Chapter 31 Cold corpse enters the village and loses to the end
"Isn't your dressing up against the rules?" Uncle Wu knew that the real person who asked him to go on this trip was the wealthy couple in front of him. He didn't give any face to them and directly attacked them.
"Mr. Wu, we have inquired. You are very famous in this area. Quanzi's matter this time is just to wait for you to take action..." The master spoke. Although he was asking for help, there was not much in his voice.
The pleading was filled with an imperative force.
Uncle Wu quit on the spot, "There's no point in waiting for me. We're old now. This kind of marriage is too immoral. I, Wu Banshan, can't take it, so you can hire someone else."
After saying that, he turned around and started to leave with us, but people can just leave wherever they say they want to.
Those people huffed and puffed around us, and with half politeness and half force, they took us to a small building in the villa area.
This small building is luxuriously decorated, which completely refreshed Zhang Wei and I's outlook on life. We experienced the feeling of walking into a noble palace, and it felt unrealistic everywhere we looked.
Two black suitcases were placed on the coffee table in front of us. They clicked and bounced open in front of us. There were stacks of brand new hundred-dollar bills inside. I didn't even dare to count how many stacks there were.
"Mr. Wu, as long as you help deal with Quan Zi's posthumous affairs, help them get married smoothly, and be buried peacefully, these will all be yours, how about that?"
What does it feel like to be hit with money? Have you ever felt dizzy?
The lady beside her who had been wiping her tears said sadly, "Master Wu, don't you practitioners all pay attention to being kind to others? My son... left at such a young age. Getting married was his only concern, so you can
Let him be fulfilled, woo woo woo..."
After saying that, he started to cry and was helped by several women next to him and hid aside.
Uncle Wu rarely refused again, but looked at the few remaining men opposite. When the lady was crying, the others left the room in an orderly manner, while the tall man stood quietly.
On one side, not close and not talking.
The victim introduced himself, "My surname is Zhu, Zhu Cheng, the president of Shengmao Real Estate. I invite you here to help me preside over my son's secret marriage. You have all seen it. Now my son can't even get married in this villa area."
You can't even get in through the gate, it's too big of a commotion, I just want to put an end to this matter as soon as possible, and the other thing is that you guys have to keep it secret and don't mention it to the outside world."
After hearing this, my first reaction was that there is no one in this provincial capital who can handle it. The reason why I invited Uncle Wu all the way here was probably to keep it secret. We poor people cannot understand the ways of these rich people.
Uncle Wu had obviously thought of this, and his attitude was even more resolute, "No matter how much money you have, we can't take it on. Didn't you also invite experts to ask the reason? Youdao means that one thing means two masters, or is it called
That capable person took action and solved it well."
He gave me a wink, and was about to stand up with the large makeup box on his back. I picked up Zhang Wei, who was still playing on the sofa, and followed him closely.
Seeing us like this, a man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked out from behind President Zhu, with a look of contempt on his face, and stopped in front of us, "Master Wu, you have already got involved in this matter. I'm afraid for a while
If you can’t leave, it’s getting late. Why don’t you eat something first, take a rest, and ask me to entertain you all.”
Facing a dozen men in suits wearing sunglasses who came out with a clatter, the situation suddenly became tense. I thought that Uncle Wu’s tough temper was probably going to start a fight, but the result...
Uncle Wu chuckled, "Mowen asked you to find me, right?"
Don’t ask? There is still someone with this name, and I just had doubts in my mind.
The next moment, a man wandered in from outside the door, wearing a Tang suit similar to Uncle Wu, playing with a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and said with a smile, "Brother, I haven't seen you in a while, where have you made a fortune recently? Yo
, there are two more children!”
This man was not shy at all, and motioned to the victim to leave the rest to him. The huge space was cleared out in a short while, and there were only three of us standing in front of the sofa. The man found an adjacent single seat and sat down.
Go down.
"You old man, what are you holding back? You don't know my rules?"
When Uncle Wu spoke, his tone softened a little, and he took a few steps back, sitting down on the sofa without ceremony. The box containing the money was still there on the coffee table.
Mo Wen glanced into the box and said with envy, "Brother Wu, I really don't have your skills. Otherwise, I would have taken this job myself. How can I get a big share of this money from you? I am my brother."
I really can’t handle it, so I have to thank you for your help and take such a trick, don’t blame me, don’t blame me!”
Thinking that this incident today was all the attention of this person, I felt a little disgusted with him, thinking that this person probably had a grudge against Uncle Wu.
Yin marriage, as the name suggests, is for two dead ghosts to get together and live down there. This is the original meaning.
However, later on, all kinds of weird methods came up to make money, and some even had the edge of crime, which became more and more ambiguous, and few people in Yin Yang Xing were willing to get involved.
"Don't play this trick with me. You'd better explain to me exactly what's going on. Otherwise, I'll just go off and leave. Do whatever you want."
That old Mo had a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a pair of mung bean-like eyes that looked back and forth at me and Zhang Wei. The familiar scene made my heart tremble. I guessed that the spirit of the big rat that was burned to death had taken the form of a human, and he probably had such virtues.
Uncle Wu scolded impatiently, "These two are my children. Don't be so scheming. Tell me!"
Only then did Lao Mo explain the matter from beginning to end.
This family is indeed a wealthy family. They only have a precious son who was raised delicately. He wants gold but not silver. He sent him to study abroad when he was a teenager. Just a few days ago, the eldest young master, who is not short of money, went on an adventure.
He died in a mountain disaster abroad and could not die again.
The body was recovered and transported back to the country at a great expense to keep it fresh, but something strange happened when it was transported home in the provincial capital.
Lao Mo winked and described the situation at that time, "We have prepared the funeral shed and other things at the door, and are waiting to welcome the young master home, but we just can't get through the door..."
When he said this, he glanced at Uncle Wu several times, trying to see what he meant.
Uncle Wu snorted coldly, "If you can't come in, it's just that you can't come in. You've been eating shit all these years. You don't know the taboos in white things. You don't know how cold corpses enter the village to defeat them.
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"Huh huh... these are probably spirits of the dead. I don't want to take on too much debt, for fear that I won't be able to pay it back!"
I have read this in my grandfather’s book. It refers to people who have died outside for a long time. Even if they take their bodies home, they cannot enter the village. With so many people living in this community, it can be understood as a village!