Chapter 129: Eight Ghosts Carrying the Coffin Curse
"Have you ever seen Feng Zhong?" Zhou Qian asked somewhat unexpectedly.
"Yes, how can you not look for it? Although it is only more than 8,000 yuan to you, it is my mother's life after all. Even if they reject it, I will still be the boss of you. He had a glimmer of hope. But in the end, this glimmer of hope turned into despair. The man named Feng didn't even look at me and just left. I saw from his eyes that I was just a dog. Ant, you don’t even have the qualifications to talk to him.”
I don't know how desperate Zhu Laoqi felt at that time, but it must have been the darkest moment in his life.
When Zhou Qian heard this, he was stunned. He really didn't know.
But I had guessed this. I asked Feng Zhong last night, and I knew from his panicked answer that he must know about it. Sure enough, my previous guess was right. The reasons for all the problems were related to Zhou. It’s about the partners doing it!
"Master Zhu." Zhou Qian suddenly took out a bank note from his pocket, handed it to Zhu Laoqi and said, "I feel deeply guilty about your mother! I am willing to give you one million to ask for your help." Forgive me. I know this million is not enough to make up for what you have lost, but this is my little compensation for you."
"Hahaha!……"
Zhu Laoqi laughed again! He raised his head and leaned against the tombstone, squinting at the bank card in Zhou Qian's hand and said, "Is money really omnipotent to you? It can really buy you." Want anything?”
I quickly grabbed Zhou Qian, shook my head at him and said, "Boss Zhou, put your money away. Money can solve many problems, but there are some things that money can never buy."
When Zhou Qian heard what I said, he quickly put away his bank card and said, "I'm sorry, Master Zhu! I..."
"No need to say anything!" Zhu Laoqi interrupted Zhou Qian and said lightly, "You all can go, I want to talk to this little brother alone."
Having said this, he raised his head and looked at me calmly.
Fatty Wu and Zhou Qian both looked at me nervously, they were both concerned about my safety!
I took a deep breath and said, "You all, let's go!"
"Mr. Li..." Fatty Wu called me nervously.
"It's okay!" I said calmly, "If Master Zhu wants to harm me, he can do it even if you are here."
I cannot doubt the strength of the ghost craftsman! Although the Zhu Laoqi in front of me is still very young, he has an aura that looks down on the world, which is something that ordinary people cannot possess.
Although they were worried, several people still stayed away from this open space!
Zhu Laoqi took out his cigarette paper and leaf cigarettes again. After rolling one, he handed it to me and asked, "Do you want to smoke?"
I slowly walked to Zhu Laoqi's side, shook my head and said, "No!"
He bitterly took out the lighter, lit the leaf cigarette in his hand, and took a few puffs. The excitement he had just felt had eased a lot, and now he looked much calmer.
"Can I sit down?" I asked him.
"Whatever!" Zhu Laoqi looked indifferent.
I leaned on his mother's grave and sat down next to him. I could clearly feel his feelings. The fluctuations and breathing inside are different from ordinary people.
He took a deep breath from the cigarette in his hand, exhaled thick smoke again, and then uttered his first sentence, "How much did Zhou Qian give you when he came to see you?"
I groaned, but I didn't expect that the first thing Zhu Laoqi said would be this.
However, I still answered honestly, "I don't know, I didn't talk about money."
"Haha!" Zhu Laoqi sneered again.
Then, he began to tell a story about his past: "Our Zhu family has been passed down from generation to generation, and we only have one son in a lifetime! When the child reaches the age of twelve, the person in the previous generation will die! So, when I was twelve years old, My father died, and it was my mother who single-handedly raised me. My father was a craftsman, and most people in his era were poor. He never took money for his work. When he met a wealthy family, he would When he asked for some rice, he would only take some cloth from a poor family. So after he died, he did not leave a penny to my mother and me."
