There is always a corpse that suits your taste

Several people were having breakfast when an old man on crutches walked in with trembling legs. The old lady greeted him very familiarly, and the two chatted for a while in a dialect that Cheng Yi could not understand.After they finished their meal, the old lady said in half-baked Mandarin: "Young man who delivers the letter, this is the old man who lives in front. He is here to get the letter from his son. Please help him find it."

Cheng Yi was taken aback for a moment, he thought he was going to deliver them one by one, and he couldn't help asking: "Do they all come to your house to get the letter? Do you need me to send it there?"

"No, no need," the old lady waved her hand, "My wife was the head of Fengang Village when my wife was still alive. These years, letters have been delivered to my house at this time every year. They all come to pick them up by themselves. You can send them there. Know when it will be delivered."

After that, people came to pick up the letters one after another.

When he was free, the fat man took Cheng Yi to the corner and talked to him, "This house is weird, very weird."

Cheng Yi has always been interested in stories about ghosts and ghosts, so he asked curiously, "How do you say that?"

The fat man opened his hand and gestured a few times, "This house has very good Fengshui, I won't talk about how it is, because you don't understand anyway."

Cheng Yi nodded, he really didn't understand at all.

"But the strange thing is that the yin energy here is very strong, stronger than other places. It shouldn't be, judging from the structure of this house, this place should gather yang..."

The fat man muttered to himself, except for the first few sentences, Cheng Yi didn't understand the rest of the sentence, so he simply let him talk here alone, and went back to pack his backpack.All the letters have been delivered, and there are only some daily necessities left in the bag. Cheng Yi seems to be obsessive-compulsive and sorts them into different places. After finishing, Cheng Yi looked at the sky outside. I'm going to disturb you here for a day, I'm afraid I won't be able to catch the car..."

"Don't bother, don't bother, you guys live here and it's lively. There haven't been so many people here in a long time." As the old lady spoke, she stood up and walked to the big table under the left-behind photo, and opened the drawer Get something in it.

When Cheng Yi saw what she took out, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his breathing became a little short. It was, that was what he saw last night. I don't know if it was a dream or it really happened. , the square corner thing he saw made by the old lady.

The fear of being deliberately forgotten hit him again, making him a little suffocated. He took a deep breath, and Cheng Yi pinched his palms, trying not to tremble in his voice. Cheng Yi asked: "What are you holding? I seem to have never never seen it."

The old lady lit the candles on the table and walked out with the pile of things in her arms. She stopped when she heard Cheng Yi's question. She said, "This is the road money for the underground impermanent ghosts. Let them not embarrass my grandson."

grandson?

It was the first time for Cheng Yi to carefully look at the black and white posthumous photo, the black was pitch black, the white was pale, and the person on it looked only twelve or thirteen years old.

The old man should love her grandson very much, talking about how smart and well-behaved her grandson is, how pitiful he is after being sick, and she is worried about him leaving, for fear that he will have a bad life down there and be bullied.Gradually, he also talked about his unconscionable son, daughter-in-law and daughter, saying that after the grandson left, they were unwilling to stay at home for a moment, and they all ran away. They did not even bring a word home for such a long time, forgetting home and mother.

Cheng Yi didn't expect the old man's family to have such a past, so he didn't know how to answer the conversation.

The old lady probably just wanted to find someone to pour out her sorrows. After speaking, she wiped her tears, sighed and continued to walk out, her back looked very lonely and sad.

It was already high in the sun, and Liu Chenhai walked out of the room exhausted, "Is there anything to eat? I'm starving to death!"

The fat man didn't dare to talk to him, and stayed in the corner pretending to be a big mushroom.

Cheng Yi didn't like him too much, but he still said, "It's on the table, how did you do it?"

"Don't talk about it," Liu Chenhai's face flashed with fear for a moment, and he felt uncomfortable, he picked up the bowl and mouthed the rice, as if he was escaping from something.

How strange, Cheng Yi muttered to himself, dragging the dying fat man out.

The fat man recovered only after he got outside, and whispered with displeasure on his face, "He is still alive, and last night was the most sinister room in his room." Then he gloated again, "He must have done it last night. The nightmare, the fierce kind, hahaha, it's not easy to walk out today standing up."

Cheng Yi was dumbfounded and said in astonishment: "Aren't you a Taoist priest? You actually just watched..."

"Taoist priests don't do charity, not to mention he won't be grateful to me if I save him." The fat man interrupted him unhappy, "Who made him look at me like that before, what's wrong with me being fat? I am proud of having more meat. Isn’t there an old saying that says that every fat person is a potential stock. I may be more handsome than, um…that person if I lose weight.”

