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    Fake Funeral: Volume 4
    Fake Funeral: Volume 4
    Fake Funeral: Volume 4
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    Fake Funeral: Volume 4

    By Xi XiFuSi

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    We have a very secret ritual around here. It's called a fake burial.Fake burial, as the name implies, was a fake funeral.The old man at home was ill and wanted to find the patient's old clothes and make a dummy of him. It's called Regeneration.After the "Regeneration" was done, the old man's next of kin would carry it on his back and bury it on the mountain. This process was called burial sickness.That day, it was my turn to carry the "Regeneration". As a result, something strange happened.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherFunstory
    Release dateOct 18, 2019
    ISBN9781646775835
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      Fake Funeral - Xi XiFuSi

      RECOGNITION

      CHAPTER 301 - UNCLE WANG

      I looked at my feet. They were so dark I couldn't see the bottom, and I looked again at the top of my head. The top of my head was also so dark that I didn't know if there was an exit or not.

      I was a little worried as I lay on the side of the well. It was better to be standing on the stairs, but I didn't know where to go. I could sit down and think for a while.

      But what am I now? If they hung on the walls of the well, they would be fine for a short period of time. But if they hung on for too long, wouldn't they fall down?

      But the other two kids, one looking up, the other looking down, where on earth should I go?

      I stared at the kid for a moment and suddenly noticed something unusual. These two brats were equally ugly, and their clothes were not much different from each other. At first glance, they looked exactly the same, but if I looked closely, I could see that the things they were holding in their hands were different.

      One held a whisk, the other a offering of incense.

      I took a closer look. The one with the whisk, although ugly, had a trace of righteousness in his eyes. The one holding the incense, the more he looked at it, the more wretched he became.

      I suddenly understood. Of these two, one was alive and the other was a ghost.

      Not only was the person holding the horsetail whisk alive, but it was also a cultivator. His two eyes gazed upwards, and in his heart, he yearned for the heavenly temple. As for the ghost, his eyes were looking down. The place he wanted to go to was the underworld.

      I'm looking for Baby now, and I have to keep going down.

      After understanding this point, I heaved a sigh of relief and followed the walls of the well downwards bit by bit.

      Two or three minutes later, I understood why I was getting less and less effort as I leaned against the wall of the well. Because the well was not vertical, but had a certain slope, and as it went deeper and deeper, the slope became larger and larger. By the time it reached the end, it had become a tunnel. I could even walk in it upright.

      When I was in the well, it was dark and I couldn't see any light. When I went into the tunnel, there was a glimmer instead. I looked closely and saw that the glimmer was coming from the wall. There were no lights on the wall, but it was emitting a faint blue light.

      At the beginning, I thought there was a Night Pearl here and was very excited for a few seconds, but I quickly discovered that it wasn't a Night Pearl at all, but a bone.

      This wall was built with a lot of bones, and I don't know how many human bones were needed to build such a passage.

      These bones were quietly lying in the ground for who knows how many years. When no one came, it was quiet and nothing abnormal happened. However, when someone came in, his breathing, his voice, would disturb the quiet space, causing the rotten bones to emit ghostly blue flames.

      Humans could not be afraid of ghosts, but they could not have a respectful heart. I bowed to the skeletons to show my respect.

      I was going to say that I would help them collect the remains, but then I thought about how much bones it would be. It was a huge project, and I was facing death every day.

      I wanted to tell them to burn some paper money, but when I went out, who knew what would happen? If there's a ghost waiting for me, I don't know how long it will take for the paper to burn.

      So I only saluted, made no substantive commitment, and tried to walk forward.

      There were no more murals on the walls, so there shouldn't be any problems in this direction.

      But after walking for a while, I realized something was wrong. There seemed to be no end to this passageway. I felt as though I had already walked several tens of kilometers, but I still hadn't seen the end.

      All he could see were bones. I don't know where the way out is, and as for the legendary treasures, I haven't seen them at all.

      Then I really lost patience. I sighed and muttered, The people who hide treasures are really good. So much for hiding the treasure, and so much for tiring the thief.

