C54 Messengers

Mr. Zhao's smile was very evil, causing people's hair to stand on end.

If I could, I would run away. However, his escape route had already been sealed off.

I'm a little regretful that I didn't leave after extinguishing the oil lamp just now.

I didn't say anything. I stayed by the oil lamp and watched him. Fortunately, after the Mr. Zhao smiled for a while, his smile gradually faded. His entire body once again became lifeless as he stood motionlessly on the stairs.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and my tensed muscles relaxed.

Mr. Zhao's soul was outside in the dilapidated courtyard, this was undoubtedly his body. But why would an empty shell suddenly laugh? It was incomprehensible.

I came here today for three main reasons. One: See if Grandpa Gu has any tricks up his sleeve. Can we trade? Number two: See if you can steal the fan. Number three: Find the body of the Mr. Zhao.

Now it seemed that the third mission had been completed.

I'm going to keep going up and see if there's a fan. I intentionally avoided the Mr. Zhao, not wanting to leave his side. The strange smile from before had left a shadow in my heart.

Who knew that just as I went around it, there was a sudden gust of cold wind and with a poof, it extinguished the oil lamp underneath. This place immediately felt like it sank into darkness.

While I was panicking, I felt something behind me. My hair stood on end.

Then, I heard Mr. Zhao's voice. He whispered into my ear: "You can live if you don't want to eat. Can you live if you don't want to live?"

"Fuck you." I cursed in a low voice. Without even turning my head around, I suddenly raised my elbow and smashed it into his face.

I heard a "Putong" sound from behind, Mr. Zhao should have been smashed by me.

I have heard the stories of Behemoth and the cabbage, but I am not so bored as to play the riddle in this environment.

It was dark all around, but it wasn't so dark that I couldn't see my own fingers. I looked up and saw shadows moving about in the darkness. I didn't know how many more of these bodies there were.

Luckily, I left the box of matches behind when I lit the oil lamp. I struck a match and quickly climbed the steps in the small firelight.

I didn't want to walk too slowly because something might happen in this damned place, so I didn't dare walk too fast. If I walked too fast, the match would extinguish.

I carefully walked for about ten steps, but the match still burned my head. I waited until it hit my hand before reluctantly throwing it away.

I shook the matchbox. There was still half a box inside. So I pulled out another.

When I do this, I feel like a little girl selling matches. Poor, sad.

Sizzle … I struck the match. There was a flash, and I saw another figure in front of me. I gave a grunt of fear and almost threw the match away.

Before the last match went out, I could clearly see that there was no one in front of me. How did someone arrive in just a few seconds?

I took a step back. The man just stood there on the steps. He didn't move or speak.

I wiped off the cold sweat on my forehead. Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly realised that this person looked a little familiar.

He kept his head down, his messy hair falling over his face. I seem to have seen this image somewhere before … Where did it come from?

That's right, it was a pair of gloves. When I slept with gloves on my chest, I dreamt of such a person, begging me to take him to see the Mr. Zhao.

I immediately understood that this was the dead body of the little ghost.

When I was looking at the corpse, I didn't expect him to suddenly raise his head. He stared at me and said, "Souls don't have a body to live in. Can a body live without a soul? "

I kicked the body. Then I grabbed the match and ran up the stairs.

The match went out quickly, and I did not light it again, for I had reached the top.

It was dark under the altar, but there was a glimmer at the top. The light was coming from the coffin.

I saw the coffin from a distance, but I was a little puzzled. Because the coffin was open, I didn't see the lid.

I walked around the coffin to make sure there was nothing wrong with it before I got closer.

I saw Grandpa Gu lying inside the coffin. He was wearing a longevity jacket and a pair of undershoes. This was not a soul, but a corpse. It seemed like Grandpa Gu had also stolen his corpse and put it on the altar.

There was a luminous pearl in his mouth. This pearl was very large, causing his mouth to be unable to close. The light from the luminous pearl also leaked out. The light made his face look transparent. No sense of beauty, I just thought it was weird.

Then I looked down and saw a fan in his hand.

The fan was half open, one side white and the other black.

Is this the fan? A fan that could confuse Yin and Yang?

I looked at the altar, at the formation around me. Suddenly, he started to panic a little: "Grandpa Gu, are you planning on learning from the one in the ancient tomb, using this fan to confuse Yin and Yang, and resisting the Nagzul to hook one's soul?" Would he really give me the fan?

I ventured over to the coffin and peered inside. Grandpa Gu's eyes were closed tightly, and his face was bloodless. The flesh on his face was stuck to his bones, making him look like a corpse no matter how you looked at it.

