When I woke up again, I was lying on a makeshift steel wire bed. When I opened my eyes, I saw a huge row of towering statues of gods and simple rows with various names written on them.
The red candles set off the surroundings of the shrine, the unburned incense sticks in the copper stove brought bursts of blue mist, the strange mahogany-wrapped iron utensils and the not-so-bright light immediately created an indescribable and mysterious atmosphere.
The breeze was floating, and there was actually a little vague sound of chanting in the air.
What's going on?
Following the sound, he turned his head and saw a man burning incense and sitting silently outside the suite. The man was a bit thin and had a big painted face mask. He was wearing a green coat, and the rolled up cuffs added to his
Showing a touch of master's demeanor, the moment his eyes touched it, he put down his work and turned to look at me.
The pair of yellow-orange eyes are very special. At that time, it brought back some tender but very unfriendly memories deep in my heart.
He stared at me without saying a word and couldn't see his face clearly. He immediately stood up and turned around with an "expressionless face" and walked out. After a while, he heard laughter coming from the back room.
"You're awake."
While he was talking, a fat man carrying a rice bowl and chewing fried dough sticks came out wearing a tattered vest that looked as dirty as possible. His stomach arrived first before anyone else arrived.
Wearing two slippers, his mouth is full of grease. He looks like an uncle selling pork on the street, but he has a sense of free and easy that is unique to an outsider. He has a crew cut, a round face, and a sparse beard, all of which are fat.
With a straw-bag belly and a small, slender eye that can't be opened no matter how hard it is, looking at his age, he must be in his forties or fifties at least.
Oops, isn't this the fat Taoist priest? Why is he here... Seeing him here, I gave up half of my worries. Just as I was about to thank him, I suddenly remembered something.
He raised his arms and saw that the blackened wounds on both arms had been bandaged. He hurriedly raised his legs and jumped out of bed. He picked up the backpack he had put aside and rummaged through it carefully. He still found his cell phone.
, the camera is still there, and the few things I brought with me are all here.
"Did you save me? Thank you." I raised my arm and said.
"You're welcome. If you want to thank me, just thank your boss. We've been old friends for decades. This little thing is nothing." The fat man said and glanced at me sideways. "Boy, I'm curious about who you were before.
what for?"
"Student." Seeing that he showed no hostility, I quickly replied.
"Student? Haha, can a student have such good skills?" He looked at me with a slightly suspicious look and said.
"The craftsmanship inherited from our family will make you laugh." Hearing what he said, I smiled bitterly.
In fact, what I tell you is the truth. My ancestors were in the escort agency, and there are indeed some family inheritances in it. For me when I was a child, the second and fifth watch Kung Fu has become a daily routine, and I still practice it today.
Even those with poor qualifications should have some experience.
"Which sect is it?" he asked, nodding.
"No family, no sect, no way." I said with a kind smile.
"Oh." The man heard what I meant and gave me a meaningful look without saying anything. I knew that this man was also a very shrewd character, with quite a bit of insight into opportunities. Fortunately, and
Chatting with smart people is often not a difficult task, and it can be easily accepted by leaving room for others.
After a long conversation, I got a general understanding of him. From the conversation, I could tell that this fat man had a good relationship with my old editor, and it was thanks to his old man that I could be here.
In fact, the relationship between me and the editor is not that good. However, there is a person in the middle, and the relationship between the two people has become closer invisibly. As we talk, the topic naturally leads to the identity of the two people.
When they came up and asked each other, they found out that the fat man's name was "Jin Jiuling".
The name Jin Jiuling should be quite famous in the local area. When I was in school, I heard a psychology teacher mention him but never had the chance to meet him.
For a Taoist priest like him who does not become a monk, most of the world's evaluations are mixed. The believers regard him as a god, the unbelievers sneer at him, the respected people call him Jin Jiuye, and the disgusted people call him Jin Sanpang.
There is no need to explain the reason. If I had not experienced what happened before, I would not believe that he is the nth generation successor of Zhang Daoling.
The masked man next to him is named Gui Pu. It is said that he is Jin Jiuye's godson. His face was burned by a fire when he was a child. He cannot speak and has been unable to see people.
Just like the legend, these two people are really awesome people who make a living by catching ghosts and subjugating monsters. After what happened last night, I didn't have any doubts. I simply exchanged a few words and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.
This is how it is with people. Maintaining a little respect for each other can resolve many conflicts.
"By the way, where is this place?" I asked him quickly, feeling slightly relieved and confused.
"My home." The fat man said, still not putting down the fried dough sticks in his hand.
"Then, how long have I slept?" She stared at him and asked quickly.
"One day and one night." Hearing my question, the ghost servant replied.
"Then... where is the body?! Why am I here?" I grabbed the fat man and asked.
"You fainted and were attacked by an evil spirit. As for the body, it was already burned."
"Burn?! Oh my god!"
As soon as I heard this, I became depressed. I hurriedly opened the camera and looked through the photo album. There was nothing in the photo album... It's over. I can't escape this time. According to my old editor's harsh style, this month's salary will be paid.
I was about to be buckled to pieces again. I turned around and fell onto the wire bed next to me. My depression could no longer be described in words.
"Don't worry, your kid won't die." Seeing me like this, the fat man chuckled. I firmly believe that there was a bit of schadenfreude in his smile.
"I'm not worried about this. You don't know. I originally wanted to take two photos as material. Who wants to encounter such a thing? It seems that the trip was in vain. Alas..." I
As he said that, he shook the camera in his hand. The fat man was slightly startled when he heard what I said. Then he took out a stack of photos from a drawer and gave them to me, "Is this what you want?"
When I took it, I saw that the envelope contained all kinds of strange and strange photos.
Most of them are corpses, some are monsters, and some mysterious objects that can't be seen clearly. However, there is something extraordinary about the things in every photo.
After confirming that this thing was not photoshopped, my eyeballs were completely caught by those pictures with great visual impact.