      I shook my head and started back, but I couldn't find my way out for a long time. The upward well disappeared.

      Now I'm a little worried: I'm not going to die here, am I? After I die, won't my bones have to go to the wall?

      I scratched my head. Think of a way, I have to think of a way, I can't die in this damned place. I still have a lot of things to do. "

      This time, I focused all of my attention on observing every single skeleton on the wall. Then, I walked forward step by step.

      After walking for a few hundred steps, my heart suddenly stopped. I saw a familiar skeleton. It's not that I know the owner of the skeleton, it's that... I saw it just a few minutes ago.

      I wanted to cry, but I didn't know whether to be happy or sad. It seemed that I had run into a Wall-Hitting Ghost. If it really was a Wall-Hitting Ghost, then things would be much easier. I was afraid that it wasn't a Wall-Hitting Ghost that was using the faint light on the wall to create an illusion that prevented me from ever leaving.

      I took out my dagger and loudly said, We have no enmity with each other. Everyone, please let me go. If I am able to leave this place, if there is a chance, I will definitely help you hide your remains.

      At this point, I couldn't care less whether or not I would be in trouble. I would make some wishes and trick them into letting me go. Of course, I was careful when I made my wish. I said, If there's a chance. As for how I get the chance to explain it, that's in my hands.

      After making my wish, I walked around with my dagger in my hand. I tried to keep a straight face and put on a ferocious expression. I'm going to tell the kids here that I'm not someone to be trifled with. If they accept my offer, everyone will be happy. If you insist on refusing a toast, then don't blame me for being impolite.

      However, after going around in a circle, I still returned to the starting point.

      I took a deep breath and said, Alright! Since you all aren't willing to let me go, I'll make my move.

      I raised my dagger to pry out the bones. Let's see if they can still keep their cool after I beat them up to such an extent. What the heck are they trying to mess with me for?

      Of course, if there's no Wall-Hitting Ghost here, when I get the skeleton down, the real exit will be revealed, right?

      However, just as I was about to attack, I suddenly realized that there was something wrong with the skeleton beside me. He seems to be alive.

      I was stunned for a moment, but when I looked closer, I found that the skeleton was indeed alive. His body had clearly turned into bones, but there was a trace of life on his body.

      I immediately handed the dagger over. If anyone here wanted to harm me, it would be this skeleton.

      As expected, the moment my dagger came into contact with it, a soul drilled out from within in a sorry state.

      The ghost didn't even dare to look at me as he stumbled forward to escape. I held onto my dagger and chased after him while screaming.

      The speed of my soul is very fast, but I'm not slow either. Although I can't catch it, it can't get rid of me either.

      Just as I was in the middle of my chase, the soul suddenly swayed. My vision blurred and I lost sight of it.

      Slowly, I stopped and looked around. Then I saw a fork in the road. This fork in the road is hidden behind the skeleton. If I didn't know that there was a problem here, I definitely wouldn't have discovered it.

      As I turned the corner, I saw another passage.

      This passageway was no different from the human world. There were rooms one by one beside the passageway.

      I found these rooms very much like office buildings. Some had signs hanging at their doors, indicating that they were in the Finance Department, the Division Chief's Office, and the Personnel Department.

      I pushed the doors open one by one and searched around, but I couldn't find the soul. It wasn't until I reached the door of the last room that I felt my soul.

      I didn't go in right away. Instead, he placed the dagger by the door.

      During the chase just now, I clearly sensed it. The power of this soul is only mediocre. Even if I were empty-handed, I would be able to catch it.

      So I left the dagger at the door, blocking his way, so that it wouldn't run out of the door when I wasn't looking.

      My dagger is very fierce, and such a kid would not dare to approach me. After putting away the dagger, I walked in, rubbing my fists together.

      As soon as I entered the room, I saw a large table in front of me. The black wooden table was polished until it was shiny. The table was bigger than my bed, with nothing on it but three red phones.

      Behind the table, there was a solid wooden bookshelf that was also shiny. On top of it was a set of books. These books were neat and beautiful to the point of death. One could tell from one look at them that they had never been opened before.

