Zhou Shi jumped back in fright, was pushed by Mo Lao, and fell to the ground.
"Don't panic, I don't think she has any ill intentions."
"No malice? I was at Zhang's house yesterday..."
Zhou Shi quickly got up, retreated behind Mr. Mo, and told him the experience he had not had time to report.
"This is the murderer who killed Chen Zhu!"
After listening to Zhou Shi's narration, Mr. Mo was neither panic nor busy. He thought for a while and then said slowly:
"You said she is Master Zhang's daughter-in-law. She turned into a ghost because she was killed by her parents and forcibly married into a ghost... Well, that makes sense."
"Right? Mr. Mo, get rid of her quickly!"
"But, do you think she wants to gouge your eyeballs out?"
Zhou Shi was speechless for a moment.
The ghost bride neatly clasped her bare hands in front of her body, showing no intention of committing murder.
That's right. If she wants to harm me, she can do it on the road. Why follow me back to the inn and reveal herself in front of the old horseman Mo Lao?
"Then, what is she..."
Mr. Mo stared at the ghost bride with a strange eye, looked up and down, and said: "You said she is a fierce ghost, but I can't see much resentment. Most likely it is a resentful spirit that cannot be dissipated."
That's why you came to the inn?
"Wait a minute, Mr. Mo, look at her hands! Are those the hands of a normal person?"
Mr. Mo nodded and said: "It really doesn't look like it. It seems that she was not just beaten to death. How about you ask?"
Zhou Shi looked at the ghost bride, hesitated for a moment, and then asked softly:
"Girl, do you have anything to do with me?"
The ghost bride showed no reaction.
"Girl, if you have any grievances or grudges, you can tell me and I will find a way to help you solve it. By the way, can you tell me your birthday and birth date? If you died unjustly, I can make you repay your death.
A moment."
The ghost bride still doesn’t speak.
"Mr. Mo, look at this..."
"Forget it, if we can't solve it in a while, let her stay with us first."
"At--here?"
Zhou Shi pointed to his room, how could he live there?
Being in the same room with a female ghost is exciting just thinking about it.
"Of course not in your room. Get out of the way."
Mr. Mo took two steps forward, raised his arms, and started dancing.
"Mr. Mo, what are you..."
"Don't make any noise."
I saw that Mr. Mo seemed to have changed into a different person, spinning and dancing on the spot with one leg, sometimes jumping up and sometimes leaning down.
Zhou Shi watched from the side and felt that the dancing Mr. Mo exuded a majesty that could not be looked directly at!
The ghost bride also made some movement. She slowly slid in the air and left Zhou Shi's room following the dancing Mr. Mo.
"This weird old man really has some tricks up his sleeve..." Zhou Shi felt that he had underestimated the old man who had lured him into the Yinhun Inn.
After a while, Mr. Mo came back. He closed the door and said:
"Arrange her to stay for the time being so as not to disturb the guests."
"Yeah. But this is not a long-term solution."
Li Guiwen became angry and moved, specifically attacking living people. Although the ghost bride did not show aggression for the time being, Zhou Shi still couldn't forget Chen Zhu's death.
Mr. Mo lowered his head and thought for a while, then said:
"Do you know where her home is?"
"Well, it seems to be a small village thirty miles north of Zhoujiadian... Do you want to take her to take revenge?"
The ghost bride was killed by her family, and her resentment was also directed at her parents. If she could take revenge...
"This is the last resort. Fierce ghosts are different from resentful souls. Even if the resentment is resolved, it cannot be dissipated. It may even change in the face of blood. It will be difficult for me to deal with it then."
Zhou Shi tapped his chin and said, "Mr. Mo, I've been wondering if she was deliberately 'made'?"
His suspicion is not without reason. The series of events that happened to the Zhang family may seem unexpected and reasonable, but they are all related to the "eminent monk", making it difficult not to think more about it.
"I think so too. There are indeed people in our underworld who can turn corpses into ghosts..."
The two of them spent a long time together but couldn't come up with a solution. The "eminent monk" had disappeared after leaving the Zhang family. Where could he find it? What's more, such an evil skill as refining corpses and turning ghosts into ghosts was not something Zhou Shi could handle now.
