After being reborn as the Dragon King, I made a fortune on seafood

September 21st is the Hungry Ghost Festival.

Lu Ao got up early in the morning to buy ducks, and Song Zhou accompanied him.

There are so many people in today's bazaar that it can almost be called shoulder-to-shoulder crowd.

Lu Ao and Song Zhou were together, and the people around them were at least half a meter away from them whether they wanted to or not.

Many people walked by and looked back at them again and again.

Lu Ao and Song Zhou went to buy ducks, paper money, joss sticks, etc., bought some vegetables and then went home.

He was not in a good mood today, when Weng Qian called, he gave a low "Hello".

"Lu Ao!" Weng Qian didn't feel his loss at all, and asked excitedly as soon as he opened his mouth, "Is there any more squid meat? The quality of your squid meat is very good. If you still have some, sell it, let alone 600 yuan. Even 800 yuan is fine, I want all of it.”

"No more, didn't you buy more than 100 catties, not enough?"

"It's good to have as many of these good things as possible. I'll take as much as you have, so why would you think it's too much?" Weng Qian excitedly suggested, "Next time you want to sell this kind of thing, there's no need to send it to the group for sale. I can eat as much as I can."

Lu Ao's voice was a little low, "Okay, if there is one next time, I will give you priority."

"Then let's talk about it." Weng Qian realized later, "Did something happen to you? Why do I feel that you are not so interested?"

"No, today is the Hungry Ghost Festival, and I miss my relatives a little bit."

"Oh." Weng Qian froze for a moment, "My condolences."

"Thank you."

Lu Ao hung up the phone, because he didn't want to receive any more calls, so he simply turned off the phone.

Seeing him like this, Song Zhou rubbed his head lightly, but said nothing.

During the Hungry Ghost Festival, you need to fold ingots, cook octopus rice, and kill ducks.

In previous years, Lu Ao came here alone, and he was used to doing these things. It was not difficult, but this year there was one more person who stacked ingots.

Lu Ao stacked the ingots, sighed a little uncomfortable, and raised his head to ask Songzhou, "We have the underworld here, are there ghosts?"

"There is a soul, there is no underworld." Song Zhou deftly stacked an ingot in his hand, and placed it gently on the pile of ingots, "The soul will soon dissipate, transform into soul particles, and then reincarnate. Your parents' The soul is gone."

Lu Ao stopped his hands, and after a long time, he gave a soft "um" and said softly, "It's a good thing they're not here."

Song Zhou said: "Maybe most of their soul particles gathered together and reincarnated into a newborn baby, maybe we will meet again one day in the future."

Lu Ao started to move his hands stacking the ingots again. After a long time, he said softly, "I don't expect these anymore. As long as they live well, I'm satisfied."

Song Zhou patted him lightly, "In the days to come, I will be with you."

The two started stacking ingots again. Lu Ao would stack a lot of ingots every year, and this year too, half a frame was already placed in the basket next to it.

After folding the pile of papers in his hands, Lu Ao looked at the ingots in the basket, and shook his head self-deprecatingly, "Since they have already reincarnated, what's the use of stacking so many ingots?"

"Our blessings will become part of their luck." Songzhou put the latest ingot on the pile of ingots and said, "Even if we can no longer talk, our ingots are still blessings."

Lu Ao was a little confused, "I've never heard of this theory before."

Songzhou's slender fingers slowly turned and folded, and said, "I'll know later."

"Ah."

Lu Ao still stacked a lot of ingots this year, grandparents, grandparents, parents, and mothers each have one share. In addition to these, there are also paper money bought outside.

Song Zhou told him that whether ingots or paper money, they are just the carrier of human thoughts, and the values ​​inside are useless, only human thoughts are useful.

Lu Ao took out the brush and inkstone that he hadn't used for a long time, and slowly rubbed the ink to write the names of his ancestors.

When burning paper on the Hungry Ghost Festival, all paper money, ingots and the like should be put into a large straw-yellow envelope, with the names of the ancestors written on it, and then dripped with duck blood.

They believe that there is a spring outside the underworld, and that human envelopes can only float up after being dripped with duck blood, float to the underworld, and be delivered to the ancestors.

