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Land reclamation No.60 Two days · Invite ghosts to visit

Qin Yuanfei strode towards the incense shop, and at the same time raised his hand to stop the two twin bodyguards who intended to follow.

"You just stay outside the door." Qin Yuanfei said in a deep voice.

"Boss, this..." Lou Yi frowned.

"Don't make me say it a second time." Qin Yuanfei glanced at Lou Yi lightly, then stepped into the store.

It is not a big shop, it is estimated that four grown men standing side by side will not be able to squeeze in. On both sides of the shop are wooden shelves as high as the ceiling, on which there are various kinds of joss sticks, paper money, niche boxes...

Qin Yuanfei looked around quietly for a week, and the broken incense candles and niche boxes with missing corners were placed against the floor compartment. The whole small shop looked very informal.

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Feng Huai?" Qin Yuanfei stood a few steps away from Feng Huai, his voice was rustling and hoarse, "I want you to find someone for me."

Feng Huai looked at him with a smile that was not a smile: "Let me help you find someone, why don't you report your family first?"

"Since you are a psychic medium, you should already know who I am." Qin Yuanfei said.

Feng Huai let out a "ha" and nodded slightly: "I do know. Everyone wants the favor of the leader of the Green Gang."

Qin Yuanfei showed a look of "it really is so" in his eyes.

"The person you want me to find for you is probably not a human, but a ghost? Your brother." Feng Huai continued.

Qin Yuanfei nodded slightly and looked at Feng Huai with satisfaction.

Feng Huai laughed. He shook the chair leg slightly, and looked at Qin Yuanfei with crooked smiles: "However, I know this, not because I am a psychic and can channel spirits, but because of this information, anyone who has a little knowledge can inquire about it." get."

"Indeed, so I think you should give me some more private information to prove your ability." Qin Yuanfei narrowed his eyes slightly, with an unchanged smile on his face.

Feng Huai shook his head: "The front foot smashed my incense shop, but the back foot begged for the door without changing his face. To be the leader of the Green Gang, you really have to be able to bend and stretch, right?"

Qin Yuanfei's face moved slightly when he heard the words, he looked at the group of subordinates standing outside the shop door, only Hao Hao flinched and tried to hide himself behind a few thugs, his evasive appearance made Qin Yuanfei immediately understand what Feng Huai was talking about. It's him.

Hao Hao suddenly met the boss's gaze, shivered, and forced an awkward and polite dry laugh.

Qin Yuanfei slowly raised the corners of his mouth, as if returning a smile to the other party.

He turned to Feng Huai: "Maybe one of my subordinates is not sensible."

"I think so." Feng Huai said with a smirk, "but I'm a little curious. What do you want to do with your brother? I don't think your brother will be very happy if he sees you. I ate all the joss sticks in the store—maybe I’m still not relieved.”

Qin Yuanfei frowned upon hearing this: "What are you implying?"

"How stupid is it to treat an enemy as loyalty?" Feng Huai asked back.

Qin Yuanfei's face suddenly turned cold.

Feng Huai shrugged his shoulders.

"Do you know what will happen to those who intend to sow discord within the gang?" Qin Yuanfei lowered his voice, staring at Feng Huai with gloomy eyes, hissing in his throat.

He was facing Feng Huai, with his back to all his subordinates, making it difficult for people to see what they were talking about and what the situation was.

"Provocation? I'm helping you, lest you become a joke." Feng Huai still squinted his eyes and nestled comfortably in the grand master's chair.

Qin Yuanfei looked at Feng Huai coldly, his eyes fell from Feng Huai's eyes to the slender and tender neck, he could hold that neck bone with one hand, and he could make the man in front of him who laughed so much that bothered him show pain, could...

"Think carefully about whether you want to accept my help." Feng Huai's voice sounded lightly behind Qin Yuanfei's ear.

Qin Yuanfei's pupils shrank suddenly, almost in the blink of an eye, the man who was originally sitting in the master's chair was behind him, and he felt a cool palm on the back of his neck.

Qin Yuanfei's hairs stood on end, he restrained the instinctive movement of wanting to fight back, completely moved

I can feel the strength implied by the palm on the back of my neck.

