"Who the hell are you?"
I got a little angry.
My grandfather's name was Lin Banxian.
Because Xunlongtanxzhiyang Bu Yang was omnipotent, people in the world called him Lin Banxian.
But this was decades ago, and it was definitely not something that the person in front of me who sounded like my age could know.
Besides, since my grandfather died, except for me and the old housekeeper, no one knows that my grandfather is a coffin toucher.
And even if they know that my grandfather is a coffin toucher, no one will know that I am Lin Bei.
Lin Banxian's grandson.
The man in black robe said nothing, but I could see his white chin tilted slightly, and I could feel him smiling.
It seemed like it was a given that he knew about me.
I was a little unhappy, but I didn't show it.
I just tightened my grip on the bottle slightly.
"I know something has happened to you recently.
It seems to be very difficult for you."
The man in black robe stretched out a hand and rubbed the table.
I saw a silver ring on the middle finger of his right hand.
There are countless black symbols, large and small.
I had a sullen face, and the fermentation of alcohol slightly emboldened me: "I don't know who you are, but please stop interfering in my life.
If there is a next time, I will not be polite."
I spoke in a decisive tone. , even I think it’s a bit excessive.
But when I think about it, I feel relieved that this person may be the one who gave me the soul-possessing Gu.
The man in black robe was not angry, he just glanced at me and said softly: "Go back and read your book carefully.
If you don't want to die, read it carefully."
He said the words "that book" very seriously.
After saying that, he stood up and left Jin Heshun without waiting for my reply.
At this time, my mood was absolutely incomprehensible to others.
It felt as uncomfortable as someone holding my heart and scraping the blood vessels with their fingernails.
The book "Hundred Ghost Night Talks" is definitely my biggest secret.
Except for the dead old housekeeper, no one else will know about it.
I haven't even mentioned it to Ma Liuzhi and Wang Hu.
Who is this person?
The mutton in the hot pot has been cooked to a pulp.
I lowered my head.
This man in black robes definitely only appeared three times in my memory, but why, he knew everything about me.
I thought for a while, then paid and left Jin Heshun.
I didn't dare to go home, so I randomly found a small hotel to stay near the antique store.
I didn't know how Wang Hu had taken care of the store in the past two days, and I was thinking about going to the antique store to take a look tomorrow morning.
At night, only Ma Liuzhi's words and the black-robed man's words lingered in my mind, making it difficult for me to calm down.
Thinking that there was a soul-possessing Gu on me that could explode at any time like a bomb, I cursed a few times and then punched the wall.
Distraught, that’s who I am right now.
Feeling the severe pain from my fist, I lay slumped on the bed and covered my eyes with one hand.
"Damn, I didn't expect that I would still be poor and a virgin before I died."
I cursed in a low voice.
Looking back on the twenty-five years that I have lived, it is as full of dry humor as a cartoon, but the funny thing is that the protagonist of this cartoon does not seem to be me.
I can't say I'm self-deprecating, but I, Lin Bei, am still a self-aware person.
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As if I remembered something, I took out the book "Hundred Ghosts Night Talk" from my arms.
Thinking of the words of the man in black robe before leaving, I couldn't help but read it carefully.
The Night Talk of One Hundred Ghosts is divided into three volumes.
The first volume talks about Feng Shui divination, the middle volume talks about ghosts and corpses, and the second volume talks about strange things.
When the old housekeeper was alive, he taught Feng Shui, but I would rather read some strange things.
But I didn’t see much of this ghostly corpse spirit.
But it can be seen that this book is a broken book, because the second volume of the anecdotes stops abruptly in the middle of the story.
This ghost corpse spirit is not talking about ghosts, but corpse spirits.
What we are talking about are ghosts, monsters, corpses, and spirits.
As the name suggests, this ghost is a ghost.
Monsters refer to some unknown monsters, such as the Shennongjia Wild Man and the Black-scaled Shark, which are somewhat legendary species.
And this corpse refers to zombies, walking corpses, flying corpses, etc.
Jing refers to animals that have become spirits, such as the yellow skins in the Northeast and wild foxes.
Although it seems a bit mysterious, there are many wonders in the world.
Since experiencing this soul-raising vessel, I believe in this kind of thing more and more.
I have no use for Feng Shui now, and anecdotes have little to do with me.
I turned directly to the middle volume and looked specifically for the description of "ghosts".
Especially this mandrill, I checked it carefully, but there was no substantial breakthrough.
Most of them talked about how powerful this mandrill was, but there was no record of the method of subjugation and suppression.
I read and read almost word by word, for fear of missing any word.
But what makes me regretful is that there is no sentence in the whole article about how to conquer the mandrill.
But at this moment, I suddenly found a line of small words at the bottom of the book.
"There are ghost words that can be communicated with the mandrill, and if they are communicated with the mandrill, they can speak, but if they are evil because of the mandrill, you must be careful."
Suddenly my eyes lit up.
The meaning of this sentence is that there is a "ghost language" that can communicate with this mandrill.
After successful communication, you can talk to it, but ghosts like mandrills are great evils and you need to be careful.
I touched my chin.
This is a double-edged sword.
If I use it well, the problem in front of me will be solved.
If I use it poorly, I may be dead.
I lit a cigarette and slowly puffed out a puff of smoke.
I smoked this cigarette very quickly, and my mind went blank.
But when I put the cigarette butt in the ashtray, I made a decision.
Maybe this can be regarded as treating a dead horse as a living horse.
