On the day I left school, I knocked all the relatives in the hospital to death

My back felt cold when I heard it, and I quickly asked, "What's going on?"

Zhang Lingchuan looked serious and explained to me that this is a kind of disgusting technique.

At the cost of life, let the cursed person die an untimely death.

I remembered the life-binding curse I learned earlier in Yu Shunyi's Can's Book, which is also a way to curse people with their lives.

Insidious, but very effective.

Old Man Wang continued: "After the mother and daughter hanged themselves strangely, no one came to help them collect their bodies."

"On a hot day, the body stinked and was infested with maggots before someone discovered it and called the police."

An even stranger thing happened on the seventh day after the death of the mother and daughter.

More than ten years ago, powerful people could dominate the world with one hand.

The matter of the girl being hit has become an unsolved case, and the murderer can still be at large.

On that main road, people can still see the Ferrari that caused the accident speeding away on the road with a huge stereo playing.

However, one night, the Ferrari stopped strangely in the middle of the road, motionless.

Behind him, a bunch of cars were blocked, honking their horns.

But that Ferrari was eerily quiet.

"In the end, a car owner who was in a hurry got out of the car and knocked on the door of the Ferrari. Who knew - he actually saw through the glass window all four men inside kneeling in the car in a weird posture!"

"Kneel in the car?" I really couldn't imagine how I could kneel in such a narrow place in the car.

Zhang Lingchuan, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "Did his hands and feet be broken, and they were tied behind his back, and he was kneeling in the car like he was apologizing."

Old Man Wang patted his thigh: "Yes, that's it."

Hearing this, Zhang Lingchuan and I looked at each other.

I really didn’t expect that the disgusting art of lotus apology would quietly appear more than ten years ago.

What exactly does that Grimace Rakshasa organization want to do?

"Later, everyone related to this incident was affected. Except for me, all the craftsmen of our coffin shops in Liuzhou have been cursed at home!"

"Because of this incident, my son hated me. He blamed me for being too attached to the rules of my ancestors, which is why I killed my wife. We, father and son, quarreled almost every day, and eventually he ran away from home. Missing!"

"It was only a year ago that I received a letter from him. I learned that by chance, he wandered to the Yellow River and became a corpse fisherman."

Zhang Lingchuan pondered for a long time: "So, you want us to go to the Yellow River and bring your son back."

Old Man Wang nodded sadly.

Seeing that Zhang Lingchuan and I were still hesitating, Old Wang turned around and went back to his room, rummaged through the boxes and took out a letter.

The letter paper was yellowed, but the words on it were still barely legible.

"Let's take a look. Take a trip to the Yellow River. Maybe you can find some clues."

The moment Zhang Lingchuan received the letter, his expression changed.

In the letter, Old Man Wang's son said that he had traveled around the world with a master over the years and had gotten some clues about the ghost face totem.

At present, there is still one most important clue, which must be found in the Yellow River.

He said in the letter that he asked Old Man Wang to suppress the grimace on his sister according to the method he had written before, so that her life could be saved.

"As long as I come back from the Yellow River, my sister will become a normal person!"

Seeing this, I couldn't help but tremble.

It turns out that the colorful-faced woman I saw in the yard just now is the daughter of Old Man Wang.

I couldn't help but move my eyes to the yard. Even though there was no one there, I couldn't help but tremble.

Does the price of using a secret method to suppress grimaces mean that you have to become such a strange person?

My heart is extremely tangled.

But I seem to have no choice.

After burning the incense, Zhang Lingchuan threw the letter back to Old Man Wang.

"Give me your son's information, and I'll take your order."

"But it's a long way to the Yellow River, so you have to pay me some deposit in advance."

Zhang Lingchuan's meaning is very clear. It is a long way from our small county to the Yellow River.

If the grimace on my body suddenly expands to the point of being uncontrollable halfway along the road, I'm afraid my life will have to be taken away.

Old Man Wang took out a stack of photos of his son, wrote his birthday and gave them to us.

Then he lifted up my clothes and stared at the ghost mask with deep eyes.

"Your grimace is still young, so it's easy to control it."

"As long as it is suppressed with an extremely evil weapon, the grimace will not change."

Zhang Lingchuan took a deep look at the pile of coffins placed in his front hall, and left a sentence before leaving: "Within three days, I will let you see your son."

three days?

Zhang Lingchuan's tone is really quite serious.

It takes two days to go back and forth from our small county town to the Yellow River.

Did he only give himself one day to find someone?

"Boss, are you sure that we can find this in one day -" I picked up the document and took a look at it. It said Wang Chongshan.

"Are we sure to find this Wang Zhongshan?"

Zhang Lingchuan pushed open the door of our incense shop, then picked up a cigarette and put it in his mouth: "A living person is hard to find, but a dead person is easy to find."

I looked at him with wide eyes.

"Boss, do you mean that Wang Chongshan is dead?"

Zhang Lingchuan glanced at Wang Zhongshan's horoscope, slowly blew out a smoke ring, and said no more.

After a night of tossing, I was so tired that I fell asleep right after taking a shower.

As a result, early the next morning, Zhang Lingchuan came and kicked my door.

"Boss, morning..."

"Good morning, just pack up and we'll set off right away."

When I heard the word "go", I patted my face and forced myself to wake up.

"Put this on and stay away."

I curiously took a pendant from Zhang Lingchuan and asked him what it was.

Zhang Lingchuan just glanced at me strangely.

"Didn't you hear what Old Man Wang said? You need to bring a shady object to suppress that grimace on your body."

I put it on my neck and said softly: "Thank you, boss."

In fact, we didn't do much to pack. We just grabbed a few changes of clothes. Zhang Lingchuan put his old bag on his back, and we took advantage of the early morning to rush towards the station.

Walking on the funeral street, I still felt a little strange in my heart.

This place is rundown, and no one comes here usually.

Then why did Mr. Wang give up his property in Liuzhou and go to this useless place to sell coffins?

Zhang Lingchuan, who was walking in front, said to me with a cigarette in his mouth and a big tongue.

"Everyone who ends up on Funeral Street was once a well-known figure in various industries."

"In this world, you will be very happy if you have a place where you can stay. Funeral Street doesn't dislike you for being incompetent, so why do you have the nerve to dislike it for being shabby?"

I seem to understand Zhang Lingchuan's words.

But after listening, the question that came to my mind was, did Zhang Lingchuan go through something difficult that prevented him from hiding in this funeral street?