C125 Paperhorse

At first, I just thought the old man was bold. He was about to die, and his yang aura was weak. He could see ghosts, but he wasn't afraid of ghosts at all. But then I realized it wasn't that simple.

This old man's belt was strung with a few copper coins. After these coins were attached to my body, it was like a large iron lock that locked my entire body.

I took a deep breath. There was a smell of blood on the copper coin. It must be black dog blood.

This belt was not a red belt of life, but was specially prepared for catching ghosts.

I stared at the old man. "What do you want?"

The old man only sneered, but didn't say anything.

At this time, the policemen had already surrounded them. They looked around for a while, then said to the old man, "Where is he? I don't see anyone. "

The old man's eyes were staring straight at me before he faintly said, "Ah, there's no one here."

The policemen began to complain, "What are you yelling about, sir? Isn't this just toying with us? "

The policeman beside him saw that his three masters had been scolded and quickly said, "My three masters are too old and have bad eyesight. I was wrong, I was wrong just now."

When the others heard that this assistant police officer was his relative, they didn't know what to say and dispersed. However, a few of them muttered: "You're old and you still want to earn this money? "It's upsetting and upsetting for us, too." "… … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … … …

After everyone had left, the policeman said to the old man, "Third master, can you just sit here and wait patiently? Even if those criminals come out later, don't make a sound. If they were to really fight, your body would not be a match for them. It would be bad if you were injured by them. You can just stay by the side and watch the show.

The old man coughed and said, "I think it's better if I go home. I'm old. I can't refuse to be old."

That policeman immediately became excited and nodded his head: "Right, right, right, let's go home. Don't worry, even if you go back halfway, I will still get your share of the salary for you." You are so old, and no one is making things difficult for you. "

The old man nodded absent-mindedly before leading me back.

This belt of his isn't that amazing, but the key point is that he specializes in restraining the soul. Right now, I can only follow him, and don't even have the chance to escape.

Wuzhong is at the outskirts of Cypress City County, beside the school there is a small village. It seems like the old man is a person from this village, because he had brought me directly into the village.

The old man's house was getting old. There were many places where the green bricks had fallen off, revealing the soil underneath. Such a house would probably last for at least fifty to sixty years.

I followed the old man into the yard. I found that his yard was also sparsely tended, with weeds growing in many places. Now that the weather had turned cold and the grass had withered, the old man's feet creaked as they stepped on the grass.

I feel that this courtyard is very similar to the waste grave s. I can't help but feel fear in my heart.

I said to the old man, "Old man, we have no feud between us, why did you tie me up and bring me back home?"

The old man said, "It doesn't matter if there's no enmity between us. I've kidnapped you, and now we have a feud."

I don't know how to respond to that.

The old man dragged me across the yard to his hut and tied his belt to the knocker.

I felt like the old man wasn't taking me seriously at all. He was practically tethered to me like a mule. I was so angry that I had to put on a smiling expression.

This time, I was more angry than scared, because I subconsciously thought that there was something scary about an old man. Not to mention the old man who was still alive.

But when I looked closely at the furnishings in the room, I felt a little uneasy.

There was no bed in the room, and where the bed should have been, there was a large, dark coffin. The coffin was covered with a blanket.

Next to the coffin was a table, lit by candles and incense, and a black-and-white photograph.

In the dim candlelight, I realized that the image was clearly the old man's own.

I took a deep breath. "What the hell is going on?"

The old man sighed and rummaged under the table before pulling out a box. He opened it and I saw a neat box of paper money.

The old man began to burn paper for himself. As he burned paper, he muttered to himself, "Don't be reluctant to eat or wear it when we get there." He should eat, drink and let me dream about whatever is missing. Rest assured, I definitely won't treat you unfairly. "

I felt my scalp tingle as I listened. What was going on with this old man? Burn paper for me? Was he alive or dead?

I looked more closely and saw a distinct shadow at the old man's feet. He was a living person, not a ghost. However … How could he burn paper just because he was alive? Did he want to reserve paper money in the Underworld in advance so that he could enjoy it there?

No, no, this didn't make sense. There was something wrong with what he had just said. It wasn't burning paper for him at all, it was more like chatting with someone else.

Suddenly, something struck me and I blurted out, "You're not you."

What I said was a bit out of place, but I know what it means. Obviously, the old man knew what this meant. He slowly stood up from the ground and turned around to look at me. He grinned.

I glared at the old man. "Who the hell are you?"