"Let's go and have a look at the Zhang family's side room in two days. Fortunately, I asked Yuan Zhang to seal off the side room to protect the scene. Let's wait for a few days to let the negative energy in the room dissipate."
With this thought in mind, he sent Mr. Mo away, lay down on the kang, and slept in darkness.
In the next two days, the inn was uneventful, and all the ghosts left on time at 3:30. Zhou Shi also took this opportunity to catch up on his sleep.
Alas, it’s so uncomfortable to have day and night reversed...
The three people pulling the cart still have no intention of entering reincarnation, as if they are greedy for the "wine" in the inn. However, the three of them are quite talkative, and Zhou Shi is willing to chat with them when he is free.
He also tried to communicate with the ghost bride who was placed in the hay shed in the backyard, but the other party still did not respond, but did not attack him.
It seems that she really doesn't have any ill intentions... It's not appropriate to call her "Ghost Bride" all the time. Let's just call her "Xiao Lin" from now on.
Two days later, at 3:30 p.m., after the guests paid their bills, there was only a middle-aged man in a coarse short coat standing in the corner of the room drinking.
Zhou Shi picked up the iron abacus and stopped next to him.
"My guest, may I ask..."
"Oh, I'm sorry, your wine is too delicious, I didn't pay attention to you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
The other party was so polite, Zhou Shi felt a little uncomfortable.
The middle-aged man cupped his fists and continued:
"I've seen two horse racing masters."
Huh? This one is so...
At this time, Mr. Mo, who was sitting behind the counter, came behind Zhou Shi, looked at the middle-aged man, and said:
"You're holding back your treasure?"
"I don't dare, I don't dare, I just learned a little bit, and I'm still far from a real treasure-holding person."
Holding treasures is one of the eight folk arts, also known as "xiangling" and "guiding sheep", which specializes in searching for heavenly spirits and earthly treasures.
It turns out that this middle-aged man's surname was Wang Mingzhuang. In his early years, he lived in the south and studied under an old blind man.
The old blind man was born blind. He stayed in a dark room full of heavenly and earthly treasures for a year according to the cultivation method of holding treasures, and then he developed the skill of holding treasures and could "see" the spiritual energy on the treasures.
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Although Wang Zhuang did not have the talent of holding back treasures, he was accepted as a disciple by the old blind man because of his nimble hands and feet, and was brave and careful. He followed him around and learned some skills. He learned a lot about thieves and the underworld from the old blind man.
The old blind man told him the legend of the Horseman.
After the old blind man died, Wang Zhuang went to the north and became a mountain guest. He usually searched for treasures in the mountains, and sometimes did some underworld work, such as touching corpses.
Yesterday, Wang Zhuang found a wild ginseng tree on the mountain behind Zhoujiadian. According to his judgment, it should be over a hundred years old.
According to the method of taking ginseng, he strung copper coins with bloody silk thread and tied the wild ginseng leaves. When he was about to dig up the soil, he suddenly vomited blood and fell to the ground dead.
"I have no children in my life. I usually touch the corpses of those who died in the mountains. I know that one day I will be like them, and I have nothing to worry about. It's just that I have a mountain scripture with me, which I recorded when I followed the master.
A lifetime of hard work is not an exaggeration, it would be a pity to leave it in the mountains.
"Also, I want to find out what I'm into.
"You two horsemen, please go to the place where I died and help me pick up the mountain scripture."
Another person who died inexplicably... Zhou Shi recalled the exciting experience in the Zhang family and was reluctant to take this trip.
Alas, it’s impossible not to go, otherwise Wang Zhuang wouldn’t be able to come back. Besides, the rewards are still very generous, not only the rewards from Iron Abacus, but also a century-old mountain ginseng tree...
Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly in his heart and said: "It's useless to worry, Mr. Mo will let me go no matter what."
Sure enough, Mr. Mo said: "Don't worry, I, the shopkeeper, will make a trip for you."
"Thank you both!"
After a while, Wang Zhuang left, and Zhou Shi went up the mountain with the iron abacus. Only Mo Lao was left in the inn.
He was counting items with his deformed hands when he suddenly heard a crow calling from outside the door.
"Gah——gah——"
He immediately went out and when he came back, he had a small mailbox in his hand.
After reading the letter inside, Mr. Mo's expression changed.