Zhang Jihong and the others went downstairs, and Fang Ming returned to the table, where there were still a few red hair strands.
"Fang Ming, did you say something that you didn't say before? I remember when Zhao Xing didn't want to show up, you said you would help him. What did you mean?"
Without outsiders, Han Qiaoqiao asked the questions she was concerned about.
"I don't know what kind of disease Zhao Xing has, but what I know is that in the advanced stage of his disease, his skin will rot all over his body." Fang Ming looked at Han Qiaoqiao, but he didn't expect that Han Qiaoqiao would notice this.
"Actually, I made a mistake in my previous judgment. Although Zhao Xing had been in the hospital, he should have been an orphan. Therefore, after he died of illness, his body was rotten but was not cleaned up effectively, so he was cremated and buried casually."
"Ghosts, like people, need to dress up. The image of many ghosts remains at the moment of death and burial. This is why funeral parlors have the profession of undertaker."
Fang Ming explained that the profession of undertaker has existed since ancient times, and the job content is to put makeup on the dead. However, this profession actually has very high requirements for people. In ancient times, there were people who specialized in this industry, and they were generally
It's passed down in the family.
Fang Ming knew from his master's words that some powerful morticians were actually no worse than Taoist priests and eminent monks, especially when it came to understanding ghosts. They might be far better than others.
Metaphysics is extensive and profound, and has evolved into countless branches, each with its own special skills. For example, the Taoist priests from Maoshan are good at catching ghosts, and the Taoist priests from Laoshan are good at spells.
The art of exorcising corpses passed down by the major families in western Hunan, the corpse-catchers on the edge of the Yellow River, the method of communicating with demons by disciples from the north, the art of exorcising insects and poison in southern Xinjiang...
Fang Ming's master once personally admitted that he was not as good as the southern Xinjiang priest in terms of the art of expelling insects, and in terms of the method of controlling corpses, he could not compare with the Xiangxi family that had been passed down for thousands of years. In the metaphysics system, if you are not afraid of being expert, you are afraid of not being perfect.
These are just some big branches. In addition, countless small sects have evolved. Each small sect almost has its own unique skills, such as the incense-burning sect that his master once encountered.
Incense-burning sect, as the name suggests, is a sect that mainly lights incense. This sect carries a lot of incense with them, and for them incense is the best medium. Many things can be inferred from the burning speed of the incense and the trajectory of the cigarette.
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Of course, Fang Ming did not tell Han Qiaoqiao this information. After all, Han Qiaoqiao was not in the circle, so it was of little use to know this.
"Zhao Xing did not wear makeup after his death, and because his body was rotten, the ghost after his death also smelled. You also smelled that smell before. If he really revealed his true form, he would be a
A rotten and smelly child."
When Han Qiaoqiao heard this, a look of realization appeared on her pretty face, because she understood what Fang Ming meant.
Zhao Xing was afraid that that image would scare Dandan, so he didn't show up.
"It's just that Zhao Xing didn't expect that he would turn into a paper man in the end and still be disliked by the little girl." Han Qiaoqiao said quietly.
"There are no consequences for humans and ghosts. In fact, it's okay to make Zhao Xing give up. It's just that Zhao Xing's last choice was a bit beyond my expectation."
After time to calm down, Fang Ming's tone also became calmer. He pinched a few red hairs on the table with his right hand, then walked behind the screen beside him, took out a wooden box there, and put these red hairs in his hands.
The hair was put into the wooden box and placed on the cabinet shelf in front of the incense burner.
After doing this, Fang Ming lit three more incense sticks, bowed three times towards the wooden box, and finally placed the incense sticks on the incense burner.
"Fang Ming, what are you doing?" Han Qiaoqiao asked curiously after seeing Fang Ming's behavior.
"After all, he is a ghost worthy of admiration. I would like to show my respect by placing an incense stick on him."
"Hey, I thought you only care about money."
Han Qiaoqiao was half-joking, because Fang Ming presented such an image, giving Zhang Jihong and others the impression that he was a master who stole money.
Fang Ming smiled bitterly. He was indeed short of money, but he also deliberately showed this appearance, even at the opening ceremony. The reason was very simple: he was afraid of being entangled.
Human beings are very strange creatures. When their common sense is broken, they begin to become suspicious of the little things in life.
If he didn't behave like this, these people would probably come to him every day. Today, the one who had a nightmare asked him to see if a ghost was lying on the bed, and tomorrow, the one with a headache came to see if he was contaminated with something dirty.
Then he doesn't have to be busy with other things.
Of course, Fang Ming kept these strands of Zhao Xing's hair not just to show respect for the incense sticks. If one day his cultivation level improves, even if he cannot reach the level of a great witch, as long as he reaches the seven-star or eight-star level of the wizard
, every time you offer incense to Zhao Xing, he will be less punished in the underworld.
"Okay, it's almost time. It's time for me to leave. I came here this time to tell you something."
"What's going on?" Fang Ming asked curiously.
"I went to the capital a few days ago and met your friend at Shuimu University."
"The one in my family?"
Fang Ming didn't react at first. He had been alone since his master died. Where did he find his home?
However, just the next second, the expression on Fang Ming's face changed, and he asked with some surprise: "Are you talking about Tzuyu?"
"Hey, the reaction is so big when it comes to Tzuyu. Is there anyone else besides Tzuyu?"
