Buried ghosts, ghost marriage contracts

The two of them were so busy that they had to wait for the next day.

Li Muyu sat up from the bed little by little, with a bright red string wrapped around her fingers, and her eyes were a little cold.

"Where are you going, Taoist priest?"

I answered bluntly: "I have something to do."

Li Muyu frowned: "The great man who broke through Fulong Mountain, the wanted criminal in the industry, Zhang Asi, you seem to have known in advance that I had discovered your identity."

I closed my eyes tiredly: "What did you find out? What if you have been pretending to sleep?"

"Do you think there is anything that can escape the double pupils? As long as I want, there is nothing I can't see."

Li Muyu: "The target of Fulong Mountain is Zhang Asi... Zhang San, the direct disciple of the Four-eyed Heavenly Master... I don't understand what kind of grudge you have with Fulong Mountain"

"But I know that if you leave here and don't go to Fulong Mountain with us, your identity will really be unclear."

I nodded: "I know, but I am not going to Fulong Mountain for the time being. I have my own reasons."

"I will go to Fulong Mountain, but not now."

"As for whether I am a ghost in disguise or Zhang Asi, you can judge for yourself."

"Of course you can stop me if you want, but you probably can't stop me."

I tapped the wooden box lightly, and the bronze horizontal sword gracefully drew a green afterimage, gently reflecting the moonlight.

Li Muyu's fingers kept entangled with the red rope, and the expression in her pupils kept changing. Finally, she sighed and went back into the quilt:

"I don't care... whether you are a human or a ghost, Zhang Asi or Zhang San."

"Go if you want to, I didn't see anything."

"Thank you," I thanked him, pushed the bronze horizontal sword back into the sword box, and prepared to leave.

Li Muyu's dull voice came from behind: "I... I prefer to believe that you are Zhang San...".

............

I walked to the station and sat on a chair at the train station until dawn.

I couldn't guess what the reaction of the two Hu Taoist priests would be after they woke up.

What would Fulong Mountain do after he returned to Fulong Mountain?

They should be very angry.

I don't know if the four-eyed Tianshi will be disappointed in me... But I have no choice.

My grandfather's dream warned me to find Kou Zhenghai, and the red evil box predicted that I would die if I went to Fulong Mountain.

At present, I can only go to Kou Lao to figure everything out.

The Zhang family's affairs, my grandfather's affairs, the Yin marriage contract... Will there be an answer there?

I took out the red evil box,

This is also something left by my grandfather. This prophecy coincides with my grandfather's dream. They are all guiding me to find Kou Zhenghai.

Li Youyou is also inside... She is sleeping inside.

Now I am not believed by others. The two Taoist priests, Li Muyu, and even if they go to Fulong Mountain, they are still suspicious.

They will doubt whether I am a ghost in disguise or Zhang Asi.

I am isolated and helpless. No one can trust me. No one dares to believe me.........

Perhaps only Ma Qing and Li Youyou will not doubt me.

When it was dawn, I put on a pair of sunglasses before getting on the train.

Dragon patterns can be hidden, but double pupils cannot. In order not to attract attention, I can only do this.

Dachang City is not far from the city I am in now.

After most of the day, I arrived in Dachang City. It was already evening when I arrived at Kou Lao's jade workshop.

The persimmon-red sunset light sprinkled on the streets, penetrating the glass and shining on those jades that were already transparent and extraordinary, making them as dazzling as fiery red glass.

The shop assistants were already exhausted after a day's work. The sunset at this time was the most gentle and most yearning sunshine for them.

Walking into the craftsman's shop, I looked around and didn't see the familiar young girl or Mr. Kou.

Several shop assistants were busy cleaning, tidying up the counter, etc.

A pretty girl in uniform came up to me quickly: "Hello, sir, do you need anything?"

"It's time to get off work today, and the craftsman has also gone off work. If you have any needs, I can help you record or make an appointment."