      I stood in the middle of the room and looked around. The room was very large, but there weren't many furnishings. I searched around and didn't see any ghosts.

      Finally, my eyes fell on a flag. I saw feet sticking out from behind the flag.

      I chuckled in my heart before tiptoeing over. Without warning, I lifted the flag to reveal the ghost behind it.

      The ghost screamed and fell to the ground with a thud.

      I looked at the ghost, bewildered. Was this a ghost? He was actually scared senseless by someone? Isn't this embarrassing a ghost?

      I kicked the kid. Hey, wake up, wake up.

      The little ghost slowly woke up. At the beginning, he was confused, but after he woke up, he immediately became afraid.

      I squatted down and frowned. What are you doing?

      The kid asked me, What are you doing?

      I said, I came here by accident and I can't get out. Do you know the way out?

      After the little demon heard this, he immediately let out a breath of relief. Then, he asked in a worried tone, You're not Nagzul?

      I was stunned: Nagzul, I am not, are you hiding from Nagzul?

      The kid nodded. He adjusted his glasses and ran his hand through his hair, turning the sparse strands back into a large amount of hair.

      I realized then that calling him a kid might be a bit inappropriate. He was old.

      After the ghost stood up, it immediately became graceful and graceful. He pulled up his belt and then held out his hand and said to me, My surname is Wang. When I was alive, I held a number of positions, and they all called me by that title. Now that I'm dead, I can't even consider those anymore. Just call me … Uncle Wang, I guess.

      Uncle Wang next door? This name was truly a bit strange.

      CHAPTER 302 - REFUGE

      I said to the old man, Who the hell are you? Didn't you say that you have a position? Tell me directly, I don't want Uncle Wang to call me 'Uncle Wang'."

      Who would have thought that he would excitedly rub his hands together and say, This is what you wanted to ask.

      I nodded. Yes, I want to ask. Why are you so excited?

      He said mysteriously, When I was alive, I was the boss. They all call me Wang Shu. Didn't you want to scream? Just scream.

      I let out a dry laugh and shouted, Wang Shu … Record?

      He let out an exaggerated long sigh, as if he had obtained an extremely great satisfaction. How many years has it been? Twenty years or how many? It's been a long time since anyone has called me that. Little brother, just call me again. Let's get back together, don't kowtow."

      I didn't scream.

      He was a little disappointed. Why aren't you shouting?

      I embarrassedly said, This form of address seems to be a bit sensitive. It can't be called out without stuttering.

      He nodded, That's true, that's true. My identity was rather sensitive when I was alive, so you can't be blamed for that. Hmm … I started from the district chief, and although I had some achievements, I haven't forgotten about them. You can just call me Director Wang.

      I nodded and called out, Director Wang.

      Director Wang immediately let out a long sigh of satisfaction. Of course, the long sighs of the Prefectural Elder were nothing compared to the long sighs of the books and records.

      As he sighed, I felt more and more that the ghost was not frightening. Because of his strong sense of life, I was only curious about him and not afraid of him.

      Of course, for someone as experienced as me with a dagger in his hand, what could scare me like that?

      When Director Wang's mood had calmed down, I asked him, What happened here?

      Director Wang pointed to the huge office desk and said to me: Come, come, let's sit down and talk.

      Director Wang sat on the swivel chair behind the table. The leather swivel chair wrapped his entire body. As for me, I was sitting on the sofa in front of him.

      Director Wang looked down from above and said, Little brother, what is your name?

      I said, My name is Hu Chujiu.

      Director Wang nodded his head, he picked up the brush on the table and wrote the words Hu Chujiu on a piece of white paper. He cleared his throat as he looked at the three words and raised his hand slightly, as if he were about to make a speech, but he faltered and did not speak for a long time.

      Afterwards, he sighed dejectedly and put his hand down. Then he smiled wryly and said to me, Actually, I have forgotten about the past. All I remember is that I was an official. As for what exactly they are, how they met, and how they were assigned, I can't remember a single thing."

