Director Ma meets a ghost

Strange to say, as soon as the three of them reached the foot of the mountain, the rain suddenly became lighter. After walking a few more steps, they floated in the air like mist and rain. The posture was long overdue, as if to indicate the meager luck after the catastrophe.

After walking a long distance, Director Ma looked back at Mangshan.I saw that the entire Cuiyun Peak was still shrouded in an ominous cloud of black air, and I couldn't distinguish other colors.

He knew in his heart that at this time, Shangqing Palace might not be able to protect himself, let alone find news about Feng Yi.Li Daochang just gave him a word of comfort, but comfort cannot replace reality.Where is that ghost now, what kind of torture he is enduring, and whether he can meet again, he doesn't know, and he can't change it.

Director Ma and Director Wang were standing in a compartment of the train, puffing and puffing, and someone behind them was choking and coughing.

Director Ma looked back and saw that it was the plaster seller from before.This guy is really there every time.

"Meet you again, old Xie." Director Wang took the initiative to say hello.

The old man smiled wretchedly, "Everyone, please excuse me."

Director Ma thought of something and handed him a cigarette, "Master, you know me"

"Yeah." Lao Xie looked at him for a long time, shook his head and said, "I don't know him."

"Then how do you know where I am...you still have someone come to Mangshan to look for me"

Old Xie chuckled, raised his fingers to clamp the cigarette holder, and sipped it. "I don't know you, but I know the one next to you. Why, he went back?"

Director Ma and Director Wang were taken aback for a moment. The old man knew Feng Yi, "You...what are you talking about?"

"Hey, you two must know about it, right?" Lao Xie lowered his voice mysteriously, and pointed down with his finger, "He is from over there."

At this time, someone passed by to pick up the water, and the carriage was quiet for a moment, rumbling... The wheels of the wheel rolled over the railway, hitting Director Ma's little heart.

Director Wang should calm down first.He put out his cigarette, turned around and asked, "I didn't realize that you really have several brushes, so what else do you know?"

Director Ma nodded again and again, "Yes, how did you find out?"

The wrinkles at the corners of Lao Xie's eyes were crowded together, "Well, hehe, there is a saying that the secrets of the heavens should not be revealed. But it is fate for you to meet me today, and it is not impossible for me to tell you..."

Director Wang stuffed a few tickets into Lao Xie's pocket, and he groaned and grabbed the tickets. "Hehe, it's actually not difficult. I have a magic weapon that will send out warnings when encountering evil things. Besides, that big summer wears such long pants and walks as if he was drunk. I can't tell. "Old Xie said as he took out a mirror-like thing from his arms, which was exactly the same as the gossip plate used by Li Chenfeng. "This is a rare item. If you want it, we can discuss the price."

"...you really know Li Daochang"

Lao Xie stared, "Of course, to be honest, we grew up wearing a pair of pants! Please, this is a business card."

Director Ma took the crumpled card he handed over, which said Xie Group Co., Ltd.

Yo, what about the company?

Old Xie said with a smile, "Our company is mainly responsible for one-on-one sex, and the business is very extensive. You can find me for fortune-telling, weddings and weddings, debt collection, and posting small advertisements."

Judging by this greedy look of doing business, he and Li Chenfeng are indeed very familiar.

Speaking of the man who just picked up the water came back, he looked up and saw Lao Xie, and grabbed him, "But let me catch you, is that tiger skin plaster you're selling? Give me your money back!"

"Hey, hey, let go of the hero, I am doing serious business."

"Hmph!" The man rolled his sleeves, "You still dare to sell the plaster when it's rotten, isn't this a profiteer?"

Old Xie panicked, "Man, you don't know something. This plaster is a good plaster, the problem lies with that tiger."

Wang Jianling was amused, "What happened to the tiger?"

"Think about it, the tiger was caught and skinned, so there must be no wounds on its body? This hero bought the skin from the wound. How can you blame me if it rots? If you want to blame it, you have to blame the Orion!"

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Director Ma said goodbye to Director Wang at the station, and went to the bureau with Xiao Chen.

The faint stench of Feng Yi was still exuding in the car, Director Ma felt lethargic, and closed his eyes and leaned on the back seat.A truck transporting sand was approaching, Xiao Chen steered the steering wheel and pulled over, but the driver on the other side also approached without slowing down.

"Not good!" Xiao Chen slammed on the brakes, and the inertia dragged Director Ma from behind to the front.

"Bang!" The front window glass was shattered, and Director Ma was bounced back to the passenger seat.Holding his bleeding forehead, he was too shocked to speak.

Several passers-by looked around, and the driver of the truck quickly slipped away when he saw something was wrong.

"Director, let's call 120!"

"Call 120! Hurry up and take me to the martyrs cemetery!" Director Ma felt his heart beating faster, and the blood all over his body rushed to his head. He almost roared out, spraying Xiao Chen's face with saliva.

"Okay, let's go now, don't worry." As soon as Xiao Chen stepped on the brake, the back of Director Ma's head hit the back of the chair again.His brain was about to explode in pain, and the hand holding his forehead trembled uncontrollably.

This scene was too familiar, the scene of his wife being thrown out of the window played over and over in his mind.Just a few seconds ago, he thought he must be dying.But he didn't, and even except for a few cuts on his face, his whole body was not injured.

"Huo Xia, is that you?" Director Ma looked at his wife's tombstone, tears streaming down his face, "How have you been these past few years? I..." Director Ma wanted to say that I miss you very much, but the words came out of his mouth. I'm sorry, "I, I encountered some things recently..."

Director Ma felt that it was his wife's spirit in heaven that protected him. If the body that died for hundreds of years still exists in the world due to some things, what about his wife?Will he be looking at himself in a corner all the time?He rubbed his eyes and took out the crumpled business card in his pocket.

"Hello, who is it?" Old Xie's distinctive voice came from the opposite side.

"It's really you?" Director Ma stood up and asked eagerly, "Do you know psychics, the kind that lets the living see the dead?"

"Oh, Mr. Ma, this is a good job, but...the purchase of materials requires some funds..."

"No problem." Director Ma gave an address, hung up the phone and got back in the car.

A text message reminding the bureau of tomorrow's investigation came from the mobile phone, Director Ma glanced at it and closed it.He sent Xiao Chen back, and drove alone to the county hospital for bandages. He passed by the street where beef and mutton were slaughtered. The strong stench made Director Ma frowned.Why did you choose to take this road in the first place, rushing to the grave in the middle of the night?He himself couldn't figure it out.

Perhaps since he embarked on this road, Director Ma's life has completely changed.

Lao Xie arrived soon, and the things he used were very simple, a bowl of black dog blood, and a few pieces of talisman paper.Director Ma suspected that he was really here to cheat money, "Are you sure these are enough?"

"I still need something about the person you want to summon."

"what?"

"Anything is fine, like combs and clothes. These objects are used all year round, and they are contaminated with the breath of the dead."

Director Ma brought a dress from his dead wife, Lao Xie looked at it, and smiled, "I didn't expect you to be so good?"

"what?"

"Don't you want to meet that ghost of the Qing Dynasty?"

Director Ma's face became hot, and he faltered, "No, no, no! I want to see my wife. I went there three years ago."

"Tsk," Lao Xie shook his head and said, "That's an ugly thing to say, if she is reincarnated, even the Heavenly King and I will not be able to recruit her back. Three years is too long, so don't get your hopes up."

Director Ma's face darkened, and he chuckled again, "I understand in my heart."

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