But I think that since I have this ability, I should strive for it, otherwise I will feel regretful even if I die.
I opened the Night Talk of Hundred Ghosts again, found the page about recording "Ghost Language", and started reading.
It turns out that humans and ghosts cannot communicate.
Even if they are both in the human world, because the body is dead, the ghost can only make relatively simple sounds, such as screaming, laughing, crying and other very simple sound changes.
The so-called "ghost language" is actually the spiritual communication between humans and ghosts.
But this is risky.
If the ghost doesn't harm you, then you may even get some benefits from simply communicating with it.
But if this ghost is planning to kill you, then if you communicate with it, it will accelerate its hatred of you.
The so-called "ghost language" can be regarded as a kind of psychic technique to put it bluntly.
Some people are gifted with the ability to open their eyes at birth and be able to identify hundreds of ghosts.
Some people rely on their hard work to open their celestial eyes the day after tomorrow.
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And I am the kind of person who has no talent and hard work is in vain, so I can only rely on this kind of sideways to talk to ghosts.
"Ghost language" is not difficult to learn, it should be said to be very simple.
Mainly relying on some props to establish a platform for mutual communication with the ghost, and then spiritual communication with the ghost.
I studied for several hours and got the general context very close to me.
Immediately, he stretched out, closed the book, and fell asleep peacefully.
The next day, I woke up very early.
To be precise, I was woken up by a phone call.
Wang Hu told me that there was an antique seller in the store.
He couldn't understand it and asked me to take a look.
As soon as I heard this, I quickly put on my clothes and ran to the antique store.
I am a money-grubbing person myself.
I can’t say that I love money as much as my life, but I am definitely not a charity ambassador.
Basically, the money that goes into my pocket rarely goes out.
When I went to the antique store, I was actually a little excited.
After all, it was my first job to have a business so early.
It was thanks to Wang Hu's habit of getting up early, otherwise this business might have been "robbed" by others. .
As soon as I arrived at the antique store, I saw Wang Hu squatting at the door smoking a cigarette.
I suddenly thought that the business was gone, so I went over and gave him a slap on the back of the head: "Young man, if the business is gone, you still have time to smoke."
Wang Hu rubbed the back of his head and looked at me with an innocent face: "Brother Bei, this is a bit evil.
You will know when you come in and take a look."
After saying that, Wang Hu entered the room and pulled out a wooden box from under the counter.
I was a little frightened by evil spirits, and I thought why the hell did I get to encounter all the evil things this time.
But I was really curious, so I walked into the house.
"When the man came, he put down the box and left.
If you like it, he put a thousand yuan into his card.
He left the card number."
As he said that, Wang Hu pushed the box in front of me and said He stared at me and asked me if this was evil.
I glanced at Wang Hu, feeling a little uneasy.
In the antique business, the emphasis is actually on a big chance, and whether it is true or not.
If you really have that kind of destiny, you can earn tens of millions per transaction.
I have seen it.
But if you don't have that kind of destiny, you can close down in a month.
It's not unheard of on this street.
But no matter what kind of business you are doing, there has never been a saying of giving the goods first and paying later.
I looked at the box.
It was a peach wood box, a square box with a dome, similar to the style of an urn.
There was no pattern on the whole box.
Even the box was made of peach wood, not even glue or iron bars were used.
I opened the box carefully and saw a blood-red paper-cut lying inside.
The pattern of the paper-cut was a ferocious roaring lion.
When I saw this thing, I almost cried with excitement, and I quickly asked Wang Hu to pay him a thousand yuan.
Wang Hu came over and was a little puzzled.
He scratched his head and asked me: "Brother Bei, this little piece of red paper is worth a thousand yuan, which is about the same as the windows my sister cut."
"Don't say one thousand yuan, just ten thousand yuan.
I bought it today."
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I didn't bother to explain, so I closed the peach wood box and said in a trembling voice.
Wang Hu didn't dare to reply to me when he saw me like this.
He agreed, took the money from the counter and went out.
I sat on the wicker chair and my heart was beating fast.
It was not caused by fear, but by surprise.
Thinking about the red paper inside the box, I was so happy with a smile on my face.
This red paper is not an ordinary paper-cut.
The scientific name of this thing is Diao Qian, and in ancient times it was called Diao Qian.
It is a punishment spread in the Xia Dynasty.
First cover the victim's head with two pieces of white paper, and then use a millstone to press it down.
Afterwards, the torturer's internal organs were crushed into blood, and the white paper on his head turned blood red.
At this time, dry the paper and cut it into the shape of the house-suppressing deity, and it will become a magic weapon that can suppress demons and exorcise ghosts.
Moreover, I could tell at a glance that this hanging coin was not a recent imitation.
I thought it must be quite old.
I just don’t know why this seller sells it so cheaply.
You must know that such a treasure has a price but no market.
I was too lazy to think so much anymore, so I opened the box and looked at the red paper-cut carefully.
Because it had been too long, the blood-red color had gradually turned a little darker, so I carefully I took out the piece of paper and held it in my hands, and my mood suddenly improved.
With this treasure, I have another asset to face the mandrill.
Buddha beads, ghosts talking at night, hanging money.
This is the only capital I can bring to the table to negotiate with that mandrill.
If these three things fail, it means that I really can't get over this hurdle in my life.
No matter how many treasures are given to me, it will be in vain.
Just then, my phone rang suddenly.
I picked it up and looked at it, and my face suddenly changed.
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