      I thought about the corpses in the passage outside and said to Director Wang, There's no one here. It seems like you don't need to assign the missions.

      Director Wang nodded and said in agreement, Yes, yes.

      He fell silent. I can finally ask. I asked him: Director Wang, where is this place?

      Director Wang was stunned and said: Oh? This is a refuge.

      I asked curiously, Sanctuary? How did he escape? Do souls need shelter as well? "

      Director Wang said, Of course. What was the soul most afraid of? It was yang energy, what was the second thing to fear? is the Nagzul.

      When the yang energy shines on the soul, that soul seemed to have been thrown into a raging inferno. If it was for a short period of time, then it would be extremely painful, and after a long period of time, it would be burnt to ashes. As for the Nagzul? Yang energy is telling you to die, Nagzul is telling you to live a life worse than death. If you were to be captured by the Nagzul and sent to hell, hell, hell, Yama Temple, Bridge of Helplessness, you will never be able to take it.

      I looked at Director Wang, a little puzzled. A little brat trying to hide from the yang energy? This was nothing. But how could this brat know how to avoid Nagzul?

      I seriously sized up his soul. It was really weak. He was just an ordinary little ghost. He was even a bit weaker than a normal brat. This was because he was full of fat when he was alive and was used to eating big fish and big meat, so his body wasn't that good.

      Since he was not a ghost, how did he know that he was hiding in Nagzul?

      Furthermore, he had complete control over his three souls and seven souls, so he was not the remnant soul of some important figure. What was going on?

      I said to the Director Wang, Is the Nagzul that scary? I see that after many ghosts were captured by the Nagzul and reincarnated, they have a pretty good time. I've even seen some evil spirits, and because they made a mistake, they can't be reborn, it's extremely painful.

      Director Wang acknowledged: I know what you're talking about. What Hanged Ghost, drowned Ghost, unable to reincarnate, just find a substitute.

      I nodded. That's why reincarnation is the baby's dream, isn't it? Why do you seem to be quite against it?"

      The Director Wang sighed and said, Comrade Xiao Hu, you do not know about this. While I was alive, I did a few wrong things. You see, I'm an official. It was difficult for the Manchu officials to stop their domestic affairs. Who had not done a few wrong things? I didn't mean to, did I? And the consequences are not my subjective will, are they? I was limited by the history of the time, wasn't I? I apologized afterwards, too, didn't I?

      We should stick together and look ahead. The unpleasant memories of the past are written off. However, there are some people who are different. They want to turn over old debts, and they will not forget to create trouble or disgrace you. They want to pull you down from your horse."

      After Director Wang finished complaining, I asked again: So, what did you do wrong?

      The Director Wang waved his hand and said unclearly: It's just those who come from various families, it really isn't a big deal. Furthermore, when I went to report it to Nagzul, he ordered me to atone for my sins by working hard in my next life.

      Director Wang spread his hands out. I know that being an ox or a horse is very painful, so I begged my grandfather to tell me. I finally found a place to hide. I've been hiding for decades. Nagzul hasn't found me yet. Hmm … It's a little lonely here, but much better than being born into a cow.

      Director Wang was very vague, but I heard the crux of it right away. I asked him, You're begging your grandpa to sue your grandma? Who was this grandpa or grandma? Just which expert gave you guidance on such a place?

      Director Wang was startled, immediately becoming flustered. Relieved, I knew I'd hit the nail on the head.

      Director Wang stammered as if he didn't want to say it, so I played with the dagger in my hand and said to Director Wang: There's only the two of us here. Be either a friend or an enemy. My friend knows some things and is unwilling to share with me, so I will play the role of the Nagzul.

      Director Wang sighed, You guys are really bad, you guys are really bad.

      He lowered his head and said with regret, Let me tell you, there were a total of three people who helped me back then. One is surnamed Zhao and the other is surnamed Xue.

      I waited for him to say a third person. However, he suddenly stopped moving.

      Puzzled, I asked, What about the third person?

      Director Wang's eyes were a little blurred. That's right, where's the third person? How come I don't have any impression of him at all? I remember very clearly that there was a third person, but why can't I remember?

