I followed the crowd with curious faces and walked out of the hospital.

After leaving the hospital, I was squeezed all the way to a remote alley behind the hospital by the people watching the fun.

Although the alley is remote, there are advertising signs with neon lights hanging everywhere. There are massage shops on the street here.

"So many massage shops, can you open this place?" I asked at these massage shops.

After hearing what I said, the old man next to me looked at me with contempt and said, "Do you kid really don't understand or fake it? Can you still open the streets in this place?"

"Is it traditional Chinese medicine physiotherapy?"

I glanced at the hospital behind me and felt that this hospital was the most popular here.

When he heard me talking about traditional Chinese medicine physiotherapy, the old man was stunned for a moment, then looked at me with a meaningful look, and kept nodding and saying, "Cultural people are cultural people, and what they say is different. Yes, yes, it is Chinese medicine physiotherapy. When I finish the acupuncture, I will do Chinese medicine physiotherapy!"

While we were talking, we had already arrived at the scene of the incident and saw it at the door of a "Red Leaf Massage Shop".

The gathering was full of people, and because there were too many people, we could not see the situation inside.

"Give it a minute, let it a minute, hit the old man, my one million yuan per bottle of cancer treatment. I want you to pay for it!" After muttering a few times in the crowd, the old man was so scared that everyone around him gave in.

I also benefited from it and squeezed to the front of the crowd.

When I came, I happened to see two medical staff carrying a man and a woman out of the entrance of the massage parlor. The woman was sitting on the man's body, with a red quilt covered under her waist, and nothing could be seen.

But the woman had a red face and buried her head very low, with endless fear in her eyes.

When I saw the man, I was shocked. This man was not a shriveled mummy.

What surprised me the most was that the body was sprayed with red paint on it, "Father of Yunxiaozi".

This big word is distorted and very ugly, a bit like it was written by someone who just learned to write.

Yun Xiaozi, isn’t this the head of the Shenxiao Sect?

"This, what's going on?" I asked, pulling a woman in her thick makeup, about fifty or sixty.

The woman turned around and saw me for the first time, her eyes shone brightly, pulled me aside and said, "Handsome guy, can you play? It only costs fifty yuan, I will tell you if you play!"

"Play? What are you playing?" I looked confused.

"What do you say you're playing? Of course it's fun!" As he said that, the woman reached out and touched me.

Then I realized what the old man said. I pushed the woman away and said with a look of shame, "Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, Female Donor, please respect yourself!"

"Tsk!" The old woman who was pushed away by me cut it off and pointed to the person who was being carried into the car and said, "You Taoist priest is really boring. People who die know that they can crawl out of the coffin for fun. You are not as good as a dead person."

I took out a hundred dollars from my pocket and gave it to the old woman, and asked, "I won't play, tell me, what's going on here?"

When the old woman saw the hundred yuan in my hand, her eyes shone brightly, and she heard her whisper: "This Yun Xiaozi's father walked into this massage parlor in the morning. When the massage girl was just enough, she realized that this was a dead person..."

Dead man, go to a massage parlor?

Why am I so familiar with this situation? Suddenly I remembered what Yun Xiaozi said three years ago. Although the people from Jiuzi Sect are not very strong in the Feng Shui circle, they can control the dead people underground.

There was once a precedent for people from Jiushimen to dig out their ancestors and throw them into massage parlors!

This must have been done by Dong'er!


Chapter completed!