Zhiyan's words really made me feel a little confused.

What are my uncle and the others doing now?

For me, this is also a mystery.

I glanced at Zhiyan, was silent for a while and said, "I don't have anything to clean up. We can go there now."

Zhiyan glanced at me in the dark, paused for a while, and then said, "You really don't need to bring anything else?"

We looked at each other.

I shook my head and said, "No need."

I'm going to meet the people my uncle left behind. Do I need to bring anything?

Time suddenly seemed to have stopped at this moment. After a short while, Zhiyan said: "Then you go out first, I will wait for you at the alley."

I:"……"

I thought to myself that Zhiyan's behavior was really strange.

Don't go out with me either.

"good."

I glanced at her, and I always felt that her figure looked a bit ghostly in the dark.

I was lost for a few seconds and then walked out.

When I got outside, I made a special observation to see if my fourth uncle had placed anyone there.

After waiting for a while, I confirmed that no one was there.

I became more courageous and walked towards the entrance of the alley.

My heart was full of doubts now, but when I arrived at the entrance of the alley, I didn't see Zhiyan's voice.

I shouted a few times before Zhiyan slowly walked out.

After we met, I said to her: "How do we get there?"

"There's a car ahead."

I walked behind her, her steps were very light, which gave people a strange feeling.

Sure enough, after walking for about three minutes, we got into the car. There was a person sitting in the car. When he saw Zhiyan coming, he shouted: "Sister, you are here."

The driver looked young, less than 20 years old, and looked pale.

There was a smile on his face, but Zhiyan ignored the young man at all.

The young man still didn't care and continued to laugh.

Not long after, his eyes fell on me and he said, "Are you Master Xiao Zhuo? I heard Master Chen talking about you."

The Mr. Chen he refers to is, not surprisingly, my uncle.

I hummed and said, "It's me, but you don't have to call me Xiao Zhuo. Just call me Xiao Zhuo."

The young man smiled and said disapprovingly: "Master Zhuo, you can't break the rules. If Master Chen knows about it later, he might blame me."

He smiled brightly.

When I saw this, I didn't say much.

The young man also introduced himself and said his name was Wang Minghui.

I hummed and had a good impression of him.

I will now ask: "Does my uncle still keep in touch with you?"

Wang Minghui replied: "No, we haven't contacted Mr. Chen for a month."

I:"……"

After hearing this, I couldn't help but feel a little stirred in my heart.

No contact for a month?

That……

Is it possible that the contact was made through Zhicyan this time?

I was filled with doubts.

"Then did he say anything to arrange this time?"

I continued to ask Wang Minghui.

Wang Minghui saw that I had a lot of questions, so he said directly: "Master Zhuo, I can't give you answers to these questions. I'm just a transparent person. You can ask other people when you get there."

After he said this, I couldn't say anything more.

The car drove forward for half an hour and finally stopped in a relatively dark alley.

During this period, Zhiyan beside me basically said nothing.

After Wang Minghui got off the car, he lit a cigarette and gave one to me.

After I took it, I took a few puffs, but before I could take a puff, I was suddenly cut off by the cyanide beside me.

I was surprised for a few seconds and looked at her doubtfully.

She ignored me at all and walked straight forward.

This street is a bit deserted, there is no one here.

But when I saw the signs hanging at the entrances of these shops, my expression changed slightly. They were all paper shops, coffin shops and the like.

This is a street of funerals in relationships, and these people are real. It’s not a good idea to choose a place to meet. If you have to choose a place like this to meet, aren’t you making yourself uncomfortable?

When he reached the door of a store, Wang Minghui knocked on the door first.

When he knocked on the door, it was quite distinctive, as if he was answering a code.

After knocking for a few times, there was a "squeaking" sound.

The door finally opened, and the man stretched out his head and looked around a few times, looking very wary.

We were allowed in only after it was confirmed that there was no danger.

When we got inside, we saw some dead things, not to mention that the lights on this guy were not very bright, giving the whole place a spooky feeling.

After he closed the door, I looked back.

Now I could see clearly what this guy looked like. He was lean, and when he smiled, most of his teeth were black.

And he was wearing a pair of glasses, which looked weird.

As soon as I fell in love with him, he smiled at me and asked me, "Are you Mr. Xiao Zhuo?"

He is probably in his forties or fifties.

After hearing this, I nodded and said, "It's me, my name is Chen Zhuo."

"Master Xiao Zhuo, Master Chen has told us to entertain you well this time."

He was smiling as he spoke, but when he smiled, he still felt a little weird.

I responded softly without saying anything more.

After entering the inner hall, I saw that it was still filled with many items for sale for the dead.

After passing through here, you can come to an atrium, where there are already three or four people.

When we arrived, everyone's eyes fell on me one by one.

I scanned the crowd, and everyone's eyes met mine.

Wang Minghui did not delay and said to everyone: "Everyone, Master Xiao Zhuo is here."

When his words came to light, there was no enthusiastic response from everyone. On the contrary, everyone was very calm, as if they had not heard the words.

There's something wrong with the atmosphere.

I laughed dryly and said, "Hello, my name is Chen Zhuo. If you don't mind, you can call me Xiao Zhuo."

After I finished speaking, no one responded.

At this time, a man with half black and half white hair walked up to me. His skin looked a little rough, even cracked.

His eyes were a little cloudy. He came up and asked me: "Master Zhuo, how many times have you been to the ground?"

I:"……"

His eyes were questioning.

Go to the ground?

Actually, I know what it means. It's nothing more than digging a grave.

The things dug out of it are generally called "ghost goods". Generally, people with no skills really can't swallow such things alive.

Was the time when Zhiyan and I went to the ground last time?

I thought about it briefly and raised a finger.

It's just that my answer obviously didn't satisfy the man with half-black and half-white hair in front of me.
Chapter completed!