      He slapped his head hard, but didn't say who the third person was. At first I thought he was playing with me, but then I gave up.

      If he wanted to lie, he could just say that there were two of them. There was no need to deliberately mystify things like that.

      I played with the dagger in my hand, suspecting more and more that the two people he was talking about were Mr. Zhao and Master Xue.

      I asked the Director Wang, What are the names of those two people?

      Director Wang said, I forgot, I really can't remember. All I remember is that they might have disappeared. Hmm … Before they went missing, something else seemed to have happened. During that time, everyone seemed to have forgotten about them, and they were often ignored for months and months.

      But when we chat with each other, we always feel that we're missing a piece and that we don't have the right number. But if we talk about it seriously, we'll think of them.

      When I heard this, I immediately understood. Someone had taken their memories. The memories of the Mr. Zhao and the Master Xue, as well as the memories of the other third person.

      Perhaps … There was a fourth person, a fifth person. However, their memories had been erased even more cleanly, so the Director Wang couldn't remember anything at all.

      I flipped through my phone and found the picture of the Mr. Zhao. I showed the photo to the Director Wang and asked him: Is this person someone you know?

      Director Wang looked at it for a while and said, It looks a little familiar. I think it's him, but he seems a little older.

      He turned around, took out a thick stack of folders from a large cabinet behind him, and started flipping through them one by one. I saw that there was nothing on the papers. They were all white.

      However, Director Wang was reading very carefully. While flipping through the white paper, he muttered to himself, Not this, this is a land expropriation method. Not this, this is demolished. It's not this, this is a sewer …"

      I looked at him, a little puzzled. How did he see the words on the white paper? Or perhaps … The words on it are only his memories from when he was alive?

      After a while, Director Wang suddenly cheered, It's here.

      Then he pulled out a piece of paper and said to me, That's him. I remember his surname is Zhao. Hmm … It's a good thing I left a picture, or I would have forgotten.

      I stared at the white paper in his hand and smiled bitterly. I can't see it.

      The Director Wang asked curiously: You can't see it? Why? Are you color-blind? That shouldn't be the case, this is a color photo, there are red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, cyan, blue, purple, and purple in all colors."

      I said to the Director Wang: Then look, are these two pictures the same person?

      Director Wang compared it and seriously said: That's right, it's the same person. However … The person in your picture is getting older.

      CHAPTER 303 - PHOTOS

      I immediately understood, the person who brought the Prefectural Elder to this damned place was the Mr. Zhao.

      I suddenly started to believe in fate. Our fates were linked together, so no matter which direction we walked in, Nagzul would always meet us by mistake.

      Director Wang looked at me curiously. Comrade Xiao Hu, what's with this expression? Are you crying or laughing?

      I said, I don't know. Director Wang, tell me, do you still remember what happened in Mr. Zhao?

      Director Wang scratched his head: Mr. Zhao? This kid is now a teacher?

      He thought for a long time with his eyes closed, like a monk in meditation, and I waited patiently. Finally, Director Wang opened his eyes.

      I uneasily asked, What's the matter? Do you remember the life of Mr. Zhao? "

      Director Wang shook his head. "I forgot.

      I sighed.

      Director Wang felt a bit embarrassed to see me so disappointed. And then he said, Why don't I think about it? This time around, it might be a little long. If you're bored, you can read."

      He took a book from the shelf and gave it to me. When I opened it, it was full of white paper.

      Director Wang wanted to think about it again, but I stopped him and said, Forget it, you won't be able to remember. Your memories have been taken away, there's no use thinking about it.

      Director Wang was startled for a moment, then knocked his head and said: Really? I said, Why do I have to live in confusion all day long? There are many things that don't match up. It turns out that my memories have been taken away from me."

      I looked at Director Wang with some sympathy, wanting to comfort him, but Director Wang quickly became happy again. Anyway, I'm still alive. I will have new memories. "

      I nodded. This person's attitude isn't bad. He's quite optimistic.

