While Huang Mao was driving, he told the whole process of how he and Li Shasha went to the haunted house to do business at the beginning of the month.
His eyes were full of admiration.
He also said that this Li Shasha was a newcomer who had been working as a regular employee for less than three months.
Among all the regular employees in our library, he is the weakest in ability...
After hearing this, I was extremely shocked.
Although I knew that this funeral parlor was not simple, I didn't expect it to be so powerful.
It was a haunted house with several people dead, so our hotel went to a front desk girl and solved the problem in minutes.
What if it were the corpse-burning Liu, the mute old lady in the cafeteria, or even the mysterious curator and others?
No wonder my godfather reminded me to come to this funeral parlor. It is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger. Everyone is not simple.
Because Huang Mao hadn't been here long, he didn't know much about the other people in the museum.
I just want to say that the people in our library are very powerful and very low-key.
Other than that, not much is known about it.
After hearing this, I stopped asking any more questions.
But I am very curious about how Huang Mao came to the funeral parlor.
Just asked:
"Xiaolong, how did you come to work here?"
When Huang Mao heard my question, he smiled bitterly:
"Hey! I can come here because of Uncle Liu's recommendation."
"Uncle Liu?"
Huang Mao nodded:
"Well, I used to work in a factory.
Later, the factory became haunted, and that thing haunted me.
Later, I met Uncle Liu by chance.
He saved me and kindly took me to the hospital.
When I woke up, there were some changes in my left eye.
Uncle Liu said that it was a blessing in disguise that my eyes were opened.
Then Uncle Liu introduced me to work in the library, and it has been two months now..."
As he spoke, Huang Mao's eyes were filled with gratitude.
No wonder Huang Mao, this kid, instantly withered when he saw Uncle Liu this morning.
It turns out that he and Uncle Liu still have this relationship.
After Huang Mao finished speaking, he asked him where he came from.
Because of the special nature of my life experience, I haven’t told him about my godfather for the time being.
I just said that there was an old book passed down from home and I learned a few tricks from it.
I saw the recruitment notice and applied.
After hearing this, Huang Mao was a little surprised and said, no wonder I know how to use coffin nails.
He has been in the museum for two months. Except for the fact that his left eye can see dirty things, Corpse Burning Liu only taught him a few techniques to collect corpses and suppress them. He doesn't know anything else.
We chatted for a long time, and we got a general understanding.
Although Huang Mao is a spirited young man, he is really a good person.
My family comes from the mountains, and I have a younger sister who is in college.
In order to support his sister's education, he dropped out of school before finishing junior high school and worked to support his sister until now.
What a real man...
As we chatted, we returned to the funeral home.
Just as he was about to move the body out of the car, the corpse-burner Liu walked out of the house with a cigarette in his mouth.
When he saw the two of us, he asked in a deep voice:
"How's it going? Nothing happened, right?"
"There was a little hiccup, but the bodies were recovered intact."
I replied.
"Oh? Let's talk about a little episode?"
Liu burned the corpse with great interest.
Huang Mao stood nearby and explained the whole story to Burning Corpse Liu with added detail.
After Burning Corpse Liu heard this, he glanced at the car anxiously.
Grinning:
"Not bad, I know how to use coffin nails.
But you two still lack a little warmth.
If it were me, I would have burned down the house.
Now move your right index finger and see if there is anything abnormal."
Huang Mao and I were both stunned, and quickly moved our right index fingers.
As a result, there was something really strange about this move.
I only felt a little soreness and numbness in my index finger, which was very slight and did not affect my activities.
It feels like using your index finger to grab a lucky bag in the live broadcast room for a day, but in the end, you didn't grab a hair, and your fingers feel sore and soft.
Huang Mao and I looked at each other, and we could see the strangeness of each other's fingers from each other's faces.
But what does Liu’s statement about burning corpses mean?
There must be something we didn't do properly. This is because we were tricked by the starving ghost...
I immediately asked Burning Corpse Liu:
"Uncle Liu, what's going on? Are we being plotted by those two old ghosts?"
Huang Mao also nodded repeatedly, wondering what was going on.
Liu, who burned the corpse, looked indifferent:
"Roughly the same!
Index finger staple food, you two went to collect the corpses of starving ghosts.
This kind of dirty thing has no power, it just likes to pester people.
Of course they won't want you to collect their corpses.
Although you took them back by force, you did not deal with those two things, so you are unwilling to accept them.
So I bit your finger.
Within seven days at most, your fingers will be completely numb.
Yang Qi will also leak out along the index finger.
People may also suffer from loss of appetite and gradually lose their appetite.
After half a year, he became skinny and bones, and finally lost his life..."
When Burning Corpse Liu said this, he spoke lightly, as if he was talking about a very small thing.
But Huang Mao and I were so frightened that our faces changed, and we were already very cautious.
I used a bronze mirror to illuminate the entire room, just to avoid any accidents.
But at that time, I didn’t see anything dirty at all, so why did my finger get bitten by those two things?
Huang Mao exclaimed:
"Ah! Shouldn't it?
I had seen everything in that room at that time, and Li Xu had also used a bronze mirror to look at it.
I didn’t find anything dirty, so how come I was plotted by those two ghosts?”
Burning Corpse Liu blew out smoke:
"How many days have your eyes been open?
It's like someone with 800 degree myopia can see everything clearly.
As for Xiao Xu, it's fine. I know how to use a bronze mirror to look at ghosts, and my basic skills are pretty good.
But last time I was outside, I used the bronze mirror as an iron plate and fried some squid.
It was roasted by the sun's fire, although I washed it again later.
But the effect is not as good as before, and I’m afraid it won’t be able to shine even slightly.”
Damn it, after listening to the burning of corpses, I felt numb all over.
The magic weapon used to shine dirt and burn corpses is actually used to fry squid on a sizzling iron plate?
I was speechless, but there was no point dwelling on the past.
Now that my finger has been bitten by a starving ghost, the most important thing at the moment is how to restore my finger to its original shape.
I don't want to lose my appetite and end up starving to death.
Therefore, I didn’t worry about burning corpses and frying squid in a bronze mirror.
He opened his mouth and asked:
"Uncle Liu, do you have any good way to crack it?"
I frowned and asked eagerly.
Burning Corpse Liu picked his nose and said nonchalantly:
"I have many ideas.
But since you two have eaten this bowl of rice, if something goes wrong, you have to solve it yourself.
Have a good rest in the afternoon and go there again in the evening.
Once you make those two things, it will be over once and for all..."