Nightmare Apostle

The yard was not small. While the sun was still good, a lot of wood was placed in the yard to dry in the sun. Seeing that there were guests, a young man who was doing carpentry work put down his saw and stood up to greet them, "What do you need, you two?"

"Little brother, we have something to ask Manager Liu." Yang Xiao got straight to the point.

Soon, under the guidance of the young man, the two came to a low house in the backyard. The young man respectfully knocked on the door, "Master, there are guests."

Not long after, with a creak, the old black wooden door was opened, revealing an old man with gray hair.

The old man was wearing a black knee-length gown, with a white cloth belt wrapped around his waist. A circle of white bottom could be seen outside his black cloth shoes. His skin was pale, and the exposed skin on his face and neck was covered with ugly brown spots. The most important thing was that the old man's eye sockets were sunken and his two eyeballs were missing.

Su Tingting felt hairy just looking at the old man. He didn't look like a person, but more like a corpse lying in a coffin.

The old man looked at Su Tingting and Yang Xiao with his eye sockets without eyeballs, and Su Tingting actually had the illusion that he was staring at her.

After a few seconds, the old man finally spoke in a hoarse voice, "Xiao Fuzi, this is none of your business."

The apprentice named Xiao Fuzi said hello and went back. After the people left, the old man waved his hand and motioned for the two to follow him. The three of them sat down in a place in the backyard. There was a set of simple stone tables and chairs, which were cold.

"Manager Liu, we are here today to inquire about something." Yang Xiao got straight to the point.

Manager Liu's body was stiff, his skin was white as if he hadn't left the room for a long time, and the whole person was filled with a smell of decay. Being stared at by such empty eye sockets, the two felt uncomfortable.

"There is a smell of death on your clothes. The original owner of the clothes has died. You are the guests who have been punished for others."

Yang Xiao was not surprised when his identity was revealed. He bowed and replied: "Manager Liu is very capable. The two of us are indeed doing this. Since we are both seeking salvation in the underworld, I hope Manager Liu will tell you the truth."

"Well, ask if you have anything to ask." Manager Liu nodded.

"Ten years ago, a woman named Chun Jie died in Crouching Tiger Village. Not long after the woman and her child died, her husband also died. Does Shopkeeper Liu know about this?"

After saying this, Shopkeeper Liu, who was originally full of the aura of a master, suddenly changed his face, and veins appeared on the back of his hand. "Are you two here for this matter?"

Before Yang Xiao could speak, Shopkeeper Liu shook his head, "That thing is too fierce, and you two can't control it at all. Listen to my advice, old man, and withdraw from the job. Even if you lose your job, it's better than losing your life. You don't want to become a useless person like me, do you?"

"Your eyes were broken by that thing?" Yang Xiao really didn't expect this.

"Well, if I didn't have some Taoist skills, I'm afraid I would have died like those coffin bearers, and died unclearly." After so long, Shopkeeper Liu still felt scared when he mentioned this matter.

After a long pause, waiting for Shopkeeper Liu to calm down, Yang Xiao pondered for a while before slowly speaking: "Shopkeeper Liu, is that thing Chun Jie?"

"Who else could it be but her? I was deceived by that damned Wang Laizi. I don't know what he did with Chun Jie and her mother. That thing is full of resentment!" Shopkeeper Liu breathed rapidly, and a trace of ruthlessness appeared on his face. "Wang Laizi killed himself, and even implicated so many innocent people. Humph! I, an old man, specially selected a thin-skinned poplar coffin for him. I guarantee that he will suffer from the insects and ants in the bottom, and he will never be reborn!"

Don't support mulberry trees with your head, don't step on locust trees with your feet, don't lie on willow trees when you are alive, and don't sleep on poplar trees when you are dead. Yang Xiao knew these four old sayings. Poplar wood is soft and lacks sufficient hardness and density. It is easy to get damp and decay when buried in the soil, and it will also attract insect pests, which is not good for preserving corpses. In other words, using poplar wood to make a coffin is disrespectful to the deceased, and even affects reincarnation.

"How did Wang Laizi die?" Yang Xiao needed to confirm this.

"He went to the next village to gamble and drink, and fell down while walking at night. He fell headfirst into a mud puddle on the side of the road and drowned." Shopkeeper Liu stretched out his thumb and index finger to indicate the height, "Haha, I went to the scene, and the mud puddle was so deep, less than 5 inches, and it could actually drown a living person."

Yang Xiao's heart fell to the ground, it seemed that it was right, "It was that thing that did it, she came back to seek revenge."

"Yes, there were signs of struggle near the mud puddle. At that time, Wang Laizi desperately grabbed the soil with his hands and tried to pull his head out, but he couldn't do it. It was like someone pulled his hair and dragged him into the mud puddle until he was drowned in the mud."

"By the way, I also asked around. After Chunjie and her mother died, people in the casino reported that Wang Laizi suddenly had more money in his hands, and he spent a lot of money and had a good time for a few days." Shopkeeper Liu added.

The story line 10 years ago gradually became clear. Yang Xiao thought that the story should be like this. The Bai class leader found Wang Laizi privately, and the two reached an agreement. Wang Laizi took the money and secretly sold Chunjie and her daughter to the Bai class leader. The Bai class leader used Chunjie to replace the biological daughter Ximo who was supposed to be betrothed to the old man Feng. It was precisely because the betrothed person was not right that the evil magic of the Feng family not only did not work, but was entangled by Chunjie's resentful spirit, and ended up like this.

Chunjie did not let anyone involved in this matter go. Wang Laizi died, the Bai family gatehouse was wiped out, and the Feng family was almost dead. Even the few people who helped carry the coffin and those who were on the same boat with the Bai family gatehouse died.

Sister Chun was so angry that she was mad with killing, or it could be said that she only had hatred in her heart.

After thinking for a moment, Yang Xiao asked again: "Where is Sister Chun's coffin buried?"

"Don't waste your time, it's an empty coffin." Shopkeeper Liu sighed, "Although the coffin bearers said it was heavy, I guess it must be made of stone. I don't know where the body was sold by that bastard Wang Laizi."

"Okay, listen to my advice, young people, don't get involved in this matter, go back to where you came from." Shopkeeper Liu stood up, obviously not wanting to waste his words on this matter, or simply not wanting to recall this past event.

Yang Xiao stood up to stop him, and said with a wry smile: "Thank you for your kindness, senior, but... but we are already involved, and I hope you can show me a way out."

Yang Xiao had almost used up all the silver on him, so he winked at Su Tingting, who immediately understood and took out the only remaining ingot of silver from her bosom, and handed it over respectfully with both hands: "Old senior, this is a little gift from us."

Unexpectedly, Shopkeeper Liu ignored him, on the contrary, a hint of anger appeared on his face, and he slammed the cane in his hand heavily on the ground, "The ancestors have taught us that the Yin line is originally of low status, and we can only make a living by relying on the brothers in the hall to help each other. In the line, righteousness is more important than money. You two use silver to send me away, are you looking down on me, an old man?"