Just as I was about to speak, I saw a young girl in casual clothes coming out from behind, yawning as she walked, with swollen and dark eye bags.

I greeted her: "Are you going to get off work?"

"Um...", the girl answered subconsciously, and after realizing that the voice was familiar, she hurriedly looked over.

Suddenly, surprise appeared on her tired face: "It's you... It's Mr. Zhang!"

She happily dropped her bag and ran over, staring at me

A circle, full of sighs of not seeing each other for a long time:

"You are wearing sunglasses. If I hadn't recognized your voice, I really wouldn't recognize you."

"Mr. Zhang has been missing for more than half a year. Mr. Kou often grumbles that you have no conscience."

I smiled: "There is a reason for it. I miss Mr. Kou too."

The young girl said to the girl next to her: "Xiaoqing, please go and pour a cup of tea."

"The young master is here. I'll take you to see him." She led me to the back.

Young master? It sounds like he should be Mr. Kou's son or grandson.

It's okay to meet him. After all, I will meet Mr. Kou later and I will have to say hello sooner or later.

She took me to the front of the office, knocked on the door, and pushed it open.

Sitting in the main seat in the office was a neatly dressed man, wearing a straight shirt and vest, with his hair deliberately groomed.

In front of the man were several large and small jade stones.

Opposite him was a very ordinary man, but there were several boxes beside him.

He looked nervous, and the persimmon-red afterglow clearly illuminated the sweat on his face.

He asked nervously: "How is Mr. Kou?"

'These materials are all carefully selected by me, and there is definitely something good in them'

Mr. Kou, who was well-dressed, sighed and shook his head.

The man looked lonely, and he slowly put the raw stones back into the box.

At this time, I suddenly stopped the man, and took out a stone the size of a human head from the pile of raw stones, and said to Mr. Kou:

"Buy this one"

"Very good."

Mr. Kou looked confused: "You are..."

The young girl next to him quickly reminded: "This is Mr. Zhang that Mr. Kou often talks about, Mr. Kou! Didn't Mr. Kou show you the photo?"

Mr. Kou slapped his head suddenly: "Oh, Ma Lin, why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Mr. Zhang, I'm very sorry, I was too immersed in it just now and ignored you."

I took the stone to observe, and Mr. Kou saw that I was interested, and probably apologized for ignoring it just now, he waved his hand:

"Since Mr. Zhang has spoken, I must buy this rough stone."

"Ma Lin, take Uncle Zhao to pay the bill."

The man carrying the box was so happy that he thanked me repeatedly.

At this time, Xiao Qingye came in with tea, and Ma Lin took the man out.

After Mr. Kou pushed the tea in front of me, he sighed:

"My father has been talking to me about you these days. He said you are a person with great opportunities."

"Let me deal with you more."

I put down the rough stone and shook my head and said: "I am not a person with great opportunities. If you make friends with me, you may ruin your family."

Mr. Kou was stunned for a moment and then laughed: "You are quite humorous. It is too mysterious to say that the family is broken up and the people are dead."

"Besides, our Kou family is rich and powerful. Even if you still have Mr. Zhang, you will not go bankrupt."

'My father has often asked about your news in the past six months. He wants to see you but is afraid of disturbing you or delaying your business.'

I smiled and said, "Why don't I want to see Mr. Kou?"

"Mr. Kou is one of my few friends in Dachang City, and he is also my close friend regardless of age."

"Mr. Kou has helped me a lot, but I haven't repaid him yet. I am also troubling Mr. Kou this time."

"It's a bit impolite to disturb you suddenly, but I do have something important to do."

"I want to see Mr. Kou."

"I also called Mr. Kou yesterday. His words were vague, but he meant that I should come to him."

He widened his eyes: "My father asked you to come to him?"

I frowned: "What happened to Mr. Kou?"

Kou Shao was dumbfounded: "My father passed away six days ago."