Seeing the envy, hatred and a little bit of adoration from the hook-nosed man, Uncle Jiu puffed up his chest slightly. His words were so false that no one would believe them, so he didn't explain.
"puff!"
The hooked nose was filled with jealousy, and he coughed out the last mouthful of hot blood from his chest. His eyes gradually turned gray, and he muttered about the injustice of heaven before he died.
"Uncle Jiu, he is starting to feel cold. Just in case, I suggest killing his soul first and then burning his body. What do you think?"
Liao Wenjie looked at Uncle Jiu. Cremation and one-stop cremation was a special service of Yizhuang and Uncle Jiu's specialty. He just waited for the dinner to start and stopped joining in the fun.
You can be a human being!
"The demons have done so many evil things that they have long since lost the possibility of being reincarnated. Look..."
Uncle Jiu pointed around. The group of ghosts were impatient and on the verge of breaking out: "Let's go quickly, lest it affects us."
"good."
Liao Wenjie nodded. The ghosts were gathering together for a meal and shouldn't be disturbed.
The two dragged the literary talent Qiu Sheng away, but before they could get far, the ghosts could no longer hold themselves back and swarmed towards the hook-nosed body, forcefully tearing his soul out of his body.
These ghosts were previously controlled by the Ghost Control Banner, or were wandering ghosts forcibly captured by Hook-Bose, or were killed by Hook-Bose in life and were enslaved by him after death.
The resentment is so great that if they are not allowed to take revenge with their own hands, they may never be able to rest in peace, and may even harm innocent people to vent their resentment.
…
Twenty minutes later, the group of ghosts dispersed on their own. Liao Wenjie dragged Uncle Jiu back the same way and examined the hook-nosed body.
In line with the saying of the cycle of cause and effect, retribution will be unpleasant.
Hook-nosed's body was too horrible to look at, and his three souls and seven souls were torn into pieces. In the next life...
It seems that there is no next life.
In case the corpse was poisonous, Liao Wenjie looked through it with his copper coin sword and couldn't find the equipment secrets that had fallen. He couldn't help but shook his head in disappointment.
Among other things, the magic of using a ghost as the core and a paper man as the shell is very exciting.
Don't get me wrong, he is thinking about serious business, just like the 'God of Gamblers' Gao Jin, he definitely doesn't mind spending a lot of money to have a long talk with his girlfriend for a night.
Whether your body can bear it or not is another matter. The key point is that an infatuated person cannot love his family. Just thinking about it makes Liao Wenjie feel heartbroken.
"Ajie, he can't die anymore, there is no need to check so carefully." Uncle Jiu was an upright man, and his thoughts were not as dirty as Liao Wenjie's. I thought he had made the mistake of being cautious again.
"There is no regret medicine in the world. You will never go wrong if you are careful."
Liao Wenjie stood up, sprinkled the yellow talisman, and burned the mutilated body of Hook Nose on fire. Until the flames were extinguished, he walked towards the basket of cloth bags not far away.
"Brother Jie, there is a diary here. It is written in foreign languages. Can you understand it?"
The hook-nosed man was diligent and thrifty, and Uncle Jiu was no exception. He asked Qiu Sheng, a literary talent, to find a way to move the copper coins back to Yizhuang. The two of them looked sad, and they couldn't walk even if they were carrying zombies on their backs, let alone their flesh and blood bodies.
When he was choosing to lose weight, Wencai pulled out a diary from his cloth bag. The text was like twists. He didn't know the other person, and the other person didn't know him.
"journal?"
Liao Wenjie's eyes lit up, and he thought there was no chance, but it turned out that there was a bright future, a hooked nose, and the habit of writing a diary.
It’s a good habit. I hope my future enemies will be like Hook Nose and work hard every day and keep updating.
He took the thick-covered diary, turned two pages in the moonlight, and smiled even more happily after briefly browsing.
English, understandable.
With a hooked nose and a head full of red hair, Liao Wenjie thought he was a Dutchman and did not go to the UK. After all, it is well known that British men have less red hair and are more likely to go bald in middle age. The amount of hair on the hooked nose obviously does not match.
Although both Dutch and English are written around 26 letters, in fact, Dutch is closer to German. Compared with English, both grammar and words are very different. Both sides can't even guess what the opposite is.
Several meanings.
Liao Wenjie has never studied Dutch, but when he heard it, it felt... like a drunk German spitting.
"Ajie, what's written on it?"
“It’s very messy, with a hammer in one place and a stick in the other, like a travel guide plus foodie reviews.”
Liao Wenjie closed the diary: "It's too late to see clearly. Let's go back to Yizhuang first."
"Master, what should I do with this basket of copper coins? It's too heavy and Wencai and I can't drag it back."
"Stop talking nonsense. If you can't complete this test, how can you practice Taoism? You two have been studying for many years, but your perseverance is not as good as that of a foreigner. It's really embarrassing."
…
The next day, Uncle Jiu stood in front of the gate of Yizhuang that had been burned to rubble, with his hands behind his back and a look on his face reminiscing about the past.
When the Yizhuang was built, he personally added bricks and tiles to the courtyard walls. Now that the walls and doors were burned down, he felt indescribably complicated.
Fortunately, only one wall and two doors were missing, and several rooms were intact.