Lu Ao writes this every year very piously. He is not a superstitious person. Apart from having some vague wishes, he writes this more because of his own grief.

Every year when writing these letters, he would be in a very low mood, this year it was better, with Song Zhou by his side, it wasn't too sad.

While writing, he introduced his family to Songzhou.

His family is thin, and several generations have been single-handed, but the genealogy is very clear. You can find a family tree of two or three hundred years. Not anymore.

After writing the letter and dripping duck blood, in the evening, Lu Ao took out all the envelopes and burned them outside.

Not only their family was burning the envelopes for the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the neighbors nearby were also burning. Everyone was burning on the side of the road, and they even took a small wooden stick to ensure that the envelopes were fully burned.

In the twilight, the flames were everywhere, and the orange flames trembled in the wind, reflecting a few sad faces.

Lu Ao is no longer a pure human being. He can see many shadows around some fires, coming with the wind and spinning on the fire.

It was a soul that had not yet been reincarnated. Sensing that the family was burning paper, I came back to take a look.

After Lu Ao and Song Zhou finished burning the pile of Lu's house, Lu Ao looked at the ashes sadly. After watching for a while, he made sure that nothing happened, so he followed Song Zhou back.

On this day, he had no appetite and didn't eat much for three meals. Song Zhou didn't say anything when he looked at the leftover rice in the pot. "Take a shower early and go to bed."

"Okay, I'm going to take a shower."

Lu Ao came back from the shower and leaned against Song Zhou's arms. He was lazy today, he didn't want to move anything, he just wanted to be in a daze.

Song Zhou wiped his hair, patted his back lightly, and comforted him.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Ao felt sleepy, "Go to sleep."

Song Zhou shook off the quilt, wrapped him in it, and then hugged him into his arms through the quilt. Lu Ao sniffed his pleasant scent, and his mind gradually calmed down.

Lu Ao didn't fall asleep and was in a daze for almost an hour, still staring at the ceiling with his eyes open. He didn't know if Song Zhou had fallen asleep, and he couldn't summon up the energy to ask.

An hour later, Song Zhou suddenly patted him on the back and asked, "Can't sleep?"

"Yeah." Lu Ao sighed silently, "My mind is so messed up, I don't know what to think, all kinds of thoughts keep going around in my mind, I feel like I can't fall asleep."

"I have something on my mind today, and I didn't do much activity. It's normal if I can't sleep." Song Zhou patted him, rested his chin on his head, and asked softly, "Can't sleep, can I take you somewhere?"

Lu Ao was at a loss, "Where?"

"Take you to someone else's dream." Songzhou's slender fingers lightly covered his eyes, covering all the light, and said in his ear: "Sleep, sleep, let's go to someone else's dream Take a stroll."

Lu Ao had never heard that he could go to other people's dreams, he was suspicious, and before he had time to ask, Song Zhou grabbed his wrist, then his head fainted, and when he woke up, he was no longer in the real world.

He clearly realized that he was in a dream, and the feeling in the dream was very strange. He turned his head and looked around, and the surrounding environment was pitch black.

"Whose dream is this?"

"The dream of a prisoner." Song Zhou said, "I wonder if you are afraid of these dreams?"

"Probably not, it's just a little strange, what are these dreams?"

"Some bloody and violent dreams?" Song Zhou chuckled. "I don't know what the specific dreams are. They just gave some people a little hint. As for what they will dream, it depends on them."

Lu Ao was confused, and before he had time to ask, a high-pitched scream suddenly broke the tranquility of this area. Lu Ao suddenly turned his head and looked back, only to see a tall man running towards him.

Lu Ao felt that his perspective was a bit strange, as if floating in mid-air, the man didn't notice their existence, but just ran forward with blood on his face.

The man has a cropped head, tattoos, and a big gold chain. He has a very social atmosphere at first glance.

Unlike social loafers, this man looks terrible, with dark circles, white lips, dull eyes, weak legs, and the whole person is as thin as a skeleton.

If it weren't for the clothes on his body that made him look like a social brother, it wouldn't be surprising that he looked like a disaster victim who couldn't get enough to eat.

Lu Ao was still wondering, the man had already been caught up by a lot of people behind him.