Han Qiaoqiao is so weird, especially when she pouted her lips without even noticing it, which can be a bottle of jealousy.
"No, no."
Fang Ming shook his head quickly and then scratched his head, which made Han Qiaoqiao roll her eyes even more, because she found that only at this moment, Fang Ming looked a bit like a young man who had just come out of society, instead of the calm and calm person he had always been.
Her father has a lot to offer.
"It seems that Tzuyu still has influence on you."
Han Qiaoqiao knew that Fang Ming's sudden change was all because of Ye Ziyu, and only Ye Ziyu could arouse Fang Ming's emotions.
"Hey, hey, I was very excited when I saw you for the first time." Fang Ming explained with a rare duplicity.
"Man, please don't blink your eyes when you lie. When you see me, you are either excited or restless. After all, I am so charming and a charming little fairy."
Han Qiaoqiao gave Fang Ming a bossy look, then curled her lips and said, "Don't get excited. Just because you are interested in others doesn't mean that they are interested in you. After all, to them, you are just a poor kid in a mountain village.
, we have only been together for a few months, and she is the campus beauty. So many outstanding boys with good family backgrounds and good grades are pursuing her. Are you so sure that she still remembers you?"
The smile on Fang Ming's face froze slightly. Yes, the girl in her childhood has returned to the city and grown up. Will she still remember the boy in the mountain village?
"Do you want to know what Ziyu's reaction was when she heard your name?" Han Qiaoqiao shook her hair and looked at Fang Ming with an expectant look. That means, come and beg me, sister, and I will tell you.
"Not interested."
Fang Ming was not fooled, because he knew Han Qiaoqiao's character very well. There was a demon living in this woman's heart. If he really followed her routine, he would only be deceived.
"Don't you want to know? Well, I originally added Ziyu's Weibo account and was thinking about giving it to you. Since you're not interested, forget it." Han Qiaoqiao clapped her hands, "Okay, then I'll withdraw too."
Already."
"Ahem."
Seeing Han Qiaoqiao walking towards the stairs, Fang Ming coughed a few times.
"Why, you have a cold? I'm coughing in this summer and I'm feeling weak. Young people nowadays are really serious. If this is the case, for the sake of Tzuyu's sexual well-being, it's best for you two not to contact each other." Han Qiaoqiao
He turned around and said with a mocking look on his face.
"Tell me what conditions you want."
Fang Ming asked directly. Rather than being teased by this goblin, it would be better to ask her directly about her conditions.
"readily."
Han Qiaoqiao snapped her fingers, raised her eyebrows, and kept firing her charming eyes at Fang Ming, "If this is the case, it will be over, and I will make this lady talk so much nonsense."
"I can give you Ziyu's Weiwei. All I ask is that you accompany me somewhere tomorrow, and you must obey my orders and not undermine me."
"Where?"
Fang Ming frowned. He vaguely felt that this was the real purpose of Han Qiaoqiao's arrival this time. He said before that all this was for this moment.
"Don't worry about this. I won't let you kill people and set fires anyway."
Seeing that Fang Ming was unmoved, Han Qiaoqiao snorted angrily, "No, no, believe it or not, I will tell Ziyu that you have already had sex with me."
"Well……"
Fang Ming's mouth twitched. He didn't expect Han Qiaoqiao to say such terrifying threats.
"Don't doubt it. I have Tzuyu's Weiwei, and I also have photos of you and me at home. Do you think Tzuyu won't believe it? The most important thing is that you have no chance to explain. Besides, like me..."
"You win."
Fang Ming interrupted Han Qiaoqiao directly because he knew what Han Qiaoqiao was going to say next, which was nothing more than self-praise.
"Just agree. You first tell me what your Weibo account is, and then I will push Tzuyu's business card to you."
"I don't have Weiwei, just wait for me."
Fang Ming took out his mobile phone. He really didn't have Weiwei. He immediately downloaded the software and registered an account on his mobile phone.
"Give me the QR code and I will scan it."
Han Qiaoqiao grabbed Fang Ming's mobile phone, scanned Fang Ming's QR code and sent it to add friends. He murmured softly: "I am his first woman, even though I am only slightly attracted to her."
"What are you talking about, so quietly?" Fang Ming didn't hear Han Qiaoqiao's words clearly.
"I didn't say anything. I just said why are you so old-fashioned? These days, there are still young people who don't use Weiwei. Even the uncles and aunts can use it. I really don't know how you have survived these years?"
"How do you survive?"
Fang Ming smiled bitterly. He had followed his master around all these years and had no need for Weiwei at all.
"Okay, Ziyu's Weiwei is given to you. You can add it yourself. I'll leave first."
After Han Qiaoqiao sent Ye Ziyu's Weibo account to Fang Ming, she walked directly downstairs without any intention of stopping.
"Hey, Miss Han, let's leave now. It's almost dinner time. Why don't we have dinner together?"
Hua Mingming's voice came from downstairs, and the next moment Hua Mingming walked up the stairs, "Fang Ming, what's wrong between you and Miss Han? Why do I feel that Miss Han's face is very ugly, full of murderous aura."
"I guess my aunt is here."
Fang Ming answered casually, but his eyes were fixed on the Weiwei number on his phone, and then he opened it gently with his finger.