After some talk, Xue Wusuan asked: "Where do you think people go after they die?"
"After death? According to superstition, people go to the underworld after death. According to scientific theory, there is no future after death."
"Then do you think it's better to have an underworld or not have an underworld?"
"I think it's good to have an underworld."
"Why?"
"Because there will be an afterlife. Maybe the regrets in this life can be made up for in the next life. Isn't that great?"
Make up for it? Afterlife?
Xue Wusuan was silent for a while. He smoked three cigarettes before saying again: "Have you ever thought about what I do?"
"I have thought about it. I think you should be a big brother on the road. You have committed a crime and are hiding here and there." Zhou Huiru laughed herself as she said this.
She didn’t know why she was laughing, so what was so funny? His body was picked up for no apparent reason, and then he was rescued for no apparent reason, and then she actually reunited with him thousands of kilometers away, and then drove the car after resigning.
The flower shop has his name. Isn’t this kind of emotion just self-destruction? Is there anything worth laughing about?
But she just wanted to laugh. It seemed that this man's embrace was poisonous.
"Big brother on the road? Hey, I used to be half a big brother, but not anymore. I am in the business of taking people's lives. I can take anyone's life. Do you believe it?"
Zhou Huiru's heart pounded, she gritted her teeth and nodded. She really believed it. Having seen Xue Wusuan's ferocious side, she felt that the profession of "killer" was very suitable for Xue Wusuan.
Xue Wusuan shook his head. He knew that the woman in his arms did not understand what he said. But it didn't matter. He just wanted to find an audience.
"Let me tell you a story. There used to be a bastard who didn't study well all day long. He wandered around and fought hard with others. He was in trouble and jailed..."
Zhou Huiru could understand what Xue Wusuan was saying at first, but later on, what about Yama, what realm, what godhood? Isn’t this too fantasy? It was funny in my heart, and I felt that this man’s ability to tell stories was too poor.
It's so mysterious that it actually makes people laugh.
"You are so ridiculous! Forget it, you don't understand even if I tell you."
"No, just say it and I believe it."
"roll!"
After another fuss, Zhou Huiru asked for trouble and fainted again. When she woke up, it was already the next morning. She sat up suddenly, turned her head, and saw that there was no one around her. She suddenly froze and laughed at herself.
He smiled, but his eyes couldn't help but get wet.
"Oh? Are you crying this early in the morning?"
"You! You didn't leave?"
"What the hell! Go downstairs and buy some soy milk and fried dough sticks. Come over and eat it as soon as you get up." Xue Wusuan lit up his cigarette and pointed to the food bag on the table with a smile. To be honest, he really wanted to leave last night. But in the end
Still stayed. I can’t explain why.
"By the way, after you left last time, an old man found me here somehow. He gave me a business card and asked me to pass it to you, saying that he had business to discuss with you?"
Old man? Business?
Xue Wusuan took the business card, which had a name and a phone number on it. He glanced at it and smiled. It turned out to be the business card of old man Jian Chen.
This makes sense. So is there anything else besides soul poison that can be called business?
She took Zhou Huiru's cell phone and dialed the number on the business card. After two rings, she picked up.
"Hey, who are you?"
"Old Jian, do you still remember me?"
"It's you! Where are you now? I'll be right over!" The voice sounded quite urgent.
Xue Wusuan smiled and said: "Where else can I be? In the county, Jinchengyuan Community, if you want to come, come. But I can't wait for you long."
"One hour! Wait for me one hour!"
After hanging up the phone, Xue Wusuan grabbed a glass of soy milk and drank it. He was thinking about how to extort money later. But he saw Zhou Huiru's resentful eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. When are you leaving?"
"There should be four or five days left, right? What? You can't bear to leave me?"
"Um."
He actually nodded and admitted. Now it was Xue Wu's turn to be embarrassed. He was secretly worried: What the hell is this! Is the relationship between humans and ghosts over? Go to hell!
Fortunately, Old Man Jian arrived faster than expected, so Xue Wusuan was not embarrassed for too long.
When he sat down in the living room, the old man winked repeatedly, hoping to talk to Xue Wusuan alone. Xue Wusuan ignored him.
"Just say it! What kind of wink are you giving me?"
Zhou Huiru smiled, stood up and said she was going out to buy groceries, and went out consciously, leaving Xue Wusuan and Jian Chen alone to chat.
"Tell me, why are you so anxious to contact me for business?"
"How much do you still have on hand?"
Poof! Xue Wusuan spit a sip of tea in Jian Chen's face, and said angrily: "What kind of goods are not goods? I told you, that thing is called soul poison!"
"Okay, okay, are you ready for the soul poison? Do you still have it? Make an offer, how much do we want from Longhu Mountain?"
Jian Chen didn't want to be in such a hurry. But the soul poison was really easy to use. I went abroad not long ago, and a junior ghost king injured four Taoist masters in a row. In the end, he tried to run away, but he used the soul poison to kill him.
After a little bit of contact, he immediately shriveled up. Although he could still move, his strength was only 30% at most, and then he was knocked out of his mind.
The Taoist priests in Longhu Mountain were overjoyed to know that it was so easy to use, but no matter how frugally they used it, they could only use it a few times. Even several Taoists who were close friends came to the mountain gate to ask for some, and wanted to go back and study it. But Longhu
The mountain is gone in my own hands.
The most irritating thing is that Xue Wusuan appears and disappears, and no one can be found at all. Now that the call finally came, how could they let it go?
"You don't lack money, and neither do I. You know what I'm interested in."
Jian Chen nodded, took out two thin books from his bag and pushed them in front of Xue Wusuan. He said, "Two books on ghost arts, see how much soul poison you can exchange for them."
Xue Wusuan didn't answer the call. The system had already given him an estimate. They were two third-grade ghost arts.
"Two bottles."
"Too little! At least three bottles!"
"Just two bottles. These two books are about the same level as the ones you gave me before, and have no research value. If you have better ones, I will naturally increase the price."
The old man Jian Chen curled his lips, reluctantly took out another book and put it on the table. Xue Wusuan took a look, oh, fourth-level ghost technique?! Doesn't this mean it's a method used by ghosts in the Void Realm?
?
"How about this one? How many bottles can I exchange for?"
Xue Wusuan thought for a while and said: "This book can be exchanged for five bottles. You have eight bottles in total, and the extra bottle is for you. Not only ghost skills, but also any good things you have in the future can be given to me.
Take a look, I want the ones that suit me, and the prices are absolutely high!”
This ghost technique was acquired by old man Jian Chen from the surrendered ghost king when he was young, following his master. Although he knew it was rare, he didn't expect it to be worth five bottles of soul poison. He was naturally overjoyed, as five bottles of soul poison meant
He can use it to subdue at least three such ghost kings. It's a hugely profitable business!
He put away the eight bottles on the table with a swipe of his hand, and asked with a smile: "That's no problem, but how can I contact you?"
"You don't need to contact me. If you really need something, leave a message for Zhou Huiru. I will contact you when I get back."
"Where are you usually? You don't have a phone number?"