"You run, run again!" Those people pressed his arms and made him kneel on the ground. One of the leaders who looked like a big brother held a toothpick and patted his cheek with his hand, making it crackle Hearing, "Luanmao, you are capable, you dare to lie to Brother Hu!"

"Brother, brother! I didn't do it on purpose. I didn't intend to lie to you. I just wanted to lie to another kid. I know that the news has been passed around wrongly. Please forgive me. I won't dare again. Wow—— —”

"Your mouth is so soft, who said last time you wouldn't dare again? I think you have to be taught a lesson before you know how many eyes your Lord Ma has! Xiao Li, bring a knife! Cut off two of his eyes for me. a finger!"

"Brother, dear brother! Don't do it, I still rely on craftsmanship to make a living. I have seniors and juniors, I... ah!"

With a scream, the scene behind became extremely bloody, and Lu Ao felt a little sympathetic looking at it.

Seeing this, he recognized it a long time ago. This person is the gangster who chased him into the river back then.

At that time, this gangster also yelled a lot of words, but now that his identity has changed, the one being chased has become this gangster.

The gangster had his fingers chopped off and was beaten again, the scene was horrible.

Lu Ao didn't feel comfortable watching it, tugged at Song Zhou's sleeve, shook his head, "Forget it, don't watch it, it's boring."

Song Zhou lightly covered his eyes, "Then I'll take you to see something else."

The next dream I saw was very different from this one.

The dream showed the miserable life of an old man. When he was young, he dropped out of school and entered a juvenile detention center. After he came out, because no school was willing to accept him, he dropped out of school soon and wandered in the society, making friends with some gangsters.

After a few short years, he returned to the detention center because of hurting others. This time, because he was an adult, he was not so lucky, so he was sentenced directly. After he came out, he married a prostitute and gave birth to a child that was not his own. Child, the child repeats his old ways when he grows up to fifteen or sixteen years old.

Finally, the old man died miserably in the small hut.

Lu Ao, the owner of this dream, also recognized it.

This guy threw a wine bottle at him at the beginning, and later when he went to the detention center, the other party was sent to work-study school because he was under the age of fourteen.

Song Zhou showed Lu Ao several dreams, which were very depressing.

The owner of the dream was in pain in the dream.

Lu Ao's heart softened, and he gradually didn't want to read it anymore. He sighed, "Forget it, it's all over, and they have also been punished by law."

Song Zhou hugged him, "Then let them dream for a few more days, and it would be too cheap for them to cancel like this."

Lu Ao thought for a while, in addition to having conflicts with these scumbags, they also did a lot of outrageous things, it's okay to learn a lesson, anyway, dreams don't kill them.

Although he could not bear it in his heart, he was not kind enough to sympathize with these criminals.

At the same time, in a large prison in the distant Xiliang Prefecture.

At 41:[-] in the morning, the man in one of the beds suddenly sat up straight and gasped in horror on the bed.

His face was sallow, his lips were sallow, and he was as thin as a skeleton, and the prison uniform was dangling on him.

A prisoner on the bed next to him saw him sitting up again, and muttered, "Luanmao, you don't sleep, kid, are you a waste? You have to go out to work tomorrow."

Luanmao swallowed, not daring to say anything.

He leaned against the corner, hugged the quilt, and stared at the bed next to him with wide eyes.

He has been having nightmares for more than a month. As long as he enters the dream, he will dream of being chased and killed, and then hacked to death in various forms.

This dream was extremely real, as if he had been stabbed thousands of times, every time he woke up, the place where he was cut in the dream felt a dull pain.

He could never forget the feeling of the blade cutting across his body. He would rather consume himself to death than enter those horrible dreams.

Songzhou not only showed Lu Ao the dream, but the next day, Lu Ao was feeding the geese when he suddenly received a call.

"Hello, is that Lu Ao?"

"Hello, you are?"

"I'm Police Officer Ye from the Guaining Police Station in Xiding City. It's okay to call me. It's the scammer Liao Hekang who went on a blind date with you. He was arrested today."

"So fast?"

The other side smiled heartily: "Yeah, we didn't expect that he was reported by the masses, and then he was arrested. He has been handed over to us now. In fact, there is nothing wrong, I just wanted to tell you .”

Lu Ao: "Thank you, Officer Ye."