Chapter 812 Oriental Devil
When my uncle spoke, I didn't hesitate.
Turn around and walk towards Rose Supermarket.
It's all done with ease.
When I passed the little girl Lingling’s grave, I called her Lingling.
But no response.
There is no ghostly atmosphere in the cemetery.
You should be reincarnated!
This is fine, reincarnation can be reincarnated, and you can be reincarnated as a human being.
After passing Lingling Cemetery, I went straight to Rose Supermarket.
Soon, a burst of white mist appeared in front of us.
Walking along the white fog, a few minutes later I saw a neon sign.
“Rose Supermarket!”
Now that the Tao has reached a higher level, I am here again.
Even without opening my clairvoyance, I can still feel ghosts floating around me.
Probably going to the supermarket to buy something.
I came to the door and shouted into the room:
"aunt!"
While talking, I stepped into the house.
Aunt Mouse still looks kind and kind:
"Xiao Qin! Why are you here?
Isn’t your uncle going to a Golden Light Feng Shui Hall today to deal with a demon?"
"I've come back after dealing with him. My uncle is coming over to pay homage to my master. I want you to bring some incense and candles to me."
I spoke.
Aunt Mouse nodded:
"Okay, let me finish greeting these customers first!"
After saying that, he took the ruler and pointed where he wanted to, and spoke into the air:
"This one is suitable, the latest style!"
"It's not expensive, it only takes one year.
Isn't it written in your paperwork that there are still ten years left before reincarnation?
You won’t get cold if you wear old woman’s clothes, it’s worth a year!”
"Yes, yes, you can pay for nails too..."
In supermarkets, the most abundant items are those shrouds of various colors.
In a closed room, shaking.
I know, this is a ghost trying it on.
The "ghost age" that Mrs. Rat talks about is the length of time these ghosts can stay in the world of the world with permission from below.
I don't know much about the details yet.
Mrs. Rat is greeting the ghost customers in the shop and introducing clothes.
The business she does is a ghost business.
He does not seek wealth, but longevity.
Somewhat similar to me.
But the longevity gained from Lady Rat's trade is not for Lady Rat herself, but for her son.
I closed my heavenly eye now and couldn't see the ghost in the house.
I don't feel scared either, it's normal.
But if it had been before, I would have been so frightened that my back would run cold, but now I seem very calm.
Come to the wooden table.
The mouse son of Mrs. Mouse is currently lying on the wooden table eating lamp oil.
After a few days, the big mouse became much bigger:
"Brother Rat, I haven't seen you for a long time. You have gained a lot of weight!"
Big Mouse also knows me.
He called me "Zizzi" twice and stared at my nails with his eyes.
I understand, it wants to eat my nails.
My bad life means nothing good to me.
But everything is fine with them, including my nails.
I didn't waste any time and picked up the scissors on the table.
Then he cut off my extra nails and gave them to the big mouse to eat.
Buying things at Rose Supermarket is not about using money.
You have to use longevity and luck.
My life is now several years long, and I don’t care about this little energy.
It's money to exchange for scented candles.
When the mouse saw me handing it my nails, it squeaked happily.
The front paws held my nails and bit them "clucking".
After waiting for a few minutes, Mrs. Rat finished her work and took out the black incense and black candle from the corner of the supermarket:
"Take this!"
"Thank you, ma'am!"
I smiled and took it.
And Mrs. Rat asked again:
"Xiao Qin, what is the origin of that demon?"
If it were anyone else, I definitely wouldn't say that.
But I am very familiar with Mrs. Shu, and my uncle and she are in the same group.
I also have a relationship with their bottomless old mother.
Therefore, I spoke directly:
"It seems to be from the Amaterasu Alliance."
After just a few words, Mrs. Rat listened to them all.
The expression on his face also changed drastically like that of his uncle:
"What, Amaterasu Alliance?"
"Auntie, do you also know about the Amaterasu Alliance?"
When Mrs. Mouse heard this, she snorted coldly and said:
"Auntie is almost over a hundred years old, do you know?
They are all evil spirits from the East. During the war, they harmed many people in our land.
Was beaten back.
Unexpectedly, more than half a century has passed.
These evil spirits dare to reach out to us..."
I heard that Mrs. Shu also knew about this organization, so I asked one more question:
"Mom, what kind of organization is this?"
Aunt Mouse snorted coldly:
"What else can be done?
They are worse than animals and specialize in doing evil things.
Later, I have to confirm the details with your uncle.
I have to report it to my mother..."
Seeing that Mrs. Rat was indignant, she didn't seem to continue talking.
Although I was very upset, why didn't I say anything?
But I know that when dealing with people in the vagina, you have to be measured.
I couldn't continue to ask further questions.
I took the scented candle, said hello, and exited the Rose Supermarket.
It's certain now.
This is a foreign cult, and it has done many heinous things here.
Otherwise, Lady Mouse wouldn't be so angry.
But I am now.
I want to know more about the connection between my uncle and the Amaterasu Alliance.
Because I can see that there must be some story between my uncle and the Amaterasu Alliance.
And this story involves my master.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for Uncle Master to come here to pay homage to Master in the middle of the night...
I took the incense candle and arrived in front of the tombstone in a short while.
Uncle Master took the incense candle and said to Lao Mo and me:
"You guys wait for me at the gate of the cemetery. I'll come down later."
Uncle Master doesn't want us around.
Lao Mo originally wanted to ask.
But when Master Uncle saw this, he directly raised his hand to stop Lao Mo:
"You didn't ask anything!"
Hearing this, the three of us were stunned for a moment.
Finally he nodded.
Uncle Master didn't say anything, but he was still so serious.
There must be a reason, and it’s useless to ask more. There may also be some kind of taboo involved.
In this way, the three of us left Master's tombstone.
Uncle Master was left alone, burning candles and incense in front of Master's grave...
This chapter has been completed!