I lightly called out, "Grandpa Gu?"

Grandpa Gu didn't respond.

I nudged him and called out, "Grandpa Gu?"

Still no response.

I began to feel conflicted. The fan was right in front of me. All I had to do was grab it and get out of here.

But I'm here to trade. Grandpa Gu didn't do anything, but I betrayed him. Isn't that too shameless?

No, no, no, what justice was there in telling a tomb robber? Did he trade something for a fan when he stole it from someone else's grave?

I reached out and took the fan. But I didn't pick it up. Because I'm a little upset. Grandpa Gu now looked unconscious. But what if he had something up his sleeve and I took the fan? Then wouldn't I be in big trouble?

At this thought, I withdrew my hand. But then I felt a little bitter. Making a deal with Grandpa Gu was like asking a tiger for its skin. If he was a good man, why would he sell mirrors? If he didn't steal the fan now, he would have no more fans and no more prices. So what if Grandpa Gu knows that I took the fan? Anyways, I have already rescued foster-grandpa. I have Xia Xin and Mr. Zhao to help me, I will deal with him slowly.

At this thought, I reached into the coffin again.

At that moment, someone patted my shoulder. I shivered and jerked my head back. Then I saw a man standing behind me.

It was Grandpa Gu.

I broke out in a cold sweat.

What was lying in the coffin was Grandpa Gu's corpse. Standing behind me is Grandpa Gu's soul. I was too busy looking at the body to notice what was behind me.

I'm finished.

Grandpa Gu stared at me coldly, and after a while, he said: "Dou Jiang. What are you doing? "

I couldn't answer for a long time. One reason was because he was scared, the other was because he was confused: Dou Jiang? Who is Dou Jiang?

Grandpa Gu said, "I sold you the mirror long ago. Who told you to come to the tomb?"

A buzz went through my head and I understood immediately. I'm using the body of the bean curd boss. Dou Jiang was probably his name.

I blurted out, "Hu Chujiu asked me to come."

I don't know why I said that, but I had a subconscious feeling that it made me more believable.

Grandpa Gu frowned: "Hu Chujiu? Did you see him? He came to the Rain City? "

I did my best to imitate Dou Jiang's expression, stooping down humbly with an apologetic smile on my face, "After buying the mirror from your esteemed self, I was looking for a target. Yesterday, he just so happened to come in, so I set him as my target. "

Grandpa Gu suddenly became angry when he heard this. He suddenly waved his hand and slapped me across the face.

My face was burning, and I subconsciously wanted to slap it away. However, at this critical moment, I resisted, and silently muttered in my heart: "The one who hit is not me, the one who hit is not me, but Dou Jiang, the boss of tofu brain. However … It's so f * cking painful. "

Grandpa Gu was still pointing at my nose and cursing, "Who told you to touch him? You dare to touch him? I think you don't even want to be a ghost anymore. "

I rubbed my still numb face and said with a wry smile, "I don't know either. However, what's so special about this Hu Chujiu? Why can't he move him? "

Grandpa Gu shut up. He squinted his eyes and looked at me. This gave me a very dangerous feeling. I cringed.

"Are you trying to trick me?" Grandpa Gu said faintly.

I shook my head hard, like a bass drum.

Grandpa Gu asked me again, "You still haven't answered me, why did you sneak into the tomb?"

My mind was racing, but I spoke slowly. As I spoke, I began to make up lies, "Yes... It was Hu Chujiu who asked me to come. I caught him, but he threatened me. "

Grandpa Gu crossed his arms with an interested look on his face. "Why is he threatening you?"

I stuttered on, "He said that he had two friends, one surnamed Zhao and the other surnamed Xia. The two of them are extremely powerful. Even if I take his body, when I go out, I'll let people know that something's wrong. At that time, even ghosts will not be able to do it. "

Grandpa Gu sneered. "So you came?"

I continued, "He said he was here to make a deal with you. Let me report a message and ask when we can trade. "

Grandpa Gu responded with a faint "oh". He said with a smile, "So, you don't know anything and are just a messenger?"

I nodded vigorously.

Grandpa Gu suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed my neck. Then he looked me hard in the eye, gritted his teeth, and said, "I hate people who lie to me. You bastards. Last time, you used fake money to buy my mirror, so I haven't settled this debt with you yet. "

I struggled to get the words out of my throat. "My money is real."

Grandpa Gu didn't listen at all. He clenched his teeth and said, "Are you the one who sent the letter? How could a messenger climb so many steps? How did you get up here? How did you get through them? "