"When I was a child, my mother would go out early and come back late. In addition to working in the fields, she also went to work for people! The days were very difficult at that time. My mother had to eat one meal and not another, but she never let me go hungry! I watched helplessly. As she changed from a beautiful woman to a weather-beaten old lady, I thought, when I grow up, I must make money, I must make a lot of money so that my mother can live a comfortable life. But after my mother knew that I had this idea, she was angry with me for a month. She told me that I was the son of a ghost craftsman, and I had to be a ghost craftsman! Only by inheriting my father's mantle, That is the greatest reward for her."
"After that, I devoted myself to learning my father's craftsmanship. Maybe I have an absolute talent in this area! Soon, I became a ghost craftsman. As I became a ghost craftsman, I learned a lot about things that are beyond nature. Things. That is, from that time on, money to me was just something to keep me fed! As long as my mother is healthy, I don’t care about anything.”
"But a few months ago, my mother got sick! I needed money to take her to the hospital, so I went to them and wanted to get my wages back to save my mother. My mother is so important to me, she gave me She gave me everything, gave me everything she had, if she leaves at this time and does not enjoy her old age, then I will never forgive myself."
"Originally, as long as I had money to send my mother to the hospital and follow the normal human process, I could use my own method to save my mother. My mother has not yet finished her life. But they did not give me this opportunity. , they told me with practical actions that human life is nothing in their eyes. Looking at their indifferent looks, I hate, I hate those hypocritical people, and I hate my own incompetence. So, The night my mother passed away, I decided to take revenge on them and make them pay the price. That night, I went to the film and television city to plant the Eight Ghost Coffin Carrying Curse!"
Having said this, Zhu Laoqi's eyes became firm again!
I understand his approach. If a ghost craftsman wants to use his magic to save people, he must abide by the procedures in the underworld. The procedures in the underworld are that when people get sick, they have to go to the hospital, but to go to the hospital, you need money! Therefore, He went to ask for his own money, thinking that as long as he took his mother to the hospital and was admitted to the hospital, he would be able to save his mother secretly.
However, he did not get the money, suffered a lot, and saw the harshness of the world. Later, his mother's death caused his hatred to deepen, and then what happened next! "Have you ever asked Feng Zhong? ?" Zhou Qian asked somewhat unexpectedly.
"Yes, how can you not look for it? Although it is only more than 8,000 yuan to you, it is my mother's life after all. Even if they reject it, I will still be the boss of you. He had a glimmer of hope. But in the end, this glimmer of hope turned into despair. The man named Feng didn't even look at me and just left. I saw from his eyes that I was just a dog. Ant, you don’t even have the qualifications to talk to him.”
I don't know how desperate Zhu Laoqi felt at that time, but it must have been the darkest moment in his life.
When Zhou Qian heard this, he was stunned. He really didn't know.
But I had guessed this. I asked Feng Zhong last night, and I knew from his panicked answer that he must know about it. Sure enough, my previous guess was right. The reasons for all the problems were related to Zhou. Related to the partner who did it! .??.
"Master Zhu." Zhou Qian suddenly took out a bank note from his pocket, handed it to Zhu Laoqi and said, "I feel deeply guilty about your mother! I am willing to give you one million to ask for your help." Forgive me. I know this million is not enough to make up for what you have lost, but this is my little compensation for you."
"Hahaha!……"
Zhu Laoqi laughed again! He raised his head and leaned against the tombstone, squinting at the bank card in Zhou Qian's hand and said, "Is money really omnipotent to you? It can really buy you." Want anything?”
I quickly grabbed Zhou Qian, shook my head at him and said, "Boss Zhou, put your money away. Money can solve many problems, but there are some things that money can never buy."
When Zhou Qian heard what I said, he quickly put away his bank card and said, "I'm sorry, Master Zhu! I..."
"No need to say anything!" Zhu Laoqi interrupted Zhou Qian and said lightly, "You all can go, I want to talk to this little brother alone."
Having said this, he raised his head and looked at me calmly.
Fatty Wu and Zhou Qian both looked at me nervously, they were both concerned about my safety!
I took a deep breath and said, "You all, let's go!"