The old man only sneered and didn't speak.

I stared at him and suddenly blurted out, "You are the Old Man Sun who burned the boiler."

The old man was stunned for a moment. Then, a cautious expression appeared on his face. He looked at me as if he was looking at something dangerous. I know, I'm right.

When Old Man Sun was burning the paper, he had been talking nonstop. From his words, I could tell that he and the deceased knew each other. Not only did they know each other, they might even be friends. There was no apology in his tone for the dead man, but I had the feeling that the man's death had something to do with him.

As an assistant police officer, he had told the police that he had seen several dead people, including his own brother and the Old Man Sun who burned the boiler. Since blood brothers would not harm the auxiliary police, then the only one left would be the Old Man Sun.

Now that everything is clear, I said to Old Man Sun. "You took his body, right?"

Old Man Sun laughed coldly and said: "Do you think possession is a math problem for primary school students? Everyone can learn it. "

He was about to continue speaking when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from outside. This was followed by a knock on the door, "Third Master, Third Master."

It was the policeman's voice.

Old Man Sun replied in panic. He quickly walked out of the house and cautiously locked the door.

The police stood in the yard and frowned, "Master San, I came all the way here. You don't even want me to enter the house?"

Old Man Sun said, "It's dark, you won't be able to enter. You youngsters all hate me for being dirty." He looked up at the sky and said to the policeman, "Isn't it early in the morning? Are you off work? "

The policeman said, "We're on the midnight shift. Someone is taking over." He took out two hundred yuan and gave it to Old Man Sun: "This is your salary."

Old Man Sun nodded and took it from his.

The policeman smiled and said, "This is a good job. After staying outside the cemetery for a few hours, you will get the two hundred dollars. "It's no trouble at all. If only I could find such a job when I'm old."

Old Man Sun said indifferently: "That's enough, you are still young, and your mouth is very long-winded. It's already the middle of the night, hurry up and go home to sleep, I'm going to sleep too."

The police looked at Old Man Sun in doubt, he took off his hat and scratched his head, then muttered: "Third master, weren't you very close to me in the past? Why do you always chase me away these two days? "

The Old Man Sun ignored him. The policeman had to shake his head and walk away.

As soon as the police left, Old Man Sun locked the door.

I was tied to the door, unable to move. I had to use my mouth to try and see if I could win over Old Man Sun.

I said to him, "You and that Third Master of yours are friends, right? Since they were friends, why should they kill him? Now that he's dead, you should stop. Can't you just be more honest? I won't report you. "

Old Man Sun snorted: "You still want to report me? Even if you wanted to report it, someone would have to believe it. As for why I killed Ol 'Three, that has nothing to do with you.

I asked tentatively, "What should I worry about? Grandpa Sun, you never mentioned your purpose in bringing me here. Do you want a ransom? I have a second uncle who can give you money. Why don't I write down an address for him? "

Old Man Sun coldly cut me off: "No need."

After that, no matter what Old Man Sun I say, I'm not interested.

He rummaged through the Inside the house for a while and took out a piece of white paper. Then, he cut and papered it, and made it into a horse and carriage.

Old Man Sun was proficient at it, but had beautifully made paper. If I hadn't known that he was a boiler-maker, I would have thought he was the master of paper tying.

After the carts and horses were done, Old Man Sun knelt on the ground and started burning them at the northwest corner. When the flames came up, he dropped a few more drops of blood into them.

A moment later, the flames were extinguished, leaving only a pile of ash floating in the air as the night wind blew by. There was nothing left.

Old Man Sun removed me from the knocker and pulled me to the entrance.

We waited about ten minutes when we heard a hiss in the distance.

I looked up and saw a large horse pulling a carriage. The horses were tall and the cars were big, but they made no sound as they walked along the road. I knew it wasn't something that should exist in the world.

The carriage stopped in front of us, and when I looked out, there was no driver. The Old Man Sun pulled me into the car.

I felt awkward and scared when I sat on it. Because that horse always looked back at me from time to time, those eyes, not like the animal, like the human.

The Old Man Sun raised his hand and whipped the horse. The horse whinnied and let go of its hooves as it galloped down the road.

At first we were still in the village, but gradually the houses and trees around us disappeared. Everything was dark. There was only darkness and a path in the darkness. The path was winding, leading to an unknown distance.

I shivered and suddenly asked Old Man Sun, "Grandpa Sun, is this still the human world?"