.
"No wonder the divination given to him before was all blurry. It seems that he has really seen another side of the world."
Lao Xie calmed down his mood, his eyes were a little blurry, as if he remembered things from many years ago.
He shook his head to dispel the messy memories in his mind, then slowly stood up and continued walking downstairs.
"Hey, I didn't expect that what I didn't find back then was actually found by this kid."