It's really the most unfortunate thing among all the lucky ones, ah, no, it's the most lucky thing among the unfortunate ones!
Yes, the fire in Yizhuang was put out.
The reason was that when Simu came back from chasing the corpses and saw the fire coming from the sky, he hurriedly performed the perpetual motion machine to draw water, asking his customers to help put out the fire.
Some warm-hearted neighbors came to help. With the strength of the crowd, the fire was extinguished in a short time.
He is usually willing to help others, but when times of difficulty come to his aid from all directions, Uncle Jiu looked at the intact main house and side house and lamented that there is still true love in the world. The more he thought about it, the happier he became, and he shed tears of joy.
Uncle Jiu was very happy, but Liao Wenjie was very unhappy. He squatted in the corner and felt sad.
Several houses were saved by the villagers, but Erhei was cremated on the spot because no one cared about him.
Such a big dog just didn't move. No one helped him in the fire. This...
Is this something a human can do?
Liao Wenjie felt unhappy when he thought of Er Hei's former voice and smile. Er Hei had left completely. Where could he find a corpse and contact him with Taoism?
It's no use having four eyes back. Not to mention that he takes good care of his clients. The key is that it's inappropriate. Liao Wenjie doesn't want to disturb the dead.
"Master!"
"Master, we are back!"
Wen Cai Qiu Sheng came all the way, with a face full of joy, as if he had successfully found his partner on a blind date.
The two of them were in the woods last night, and they couldn't carry the copper coins back to Yizhuang all night long. They borrowed a carriage at dawn to get it done. Before eating, the unhappy Uncle Jiu was used as a coolie to help move Master Ren's belongings.
Return to Renfu.
"What are you doing? Can you have a sharp eye? Don't you see that your master is sad when he sees things and thinks about his emotions?"
Liao Wenjie didn't look back: "Also, keep your voice down, your uncle is catching up on his sleep in the back room, don't wake him up."
"No, Brother Jie, there is good news."
"Haha, let me know if you two have any good news."
"We helped Mr. Ren move things, and before leaving, he invited us to dinner. At the dinner table, he expressed his gratitude to Master and was willing to contribute money to repair the courtyard wall of Yizhuang."
"Then we talked about how Master likes pavilions, rockeries, small bridges and flowing water. Master Ren didn't say anything and said it was just a small amount of money. Workers would come to measure the land right away."
"There is also a bamboo forest. Mr. Ren bought land to help expand the Yizhuang and build a bamboo forest."
"Yes, yes, there is also a bamboo forest. He is indeed a rich man, and his actions are generous."
Wen Cai Qiu Sheng said to each other that when they heard the great news, they immediately ran back in order to give the master a surprise.
You two didn't cheat Uncle Jiu, this is unreasonable!
Liao Wenjie was in disbelief and looked at the sun in the sky. Did he remember wrongly that the sun came out from the west today?
After thinking about it, he said: "Don't worry, Uncle Jiu is sad. He may be hurt if he turns from great sadness to great joy. I'll tell him later."
I didn't mean anything else, I just felt that if these two scoundrels didn't deceive the master, they must be secretly planning a big move and preparing to give Uncle Jiu a cruel blow. Uncle Jiu treated him badly, so he couldn't just sit idly by and watch.
"Come on, Brother Jie, don't try to lie to us again. If we don't tell Master the great news quickly, he will definitely think that we are deliberately trying to trouble him."
"That's right, do you really think we are stupid?"
Qiu Sheng, a literary talent, shook his head repeatedly. He learned a lot from the experience and was determined not to be fooled again. He ran to Uncle Jiu and reported the good news.
"Is this true!?"
Uncle Jiu was overjoyed. After three seconds, he regained his composure and said with a straight face: "It's just external things. Why do I, a Taoist priest, care so much about it? Master Ren is interested. I know he is very grateful to me, but I also use money to do things.
We all don’t owe each other, how can we let him spend money again?”
"No, Master, forget it?"
"Otherwise, do I really want Master Ren to repair my yard? Nonsense, what's the difference between this and asking for favors? Am I that kind of person?"
Uncle Jiu glared at the two of them angrily: "You dare to say anything to others. My good reputation has been ruined by you. Go and push this matter to the Ren Mansion... Forget it, you two are unreliable.
, I’d better go there myself!”
After saying that, Uncle Jiu rolled up his sleeves and walked away. Looking in the direction, he saw that it was really Ren Mansion.
"Brother Jie, you are right. Master was so sad and happy that his brain was burned out."
"I can't figure it out. Why don't you take it for free?"
"Stop showing off your IQ and learn from Uncle Jiu. If you can be 30% as stable as him... ahem, 30% of his stability will be enough for you to benefit from for the rest of your life."
Liao Wenjie glanced at Uncle Jiu's back. With this quick step, if it weren't for gravity, he would almost be floating.
If the predictions were correct, Uncle Jiu's trip was destined to be fruitless and he would be sent back drunk.
Liao Wenjie can imagine any specific situation.
At the wine table, Master Ren seduced him in every possible way. Uncle Jiu repeatedly tried to evade him, but he was unable to match Master Ren's passion. Coupled with his excessive drinking, Master Ren got what he wanted in a daze.