I kept my uncle's instructions in mind and refused them one by one with a smile on my face. Those customers with good qualities would politely say that they would come back another day.
The more irritable ones slammed the door and cursed, saying that He had become more capable and had a higher vision, so he looked down on his former friends. If he came to visit again in the future, I would be a son of a bitch.
No matter what kind of person he is, I always greet him with a smile. Until the afternoon, a black Alfa came outside the store door. The car blocked the door of the store arrogantly, and then four strong men with big muscles and round waists got out.
Before I had time to ask them who they were, the strong man in the lead waved his hand and immediately grabbed my arms and legs, picked me up without any explanation and threw me directly into the car.
The strong man in the lead easily pulled down the rolling shutter door, got into the driving position, started the car and drove away.
I was so anxious that I almost jumped up, but the two strong men next to me each held my shoulders. One of them said, "Don't move if you don't want to get beaten."
The other party shook his tendons, stretched out his hand, and his fingers made a rattling sound. I shrank my neck, thinking that a good man would not suffer the consequences, and immediately calmed down, and said in a low voice: "Brothers, I am just a part-time worker.
Have we misunderstood?"
The big man turned a deaf ear and drove directly onto the Second Ring Road and headed south. It was not until more than half an hour later that the vehicle turned into a villa group.
I have never been to the provincial capital, so I naturally don’t know what this community is called. Anyway, after parking the car, I saw a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a suit standing at the door to greet me.
This guy is the meticulous type at first glance. In the hot weather, while everyone else is wearing shorts and short sleeves, he still wears a heavy suit and is not afraid of the heat.
After the driver jumped out, he whispered a few words to the man in the suit, and then took me out.
The man in the suit looked at me expressionlessly and said, "Is it from Baishi's store?"
I hurriedly said: "I'm just a part-time worker. I just arrived yesterday..."
The man in the suit looked at me meaningfully and said, "Follow me!"
After finishing speaking, he turned around and entered the single-family villa next to him.
I saw those big men staring at me, and I knew I couldn't get away, so I decided to follow the man in the suit into the hall.
The hall was very bright, and there were seven or eight strange-looking guests sitting on the sofa.
The reason why they are strange is because of their clothes. Some of them are wearing very decent black suits, but they have a white silk ribbon tied around their waists. Some are wearing linen clothes and carrying a mourning stick in their hands.
Some are also wearing beggar's clothes. The so-called beggar's clothes are clothes made of countless pieces of cloth sewn together. They are also called Baiji clothes in Buddhism. However, the beggar's clothes they wear are of different colors, colorful, and have hems, cuffs, and collars.
There is also a copper bell in each position, but when you move your hands and feet, there is no sound from the bell.
My heart skipped a beat, and I immediately remembered some strange things recorded in the book my grandfather read to me.
Those who wear black suits with white silk tied around their waists are called Yin walkers. The material of the black suit is specially made and can hide the breath of the living person. The white silk is called a guide rope, which can help the Yin walkers identify the direction on the Huangquan Road.
People wearing white linen clothes and holding mourning sticks are called mourners. They are specially used to carry out funerals for the deceased who have grievances. If the deceased has resentment and is unwilling to leave this world, it is right to ask them to carry out the funeral.
As for the two people wearing beggar's clothes, they should be corpse exorcists from Miao territory. Every piece of cloth on their clothes was obtained from the hands of the people. It is said that it contains the smoke and smoke of the people, which can suppress zombies.
The little bell is called the soul-catching bell. It does not ring on weekdays. It will only sound a tinkling warning sound when it encounters a zombie that is about to commit suicide.
I looked at them carefully, and they also looked at me carefully.
Suddenly, the mourner holding the mourning stick said in a sinister tone: "Secretary Liu, if the boss doesn't believe in our ability, just speak up, and the worst is that the brothers won't take any more jobs."
"Isn't it a bit disrespectful to find such a little baby?"
The man in a suit hurriedly laughed with him and said, "This is the disciple of Master He in Baishi shop, and he is also the person the boss must invite."
When he said this, the way everyone looked at me suddenly changed.
The wanderer smiled and said: "It turns out that he is a disciple of Master He, so this little brother will definitely shine in the corpse appreciation."
I didn't even know what corpse viewing was, and I was about to say something when I heard footsteps rushing, and several men walked into the hall surrounded by an old man with a glowing face.
The old man seemed to be a little afraid of the cold. He was actually wearing a thick Chinese tunic suit in such a hot weather. As soon as he came in, the ghost walkers, mourners and corpse chasers who were sitting stood up one after another and said respectfully.
: "Boss Tang."
Boss Tang waved his hand and said with a smile: "We are all capable people, so there is no need to be polite to a bad old man like me."
His eyes swept over, then landed on me, and said, "This is Master He's disciple? He is really young and promising!"
Boss Tang didn't seem to know that I was kidnapped by force. He praised me several times and then said with a smile, "Everyone knows that I don't have any hobbies. I just like zombies."
"I invite everyone here this time because I recently found a rare ancient corpse and wanted to invite everyone to take a look at it. It would be best if we could find out the origin of the corpse."
"Of course, I also know the rules and will never let everyone's work go in vain. Secretary Liu!"
Secretary Liu took a step forward, opened the suitcase that had been prepared nearby, and said: "Everyone who comes here will receive a hard work fee of 500,000 yuan. If anyone can figure out the origin of the ancient corpse, there will be an additional reward of 2 million yuan."
Inside the box, there were piles of red banknotes, which made everyone's eyes turn red.
The corpse driver said in a hoarse voice: "Boss Tang is very generous! When it comes to reading Feng Shui and determining yin and yang, we brothers may not be able to help, but when it comes to identifying corpses, I'm afraid no one can compare with us."
Boss Tang said with a smile: "Then I'll trouble you all."
To say that Boss Tang is really a weirdo among people. He is very rich. He has at least a dozen developed properties in the provincial capital, and he also has two companies specializing in overseas trade under his name.
Ordinary people like to collect things when they have money. Some like to collect luxury cars, and some like to collect famous watches. Their interests are more elegant, but they just like antiques, strange-shaped rocks, and the like.
But Boss Tang's hobbies are different. He likes to collect corpses, especially zombies that are dead and not rotten. And the more ferocious and vicious the zombies are, the more he is willing to pay a high price.