Comprehensive fear: This dog's life

The next day, just after dawn, the shopkeeper stood guard outside Yimei's room. He paced back and forth at the door, reaching out to knock on the door, but he endured it forcefully.

People who are capable have a bit of a bad temper. If the Taoist priest doesn't help him, he can only wait for the door to close down.

After waiting for more than an hour, the sky brightened up, and the sunlight came in from the window, dispelling the darkness of the corridor, and bathed in the morning light, it seemed that even the dampness of the darkness had disappeared a bit.

Yimei took off the spell on the little zombie's head, arranged his clothes, and then led him outside. Today, he not only has to help the innkeeper solve the haunting problem, but the most important thing is the affairs of Mr. Zheng's house. But it's a big client, so there's no delay.

As soon as the door opened, he raised his eyebrows and saw the shopkeeper standing at the door. He was stunned for a moment and asked, "Shopkeeper, what's the matter?"

The shopkeeper wiped the sweat from his head, rubbed his hands, and said cautiously: "Well, Daoist, what you promised yesterday..."

The shopkeeper looked at the expression on Yimei's face while talking, afraid that if he was unhappy and left with his sleeves, then his shop would be completely over.

Yimei nodded, and said seriously: "Shopkeeper, please prepare some incense sticks, banknotes, and the favorite things of Mrs. Zun's life. I will open the altar and do it."

The shopkeeper got the order, complied, turned around and went to prepare these things.

The person in the way left, Luo Ke didn't pretend to be obedient, turned her head away angrily, and jumped downstairs, she was still angry last night with a magic spell on her forehead on things.

Yimei suddenly felt dumbfounded, he didn't ask him to count the sneaking out last night, instead he got angry, tsk tsk, this little zombie seems to need to be rectified, otherwise this temper will be bad It's over.

Even though he thought so, Yimei had always loved the little zombie. The most he could do with this treatment was to starve him for a few days, and he was reluctant to part with the rest.

The shopkeeper's speed was really fast, and within half an hour he had all the things ready without any fuss, calculated the time and position, and immediately opened the altar.

The dojo was built in the backyard vacated by the shopkeeper. There is a poplar tree in the yard with luxuriant branches and leaves, covering the entire sky above the yard without seeing a little sunlight. It is a good place to practice.

Luo Ke squatted on one side, sucking the tomato juice with his small mouth, watching Yimei's movements.

At this time, Yimei was wearing an apricot-yellow Taoist uniform, holding an extremely smooth polished peach wood sword, and stepped on the seven-star pace, the whole person's aura suddenly changed, like a sword drawn out of its sheath, extremely fierce.

There is an exquisite gilt censer on the table, with three burning incense sticks inserted in it. On both sides of the censer is a bowl of clean white rice, and on the other side are some painted spells, slowly rising with the smoke , Yimei shouted, grabbed a handful of rice and sprinkled it towards the center of the yard, muttering something.

"The upper spirit is sanqing, the lower one responds to the soul, Song's plum blossoms, come quickly, as fast as the law."

Yimei spoke quickly and anxiously, and read it over and over several times, until the third time, a small whirlwind suddenly blew up in the yard, the temperature became lower and lower, and a white shadow appeared under the poplar tree. stature.

The figure was a bit transparent, and she couldn't see clearly. Following the guidance of the smoke, she floated towards the incense table.

Luo Ke found that when he saw the thin white figure, the shopkeeper's face became very unnatural, and his eyes flickered. Although he tried his best to conceal it, Luo Ke still saw the fear in his expression.

Tsk tsk, this is strange. It is natural for people to feel horror when they see a ghost. Luo Ke can understand it, but why is he afraid of the ghost when the shopkeeper's wife died only two months ago?

The ghost floated to the front of the incense table, and stood in front of Yimei vaguely. The woman's appearance was not very good, but there was a kind of gentle color between her eyebrows and eyes, which made her ordinary facial features look much more delicate.

"Song's Plum Blossom, as a ghost, why do you wander around the world and interfere with the lives of the living?"

Perhaps it was because the female ghost was not contaminated with human life, so Yimei didn't do anything but asked why.

Generally speaking, if a ghost like her has no grievances, it will not linger in the world.

The female ghost began to cry, her ethereal female voice was full of resentment and sadness.

From Song Meihua's narrative, they finally figured out the ins and outs of the matter.

The shopkeeper's name is Chen Qing, and the Rose Inn he runs was originally owned by Song Meihua's father, and Chen Qing was originally just a boy in the inn.

Shopkeeper Song only has one daughter, Song Meihua, who often helps out in the inn. After going back and forth, she somehow met Chen Qing's eyes. Seeing that Chen Qing is hardworking and responsible, Shopkeeper Song agrees the marriage of the two.

This Chen Qing was an orphan, so after getting married, he lived in the Song family and helped the shopkeeper Song manage the business of the inn. The husband and wife were very affectionate.

Later, shopkeeper Song passed away, and the Rose Inn was run entirely by Chen Qing and Song Meihua. Song Meihua was a simple woman who only cared about her husband and children and lived a good life, but Chen Qing didn't think so.