Cheng Yi was amused by the fat man's exaggerated expression, and the fat man glanced at him and said, "Don't laugh, I'll ask you, do you choose to save people every time you encounter such an unknown situation? I said it all." , although I'm a genius, I'm still young."

Cheng Yi choked on his question, but thinking about it carefully, if it was him, "I might have been passionate before, but now, I probably won't."

"You always like to demand the highest morals from others. Whether you can do it or not is another matter." The fat man shook his head with a face full of disapproval, passed him and walked forward, stopped after taking two steps and turned around, "Huh? You What are you pulling me out for?"

Cheng Yi continued to pull him forward without turning his head and said, "Let's go and see what was in that ditch yesterday. It's noon now, even if there are ghosts, they won't come out."

The fat man asked, "How do you know that ghosts won't come out at noon?"

Cheng Yi's tone was taken for granted, he said: "It's said in ghost stories that evil spirits carry evil spirits, and they will get sunburned when they meet the sun."

"Stop, stop!" the fat man yelled and held him tightly, "You're still sunburned, can that ghost run all over the street with a sun umbrella?"

"Isn't that so?" Cheng Yi stopped, looked at the fat man, and waited for him to say, after all, the fat man is a Taoist priest, even if he is really half-baked like he thought, he must know more than him.

The fat man pulled Cheng Yi to sit on the stone by the roadside, "Is this going to be a long story?"

The fat man curled his lips, and said, "Fart, I'm tired from standing."

Cheng Yi: ...

The fat man tried his best to raise Erlang's legs, took out a cigarette from his pants pocket, lit it with a "click", "One?"

Cheng Yi hesitated for a while, and refused. In fact, he was also addicted to smoking, but he decided to quit smoking considering that he would return to his teens.

"Grinding, chirping," the fat man muttered indistinctly while holding a cigarette, exhaled smoke rings and said, "What I'm most afraid of is people like you who don't understand anything and still want to find excitement, such as haunted house adventures, supernatural games, etc. It’s too long, isn’t it? You don’t have to worry about attracting real ghosts when you pretend to be ghosts.”

"The ones who are most afraid of the sun in this world are not fierce ghosts or evil ghosts. Instead, they are new ghosts who are not wronged, hated, or dead. They are like newborns. They are fragile, and they will be knocked out of their wits when they are hit by ordinary people. Often they bring People who die with obsession, the soul of this kind of person lingers for a long time after death, absorbing the grievances around them, and after a long time, they are not even afraid of the sun."

After speaking, the fat man joked, "Maybe one day when you go out on the street, the person who passes you by is a ghost."

Cheng Yi looked at the fat man expressionlessly, "Is it so scary?"

The fat man chuckled, "Scare you, there are so many people on the street, and the yang energy is so dense that it can scald ordinary evil spirits. Even the most powerful ones will feel uncomfortable, and they will only wander around the streets when they are stupid." Whisper, that doesn't look stupid.

The fat man took a sharp puff, threw away the butt of the cigarette, and said, "I'm only here this time to look for that kid's body, don't care about anything else, don't let me care, so don't play dead, I won't save you , I have a very expensive delivery fee, and you seem to have no money, poor messenger."

"Well, I have no money."

"Hey, are you proud of not having money?"

"pride."

……

The two were chatting nonchalantly, Cheng Yi stared at an abandoned house with three walls covered with weeds, and suddenly stopped talking. "What? Fell asleep?" The fat man who couldn't get a response from Cheng Yi turned his head, just in time to see that he didn't even blink his eyes.

Cheng Yi hissed, lowered his voice and said slowly: "I saw Liu Yi, it's over there, just sneaking past."

Behind the big rock the two of them were sitting on was a large canopy of tall weeds, forming a visual blind spot. From one side, we could see the abandoned house and from the other side, we could only see tall weeds.

Cheng Yi's curiosity started to wreak havoc again, "Why don't we go and have a look?"

The fat man gritted his teeth, and said decisively: "Go, it's okay even if you are found out, there are two of us, and she is alone."

So the two of them sneaked up there like thieves.

Strange to say, the fat man has so much flesh on his body, and his footsteps are even softer than Cheng Yi's when he walks. After discovering this, Cheng Yi was very surprised, and Cheng Yi asked, "Why don't you have any footsteps when you walk?"

The fat man whispered, "I'm a cultivator, and I'm different from you ordinary people. Concentrate, and be careful not to be discovered."

Cheng Yi endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back, he asked again: "Is your cultivation of Taoism like that in the novels of comprehension?"

The fat man bowed his waist and walked forward with all his heart, and had no time to think about his question, "Which one?"

"It's the kind that can survive the catastrophe and ascend in the end."

The fat man couldn't take it anymore, he turned around and slapped him on the shoulder, "Are you okay?"