He had no doubts that if he really wanted to kill just now, the hand on the back of his neck at this moment would definitely clenched his vitals unceremoniously.

Feng Huai pinched the back of the other party's neck twice, and then patted the shoulder, casually like a familiar friend: "Relax, it's you, not me, who came to block the store with a bunch of subordinates. "

"Perhaps you can pick some presents for your brother." Feng Huai smiled, "Choose two items from the shelf. If it's money, it'll be included in the compensation for the smashed store."

Qin Yuanfei pursed his lips, he restrained his ugly face, turned around and looked at Feng Huai: "Then there will be Mr. Lao Feng Huai."

"You're welcome." Feng Huai waved his hand, then pointed to the items on the shelf, "Seriously, pick two."

He laughed and said: "If you invite a ghost to come to your door, you have to bring some gifts back, otherwise it will be embarrassing if you don't go back."

Qin Yuanfei paused, he had heard similar words from several psychics before, but only Feng Huai said it, which made him feel an indescribable tremor on his back.

He pointed to a piece of paper money and a box of incense candles: "Those are the two."

Feng Huai took a look: "Okay."

"By the way, why don't you let your subordinates come over, after all, it's not easy to see the brothers who were born and died together." Feng Huai looked towards Hao Hao.

Qin Yuanfei followed Feng Huai's line of sight, narrowed his eyes slightly, nodded and said, "Hao Hao, the first floor and the second floor, the hall masters on the left and right, come here."

"Yes, boss." Several people replied in unison.

The twins couldn't wait to get back behind Qin Yuanfei, staring at Feng Huai warily.

If it wasn't for Qin Yuanfei's order, when Feng Huai approached, the first floor and the second floor wanted to rush in.

The hall master on the left is a gentle-looking man, with a temperament of financial accountant, while the hall master on the right is a gangster, it seems that the two of them are faster than each other when they enter the door.

Only Hao Hao, dragging his feet and reluctantly walking at the end.

Feng Huai passed everyone with a smile and looked at the last Hao Hao: "We meet again."

Hao Hao laughed dryly, not knowing what to say.

"Just find a place to stand." Feng Huai pointed casually, but stopped at the place where Hao Hao was standing, and said, "You, stay in another place."

Hao Hao only thought that Feng Huai was targeting him, he took two steps to the side with a sullen expression and stood still: "Is it all right?"

Feng Huai looked at Hao Hao, and then at the statue of King Yama of Chujiang in the second hall, which was only two steps away from Hao Hao, raised his eyebrows slightly: "It's up to you, I'm just suggesting."

Hao Hao's face became even more stinky, and he muttered "yin and yang weirdness" in a low voice.

Feng Huai walked to the door of the shop and looked at the sky, it was not until five o'clock in the afternoon, and it was dusk.

He turned around and went back to the store, strode back to the front desk, and muttered to himself in a low voice: "When Shenshi is approaching, the purple air is coming from the east, so I should be able to borrow it for a long time..."

Qin Yuanfei didn't miss Feng Huai's words, a dark look flashed in his eyes, and unconsciously, more expectations arose in his heart.

Seeing this, Hall Master Zuo sighed softly, every time the boss gave birth to hope but failed, someone would always suffer.I don't know who will be unlucky today besides this little young magic stick.

Feng Huai took out a horn bell covered with copper green from the dark compartment of the front desk drawer. ——He found this when he was sorting out the shop and scattered memories in the past two days. As soon as he got the horn bell, the relevant memories were activated like a program input into his body.

This horn bell looks very old, it may be an antique from the Sui and Tang Dynasties.

Feng Huai swayed the horn bell lightly and walked to the set incense candle. The horn bell was melodious and clear, which made people relax unconsciously. Their consciousness floated in the clouds, as if they were in a half-dream and half-awake state.

"Sorrowful mountains and marshes, lost soul, false shock and strangeness, lost true soul, now please take over the land, the king of Chujiang in the second hall, and return it to the dead..." Feng Huai spoke very fast, and he picked up his pen with red ink on it. Write down the horoscope of Qin Yuanfei's younger brother.

When the last stroke was made, the characters under the red ink suddenly blurred into a ball of bright red ink.

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The melodious horn bell stopped abruptly.

