Yu Sheng looked around and said to him again, "She wants to be your master? Isn't that good?"
The little old man said: "I'm talking about baboon blood."
"Oh, this." Yu Sheng looked at him, "I've finished drinking."
"When did you finish drinking?" the little old man asked.
"It's been a long time." Yu Sheng said.
He looked straight at the little old man, trying his best to show sincerity in his eyes so that the little old man would not doubt him.
"But the baboon's blood is very short-lived," the little old man said.
"Ah, this." Yu Sheng was busy making excuses, "Maybe it's because the baboon blood I drank is more powerful, the one from 82 years old."
"Eighty-two years?" the little old man said, "The eighty-two-year-old baboon is still young, and the time limit is not long."
Now even a sincere look can't save Yu Sheng.
His eyes were rolling around, and he suddenly thought of the Donghuang mentioned by the blind storyteller downstairs.
He hurriedly said: "That baboon is from the 82nd year of the Eastern Wasteland."
The little old man was shocked. In the 82nd year of the Eastern Wilds, that was almost tens of thousands of years ago. Then this monster was really powerful.
I couldn't talk about it anymore for the rest of my life, "You guys teach me first, and I'll go practice calligraphy."
"Little shopkeeper..." The little old man stretched out his hand to stop him and walked away without looking back.
Seeing that Yu Sheng was gone, the ghost couldn't help but grab the little old man's beard.
"Hiss," the little old man took a breath of air and glared at the ghost before he let go unconvinced.
The expression on his face was as if he was looking down upon him by pulling his beard.
As soon as the little old man turned around, Yu Sheng came back and took away the "Nine-Tailed Turtle" from his hand, "I'm very old and I still don't learn well."
Before the little old man could react, he quickly withdrew.
The little old man didn't believe in the blood of 10,000-year-old baboons. He felt that the shopkeeper must have some in stock.
However, the blood of baboons is extremely precious, so it is understandable that the shopkeeper would be reluctant to part with it.
The little old man had made up his mind to find some way to get some, because the blood of the baboon was of great help to the ghost-hunting master and Wu Zhu.
Equally important to ghost hunters and witches are the willow branches broken off from the willow tree that has become a spirit.
When Yu Sheng went out, he met the dog. He had a salted fish in his mouth and was pulling it out of the corner.
Yu Sheng misunderstood, "No wonder this salted fish disappeared in the blink of an eye. I bet you hid it."
"Woof woof", Gouzi was dissatisfied with being framed, but Yu Sheng couldn't understand it.
He lifted the salted fish up and after taking a closer look, he saw that the salted fish had changed. There was actually a trace of panic in the dead fish's eyes.
I checked it over and over for the rest of my life, but couldn't figure out the mystery behind this salted fish, so I simply put it away and returned it to Lu Renyi when I was free.
There was no one on the attic verandah, only the patter of drizzle hanging on the eaves, and the occasional sound of bells left by the wind.
Yu Sheng sat down and looked up to see the black clouds were very low, forming an iron plate pressing down on the sky.
The green mountains in the distance were invisible, and the bamboo forest and fields in the west of the town were all submerged in the mist and rain, soaked by the drizzle and falling into a comfortable silence.
There was a light mist on the lake, and a swallow flew across the water, then flew to the attic, causing a chirping sound.
Yu Sheng looked up and saw that under the tiles outside the eaves, swallows had built a nest at some time, and several fledglings were waiting for feeding.
He took out the post and drew it carefully.
These words were very attractive to him, and he could not help but be immersed in them, forgetting the passing years, the young birds and the visitors.
The black cat emerged from nowhere, jumped onto Yu Sheng's lap, adjusted its position and lay down.
Yu Sheng only felt his knees sinking, but he did not come back to his senses and continued to be immersed in admiration.
He kept making signs with the word "forever".
This character is so wonderful that all the strokes such as dot, horizontal, vertical, and hook are all integrated into it.
When his neck became overwhelmed, he raised his head to rest and saw Aunt Qing sitting next to him at some point.
She leaned on the table with her left hand as a pillow, looking at the rainy scene outside boredly, taking a sip of wine from time to time.
A trace of radiance fell playfully in front of her face, covering the corners of her eyebrows.
Yu Sheng, who had already formed a habit, helped her put it behind her ear. Only when he took his hand back did he feel something was wrong.
Fortunately, Aunt Qing didn't care. He hurriedly looked for a topic and said, "Why do you like drinking?"
"Wine tastes better than water." Aunt Qing shook the wine jar.
This excuse was very reasonable, and Yu Sheng felt that she really drank the wine as if it were sugar water.
"The other thing is getting used to it." Aunt Qing added, "When I first started drinking, I found it difficult to drink, but then I got used to it as I drank."
"Since you find it difficult to drink, why are you still used to drinking it?" Yu Sheng asked.
Yu Sheng doesn't like drunkenness. In his opinion, tea and sweet water are much better to drink than alcohol.
"People don't like to endure hardship, but don't you get used to it after eating it?" Aunt Qing said.
As if she was afraid of asking any more questions for the rest of her life, Aunt Qing asked: "When did you see a ghost?"
"It's been like this since I was a child." Yu Sheng said firmly.
"Nonsense." Aunt Qing said, "Don't forget, I hugged you when you were wearing crotchless pants, don't try to deceive me."
Yu Sheng shrank his legs and said, "You're not looking at anything you shouldn't be looking at, are you?"
"Looking for a fight." Aunt Qing patted his forehead and took another sip of wine. "Throughout your father's eighteen generations, there has never been anyone who can see ghosts."
Yu Sheng said: "Perhaps it is inherited from my mother's eighteenth generation ancestors."
"Where did your mother come from..." Aunt Qing paused and said, "Your mother's eighteenth generation ancestors don't even exist. Please tell me the truth."
"You scold me, be careful of Lao Yu popping out of the coffin." Yu Sheng looked for excuses, just because he could see ghosts because he realized that his soul had passed through.
"Don't interrupt." Aunt Qing said. Yu Sheng's ability to see ghosts made her puzzled and a little worried.
Seeing that I couldn't shirk it for the rest of my life, I could only tell a half-truth and a half-hypothesis: "I was playful when I was young and almost fell into the water and died."
"What, fell into the water and died!" Aunt Qing frowned.
With the way his mother had tortured him since childhood, he was still safe even in the stormy sea, let alone the lake around the town.
Seeing Yu Sheng nod, Aunt Qing asked again: "Aren't you the best at swimming?"
"Yes." Yu Sheng was also confused.
After falling into the water, his soul came back, and the memories of the two lives were merged together. There was me in you, you in me, no distinction between them, as if they were all experienced by one soul.
This is also the reason why there is no barrier between him and Lao Yu.
Among those memories, he clearly remembered that he was the best at swimming, but for some reason he almost drowned in the water.
"Were you attacked by a fish demon or dragged down by a water ghost?" Aunt Qing guessed.
Yu Sheng shook his head, "No, I just suddenly can't swim anymore."
Aunt Qing couldn't figure it out either. Could there be any secrets hidden in the water around the town?
She decided to ask the three water ghosts in the lake. They might know something strange.
These three water ghosts and Yu Sheng are actually old acquaintances.
When Yu Sheng didn't want to go into the water, his mother who cheated her son came up with a good idea, which was to use the law of inevitability of water ghosts to make Yu Sheng have to go into the water.
This is also the reason why Yu Sheng slipped and fell into the water when he promised the water ghost last time.
Although I can’t remember it now, my childhood habits are still hidden in my body.
As for the ability to see ghosts after falling into the water, Aunt Qing was even more confused. Maybe it was because of the soul?