In Wanfu Hall, Master explained one by one the details of what I would do after I leave tonight.
He also warned me again and again that this time I went there to accumulate merit and save lamp oil.
Don't use force unless absolutely necessary.
I know my situation very well.
Now he is a person who has been eaten by lamp oil and is about to die.
I have to keep grabbing ghosts' longevity and accumulating merit in order to survive.
Even if I have fox paws on my body and the Bagua Mirror given by Master.
But I am still just an ordinary person, and there is no so-called Taoism in my body.
The only difference from ordinary people.
It’s just that if your luck is low, Yang and Fire are weak, you can see dirty things while walking on the road!
After making all preparations, it was about 8:30 pm.
I left Wanfutang carrying a small bag containing paper money for incense candles.
Before leaving, the master was filling his pipe with tobacco.
He just asked me to keep the round-trip ticket so that I can ask him for reimbursement.
The middle-aged lady's surname is Zhang. Her home is not far from Wanfu Hall, only a thirty-minute drive.
But it’s not easy to take a bus here.
By the time I arrived at Ms. Zhang’s community, it was already past 9:40 pm.
It's an old community and there isn't even a security guard at the gate.
There is basically no management in the community, and the corridors are full of private cars.
I compared the address several times before I found the unit building where Ms. Zhang lives.
She lives on the fifth floor and there is no elevator.
The lights in the corridor were dim, and small advertisements for unlocking doors and clearing sewers were posted everywhere.
When I got to the fifth floor and found Ms. Zhang’s home.
He straightened his collar and knocked on the door.
"Dong dong dong..."
"Who!"
Ms. Zhang's voice sounded in the room.
"Xiao Qin from Wanfu Hall!"
I responded outside the house.
Ms. Zhang heard my voice and opened the door quickly.
"Master Xiao Qin, please come in quickly!"
Ms. Zhang warmly invited me into the room.
I nodded and walked into the house.
The house is not big, with two bedrooms and one living room, and it is not well decorated.
But the house is clean, tidy and spotless.
The little boy I saw during the day was wearing pajamas and sitting on the sofa watching TV.
"Hello kid!"
I said hello.
The baby was born and seemed a little nervous when I arrived.
But his complexion was obviously better than during the day.
"Er Bao, call me uncle.
Master Xiao Qin, please sit down and I'll get you a glass of water."
Ms. Zhang greeted me warmly.
"Thank you, Sister Zhang. Are the food and wine prepared by my master prepared?"
I looked around the room and asked.
"It's ready, I'll bring it out right away."
Ms. Zhang poured me a glass of water from a paper cup and handed it to me.
Then he went to the kitchen and brought out the wine and food he had prepared before.
Four dishes and one soup, braised pork, white chopped chicken, stir-fried vegetables, cured pork ribs, and vermicelli soup.
Very ordinary home-cooked dishes, but they are Ms. Zhang’s husband’s favorite dishes.
Seeing that everything was ready and it was almost ten o'clock, I said to Ms. Zhang:
"Sister Zhang, after ten o'clock, you can take your child back to the house to sleep!
If you hear anything then, don't come out.
Also, do you have a photo of your husband at home? I may need it tonight."
"Oh, there are some. I put them in the back room. I'll get them for you!"
After saying that, Sister Zhang hurriedly entered the house and took out her husband's portrait.
"Master Xiao Qin, this is my husband's portrait!"
As she spoke, Ms. Zhang looked somewhat melancholy and kept wiping her hand on the portrait.
Apparently she and her husband have a very good relationship.
She misses her dead husband very much.
I stretched out my hands to pick it up with the greatest respect for the deceased.
However, the moment I took the photo of Ms. Zhang’s husband in my hands.
But my face suddenly changed, showing a look of surprise, and I was stunned.
When I looked at the portrait, I couldn't believe it.
Because I found that the appearance of the portrait was exactly the same as the driver who asked me to get on the bus outside Nanshan Cemetery the night before yesterday.
"This, this, is your husband?"
My eyes widened with a hint of surprise.
Ms. Zhang saw that I was a little surprised and said in confusion:
"Yes what's the matter?"
I swallowed, put away my surprise and said:
"Sister Zhang, does your husband drive a van to solicit customers?"
"Yes. How do you know?"
Ms. Zhang was surprised.
Because from beginning to end, she only mentioned her husband's accident and car accident and did not mention her husband's occupation.
I smiled bitterly and said:
"Sister Zhang, I won't hide it from you.
I met your husband the day before yesterday, and I even took a ride in his car."
"Ah? You, you, have you ever been in his car?
But my husband has been dead for half a month."
Ms. Zhang spoke in shock.
I nodded and said I was outside Nanshan Cemetery the day before yesterday.
I told her the experience of sitting in her husband's car.
After Ms. Zhang learned about it, she collapsed on the spot.
Holding the photo of her husband's death, she burst into tears.
She didn't expect that her husband would send back the money.
It turned out to be the ghost of his husband, earning money from driving a sports car outside.
He never found rest until his death.
Now, I am still out racing cars to make money, picking up customers and doing business.
And I also feel that this world is really small.
At that time, I happened to encounter the Hades' chariot, so I could get to Longgang Mountain before ten o'clock to avoid being killed by the female ghost.
Master Ming Che actually helped me in disguise.
Now after going round and round, I actually came to his house...