Everyone seemed to be dragged back from the dream abruptly, and couldn't tell where they were staying for a while.

Seeing the sky outside the store, groups of thick clouds quickly crawled over, the sky turned overcast in an instant, and it was clearly at four or five o'clock in the afternoon, but it seemed like midnight.

You can even hear the sound of someone running fast on the street, shouting that it will rain heavily and remind you to pack your clothes and quilts quickly.

There was an explosion of thunder, and the electric lights in the small shop went out as if the voltage was unstable, and the shop suddenly became dark.

A few seconds later, the power returned to normal and the store was brightly lit.

Hao Hao was trembling crazily, his body trembling, and a smell of urine came from him.

The hall master on the right smelled the smell, and immediately became annoyed, and pushed away the tall and thin man who was leaning towards him: "Hao Hao! What's wrong with you!"

Everyone heard the sound and looked over, and immediately stopped talking.

I saw two ghosts standing beside Hao Hao, one was standing under the statue of Hades in the Second Hall, wearing an ancient dark purple robe, holding a wat in his left hand, his face was pale but not angry, the other was wearing a modern black A suit, with a bouquet of blackened and withered roses pinned to the breast.

It was Qin Yuanyang who was already dead.This outfit was exactly what he wore when he was buried.

Qin Yuanfei took a step forward uncontrollably, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"You have three minutes," Feng Huai said.

He turned to the man in the purple robe and gave a respectful salute.

The second hall, King Li of Chujiang, is in charge of the Great Living Hell, also known as the Ice Hell of Peeling Pavilion. There are also sixteen small hells. Anyone who hurts people's limbs, rapes, steals and kills in the world will be pushed into this prison to be punished.

Qin Yuanyang's ghosts are all indelibly marked by the punishment of the small hell. Even if these marks are reincarnated, they will be turned into birthmarks and brought back to the underworld.

He was almost stuck on Hao Hao's body, his eyes were wide open, and his tongue was long hanging out of his mouth due to the punishment in the little hell of pulling out his tongue. He licked the side of Hao Hao's face, but nothing was left.

Qin Yuanyang leaned against Hao Hao, took a deep breath, as if confirming his scent, and immediately made a violent attack, almost breaking free from the iron shackles nailed to the back of his spine.

Hades of the second hall slightly retracted his strength, and dragged the evil ghost back to his side. He glanced at Hao Hao lightly, the tablet in his hand lit up, he turned to Feng Huai and said, "I'll take this person away tomorrow."

Feng Huai should go down.

Not long after, the two ghosts faded in front of everyone, and a tall and vigorous will-o'-the-wisp suddenly sprang up from the incense candles and paper money that had been set up, and turned into ashes in an instant. The two ghosts disappeared together with the breeze. .

As the ghost shadow disappeared, the dark and heavy clouds on the skyline gradually dispersed, and the setting sun in the evening penetrated the clouds, inlaid with a layer of purple and gold threads.

Feng Huai looked at Qin Yuanyang and his group. He pointed to the puddle of yellow urine on the ground around Hao Hao, curled his lips and said, "Who are you, clean it up."

Qin Yuanyang came back to his senses, he exhaled lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Floor [-], floor [-], take Hao Hao back."

"Mr. Feng Huai, I owe you a favor." Qin Yuanyang nodded towards Feng Huai, "Zuo Zongxin, let someone clean this place. Please feel free to redecorate a new building if you need anything."

"No matter what Hao Hao asked you for before, it will be void, and any loss will be compensated tenfold by the Green Gang."

Feng Huai raised his brows, nodded and said: "Okay, then I will not be polite."

Qin Yuanyang quickly left here with all his subordinates, just like when they came. After they left, the neighbors and shopkeepers all poked their heads out of the house one after another, looking curiously and carefully at the small incense shop next door. .

That night, Feng Huai's mobile phone received a payment notification message, indicating that there was an extra million in his China Merchants Bank account.

At nine o'clock the next morning, Hao Hao's severed head was hung next to the signboard of a bar, with two bloody words "Qing Gang" carved on the face, one left and one right, warning everyone of the fate of betrayal.

No one could see that at the same moment, a ghost in a purple robe tied away Hao Hao's decapitated soul.