As the business got better and better, Chen Qing had an affair, hooked up with an actor, and spent a lot of money on that actor, leaving less money for Song Meihua. Meihua faintly sensed something, but she didn't believe that her husband would do such a thing. However, when Song Meihua was six months pregnant, an actress who was not satisfied with being Chen Qing's mate came to her door, and after making a big fuss, , Song Meihua had a miscarriage, with one dead body and two lives.

After Song Meihua's death, her grievances lingered, she was unwilling to go back to the underworld, reincarnated, only thinking about revenge, but after all, she died too short a time to become a ghost, so she could only wander in the Rose Inn. To scare and frighten those staying guests.

The sad thing was aroused, Song Meihua's originally delicate face was ashen, and two lines of dark blood and tears slowly slid down the gray cheeks. The man she married would be like this. Her father had been in business for a lifetime. His hard work fell into the hands of such a vicious man.

And her unborn child, he was killed by his father before he saw this world, how could she be reconciled?

Thinking of this, her complexion suddenly changed, her delicate face became ferocious, and she rushed towards Chen Qing like the most terrifying ghost.

"Chen Qing, you heartless person, pay back my child's life."

Chen Qing was so frightened that he collapsed on the ground, his body became hot, and a strong foul smell came out, and he was so frightened that he lost control of himself.

Yimei sighed, the expression on his face suddenly became very solemn, and he shouted in his mouth: "Ashes return to ashes, dust returns to dust, the law of heaven recurs, good and evil are rewarded, he will pay the price, and you should also return to the underworld." , reincarnation."

Following Yimei's words, there seemed to be countless golden lights surrounding his side, and the golden lights became more and more intense, covering Song Meihua's thin figure.

Song Meihua screamed unwillingly, her voice was extremely shrill, but she couldn't resist the erosion of the golden light, and gradually became silent.

The golden light was getting dimmer, and when the golden light dissipated, Song Meihua's figure had disappeared. Chen Qing stared blankly at the place where Song Meihua disappeared. , tugging at the hem of his clothes and anxiously asked: "Master Daoist, did that evil spirit get beaten out of his wits?"

Yimei glanced at Chen Qing with disgust, held back the anger in his heart, and said coldly: "Why are you thinking so viciously? After all, she was once your wife. Why do you want her to disappear? She didn't hurt you. I just sent her to the place where she should go."

After finishing speaking, he ignored Chen Qing, packed up the things on the incense table, turned around and strode away, leaving Chen Qing sitting alone in the yard.

The breeze blew past, and the birch leaves rustled. Chen Qing was startled suddenly. He only felt that this place was very gloomy. He didn't dare to stay any longer, so he walked away from here.

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After leaving the Rose Inn, Luo Ke only felt uncomfortable in her heart. She never thought that the seemingly honest Chen Qing would be such a heartless man who killed his wife. How could he still have the face to continue the business? The inn where the wife and father stayed?

Such a person should let Song Meihua's ghost stay in that inn to torment him.

Yimei saw that the little zombie was in a very low mood, and knew that he was aggrieved by what happened to Song Meihua just now, so he sighed, patted his head, and said slowly: "Little zombie, I will help Song Meihua get over , not for the shopkeeper, but for Song Meihua. She has already died. If she continues to stay in the world, there are only two fates waiting for her. One is that her soul flies away and disappears between heaven and earth; For evil spirits, killing innocent people's lives."

Luo Ke looked up and stared blankly at Yimei. She thought it was just a simple matter, thinking that she was also raised by Uncle Ming back then, so there was nothing wrong with her?

"Her life has been very rough, why should she accompany her in the next life for Chen Qing?"

After Yimei finished speaking, he stopped talking and pulled Rococo towards Mr. Zheng's house.

Luo Ke lowered his head, thinking about Yimei's words, the way of heaven exists, it is illusory, and good and evil will eventually be rewarded.

Just like that Chen Qing, who is ungrateful, even if he is unrestrained for a while, there will be no good end in the end.

***

Mr. Zheng is a well-known wealthy family in the town. His house is naturally very grand. Looking at the luxuriously decorated gate of Zheng's mansion, Luo Ke secretly clicked his tongue, but looking at this magnificent gate, one can know that the Zheng family is worthy The name.

It's just that although the Zheng Mansion is majestic, there is a thick layer of ominous aura hanging over the Zheng Mansion. Even if there are many evil spirits hanging on the Zheng Mansion's gate, it is difficult to weaken the aura of the shirt.

It seems that there is indeed something strange about this Zheng residence.

Out of the corner of Luo Ke's eyes, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a little doll wearing a red bellyband standing on the top of the wall of Zheng's mansion, looking at them coldly. She turned her head to look, but it was empty and there was no sign of anyone there.

Luo Ke was taken aback, did she read it wrong?

"Little zombie, what are you looking at? Come in with me."

The author has something to say: I'm sorry everyone, I was late for so many days before updating, and the main focus is on cheating, so this article is a bit late, I'm sorry everyone.

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