C227 jargon

As the two of us were talking, there was a sound of wind coming from outside the house. It was clearly the mournful sound of ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

In a short period of time, a sinister aura filled the room. The gust of wind continued to blow against the red wooden door frame of the side palace building, and the sound of grinding teeth could be heard.

At first, the wind was not too strong, but not long after, there was a clap of thunder and a strong wind blew. At the same time, a howl came from outside and the ghost mastiff began to bark.

Looks like that dirty thing is here. Zhang Tiangang and I found a chair and sat in the middle of the room, Zhang Tiangang's eyes staring at the pair of dragon and phoenix candles.

He told me that this pair of candles represented the spirits of the two of us and the tiger in the painting.

Before he could finish his sentence, the ghost mastiff outside the door let out a long howl and a gust of wind blew in through the crack in the door. The flames on the two dragon and phoenix candles flickered slightly due to the strong wind.

Hearing his words, I immediately rushed forward to protect the candle from the wind, but Zhang Tiangang told me not to waste any effort.

If the two of us were to die today, even if we had to light a gas lamp, this candle would still be extinguished.

After hearing what he said, I gave up. I saw that the dogs outside the door were trying their best to move, and they started to hit the door frame together with the wind.

Although the flame of the dragon and phoenix candle swayed in the wind, it did not have the intention of extinguishing.

Half an hour later, there was a loud noise from outside the door. The ghost mastiff seemed to be unable to hold itself back any longer and pounced on the wooden door frame. With a whoosh, the wooden door actually seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

I looked at it anxiously, but at this moment, the picture of a tiger descending from the mountain on the wall faintly hissed, and the sound of a roaring dragon could be heard.

Zhang Tiangang told me that he heard it too, and the voice of the ghost mastiff at the entrance also died down. Although the flames were blown by the wind and swayed left and right, it still did not extinguish.

But after a while, the ghost mastiff seemed to be full of air as it used all its strength to smash its head against the door frame.

At the same time, strong gales arose from all directions. The candles, dragons and phoenixes that were placed on the Table and the picture of a fierce tiger descending from the mountain on the wall were all blown left and right.

Fortunately, the ferocious tiger spirit in the picture of the fierce tiger descending from the mountain was full. Under the illumination of the candlelight, it seemed as if it was about to jump out of the painting.

Both of us could vaguely hear a tiger and a mastiff roaring at each other.

This sound was like a clap of thunder. Sometimes, it was as light as water dripping onto the ground. However, it did not stop even after a few hours had passed.

When the sun was about to rise on the second day, a shrill cry came from the ghost mastiff and the New Year's painting on the wall had also landed at almost the same time.

I looked through the gap in the door and saw that the ghost mastiff was sprawled on the ground, motionless. Zhang Tiangang counted with his fingers, his face full of joy:

"Brother Qin, if we don't die from this, we will definitely have some good fortune. The two of us will definitely do a lot of good things in the future."

"Then, is that beast dead?"

Surprised, I pushed the door open and saw a huge dog, about the size of a calf, covered with a foot of white fur, with a golden nose, one eye drooping and half a tongue sticking out.

A pool of blood flowed out from the ghost mastiff's mouth and spread around, dyeing its entire face red. The beast remained motionless on the ground, indicating that it had died.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but exhale a long breath. Zhang Tiangang took out the painting, and using the light to look at it, I saw that the black color of the fierce tiger inside the painting had become as pale as a sheet of white paper.

Originally, the ferocious tiger had no signs of its glaring eyes, and its four limbs that were the size of sandbags looked like they had collapsed. It did not look like the king of the forest should have.

The tiger was a fake tiger, and it was only because of the White Tiger's power that the tiger in this New Year's painting could fight with the ghost mastiff outside for an entire night.

The tigers in this year's painting used their power to save both of us. Zhang Tiangang took out his lighter and burned the entire picture of a fierce tiger descending from the mountain to nothingness.

I looked at the ghost mastiff's corpse beneath my feet. This thing has eaten sixteen human corpses, and became a Yin object. Although it is dead, this corpse is still a disaster in this world.

I thought for a while, then went to the woodshed and found two long-hilted axes and Zhang Tiangang's hand. They sliced the ghost mastiff into a thousand pieces, leaving behind a head the size of a lion's head.

Elder Lu only dared to come back when it was almost noon. When he saw the lion head sized dog head, he kept calling it darling. This was the first time he saw such a big dog head.

I made him exclaim in shock as he pulled out the four canine teeth on the dog's head. These canine teeth are good at avoiding evil, not to mention these kind of ghost mastiff.

After pulling them out, we kept two of the four canine teeth and gave the remaining two to Elder Lu as the reward for staying here for the night.

Once the great calamity has passed, there will be afterlife. I suddenly remembered something, I told Feng Si to go and check if anything happened to the Jin Lu.

Thinking of this, I quickly took out my phone. Only then did I realize that I had left my phone in the car.

Zhang Tiangang's phone also ran out of battery. When the two of us went back to the car, our phones were about to explode from the calls. There were a total of fifty to sixty missed calls, Feng Si's and Cheng Jia's as well as a bunch of phone calls.

I called Feng Si first, and he received the call. On the other side of the phone, Feng Si said dejectedly:

"Little brat from the Qin Clan, it's so white. The cake flies away."

Feng Si was speaking in the jargon of our southern industry, referring to business, there was no way to do what he wanted to do. Cake was an employer's decision, and because life and death were taboo in the past, death was called flying.

These words combined together meant that the Jin Lu was dead, and there was nothing left to do.

When I heard this, I was stunned. I had already expected the death of Jin Lu, but it was not because of this.

What surprised me was that Feng Si actually spoke the right words. One must know that in these days, most of the yin and yang lines s were young people, and there were very few who knew the right words.

Therefore, it had been a long time since someone had spoken such jargon. Putonghua was the standard language in the industry.

Feng Si is even more knowledgeable than us, in all these years, we have never heard of his words, but now that he said it, I feel that it's a little strange.