"Mr. Li..." Fatty Wu called me nervously.
"It's okay!" I said calmly, "If Master Zhu wants to harm me, he can do it even if you are here."
I cannot doubt the strength of the ghost craftsman! Although the Zhu Laoqi in front of me is still very young, he has an aura that looks down on the world, which is something that ordinary people cannot possess.
Although they were worried, several people still stayed away from this open space!
Zhu Laoqi took out his cigarette paper and leaf cigarettes again. After rolling one, he handed it to me and asked, "Do you want to smoke?"
I slowly walked to Zhu Laoqi's side, shook my head and said, "No!"
He bitterly took out the lighter, lit the leaf cigarette in his hand, and took a few puffs. The excitement he had just felt had eased a lot, and now he looked much calmer.
"Can I sit down?" I asked him.
"Whatever!" Zhu Laoqi looked indifferent.
I leaned on his mother's grave and sat down next to him. I could clearly feel his feelings. The fluctuations and breathing inside are different from ordinary people.
He took a deep breath from the cigarette in his hand, exhaled thick smoke again, and then uttered his first sentence, "How much did Zhou Qian give you when he came to see you?"
I groaned, but I didn't expect that the first thing Zhu Laoqi said would be this.
However, I still answered honestly, "I don't know, I didn't talk about money."
"Haha!" Zhu Laoqi sneered again.
Then, he began to tell a story about his past: "Our Zhu family has been passed down from generation to generation, and we only have one son in a lifetime! When the child reaches the age of twelve, the person in the previous generation will die! So, when I was twelve years old, My father died, and it was my mother who single-handedly raised me. My father was a craftsman, and most people in his era were poor. He never took money for his work. When he met a wealthy family, he would When he asked for some rice, he would only take some cloth from a poor family. So after he died, he did not leave a penny to my mother and me."
"When I was a child, my mother would go out early and come back late. In addition to working in the fields, she also went to work for people! The days were very difficult at that time. My mother had to eat one meal and not another, but she never let me go hungry! I watched helplessly. As she changed from a beautiful woman to a weather-beaten old lady, I thought, when I grow up, I must make money, I must make a lot of money so that my mother can live a comfortable life. But after my mother knew that I had this idea, she was angry with me for a month. She told me that I was the son of a ghost craftsman, and I had to be a ghost craftsman! Only by inheriting my father's mantle, That is the greatest reward for her."
"After that, I devoted myself to learning my father's craftsmanship. Maybe I have an absolute talent in this area! Soon, I became a ghost craftsman. As I became a ghost craftsman, I learned a lot about things that are beyond nature. Things. That is, from that time on, money to me was just something to keep me fed! As long as my mother is healthy, I don’t care about anything.”
"But a few months ago, my mother got sick! I needed money to take her to the hospital, so I went to them and wanted to get my wages back to save my mother. My mother is so important to me, she gave me She gave me everything, gave me everything she had, if she leaves at this time and does not enjoy her old age, then I will never forgive myself."
"Originally, as long as I had money to send my mother to the hospital and follow the normal human process, I could use my own method to save my mother. My mother has not yet finished her life. But they did not give me this opportunity.
, they told me with practical actions that human life is nothing in their eyes. Looking at their indifferent looks, I hate, I hate those hypocritical people, and I hate my own incompetence. So,
The night my mother passed away, I decided to take revenge on them and make them pay the price. That night, I went to the film and television city to plant the Eight Ghost Coffin Carrying Curse!"
Having said this, Zhu Laoqi's eyes became firm again!
I understand his approach. If a ghost craftsman wants to use his magic to save people, he must abide by the procedures in the underworld. The procedures in the underworld are that when people get sick, they have to go to the hospital, but to go to the hospital, you need money! Therefore,
He went to ask for his own money, thinking that as long as he took his mother to the hospital and was admitted to the hospital, he would be able to save his mother secretly.
However, he did not get the money, and he also experienced a lot of hardships and saw the harshness of the world. Later, his mother's death caused his hatred to deepen, and so what happened next!