      Director Wang smiled at me: Comrade Xiao Hu, you don't have to be too disappointed. Regarding the Mr. Zhao, I can't really remember what he did. But I remember him. He was a nice young man. Kind, kind, and motivated …"

      I was a little dumbfounded. Kind? A kind heart? Did he have the drive? ~ Is this Mr. Zhao? Why do I feel that something is amiss?

      I asked Director Wang: Are you sure you didn't remember the wrong person?

      Director Wang said with certainty: I'm not wrong.

      You've lost all your memories, are your words accurate?

      Director Wang said with a little injured tone, It's because I lost my memory that my words were accurate.

      He raised the white paper in his hand, pointed to the three big words on it and said: Look, these three words: Hu Chujiu.

      On such a big piece of white paper, there were only these three words. Was it obvious at a glance? I won't mispronounce it. If I add a little bit of Zhang Wang and Li Zhao to it, I will easily forget about it.

      I could only nod my head, but I don't understand now. Is the Mr. Zhao that I know the same as the one that I know?

      I suddenly thought of something and asked Director Wang, Do you know how to draw? Can you draw the appearance of the Mr. Zhao?

      Director Wang shook the white paper and said, Isn't there a picture here? Why do you want me to draw it?"

      I said, I can't see it.

      Director Wang scratched his head: How about this, I will draw the picture for you.

      I nodded and said, That would be great. You can complete the drawing.

      Director Wang found a pen and started writing on the white paper. Of course, the process seems to me to be painting.

      The Director Wang took a long time and his brush strokes were meticulous. I stretched my neck as I waited at the side. About fifteen minutes later, I realized it was a trademark.

      I called after him. What are you drawing?

      Director Wang raised his head, adjusted his glasses and said: I'm drawing a picture.

      I said, Isn't that the same person in the picture? But why did you draw a trademark? What is this?

      Director Wang said, Oh, that. At that time when the photos were taken, Mr. Zhao was drinking a drink. If you look at it now, it's a trademark, but it's not. I'll draw it up later.

      I felt like I was going crazy. I said to Director Wang: Did you not see a living person for a long time? If I asked you to draw a picture of the Mr. Zhao, what drink bottle would you draw? What brand?

      Director Wang said in an aggrieved tone: Didn't you say it? Let me draw it completely.

      I said, Try to sort out the priorities. Draw your face first and let me see if it's him.

      Director Wang agreed, then he started to draw on that face again.

      Before long, the outline appeared, followed by the nose, then the eyes … At this time, I had already confirmed that this person was Mr. Zhao. and it was a young version of the Mr. Zhao.

      I sat on the sofa and let the Director Wang continue drawing. I started to think about something: Could it be that I really have to retrieve the Mr. Zhao's memories? But this Wang fellow had forgotten everything. And … Is there any treasure in this damn place? Could it be the treasure that is Director Wang?

      I will have to ask the Director Wang later to see if there are any treasures here. Although this man looked clumsy on the surface, he was actually quite shrewd. What if he lied to me? What if he didn't want to tell the truth? What if I had to turn a brick into a treasure and take it with me? If Mr. Zhao and Xia Xin knew about it, wouldn't they be overlaughing?

      Sigh. Speaking of Mr. Zhao and Xia Xin, I have not been out for such a long time, I wonder if they would be worried.

      I took out my phone and checked. There was still no signal. But I soon knew one thing. They won't worry. At least Mr. Zhao would not worry, he was famous for being heartless.

      Hmm … Little Tang Wei should be worried, right?

      Just as I thought about it, the Director Wang raised his head and said to me, Comrade Little Hu, I've finished drawing. Come over and take a look.

      I agreed and walked over to Director Wang's desk. It was also a very detailed picture. After all, it was drawn according to the picture. Even if it was just a normal black line, it could still reveal a lot of information.

      I saw this picture in the background of a street. The street was not busy, but neither was it poor. It seemed like they were inside a small city. The city's economy was about the same as the Cypress City's.

      However, Cypress City did not have such streets. I have been in the Cypress City for a long time, so I am already very familiar with it.

      The Mr. Zhao in the picture was very young, around twenty years old. He was wearing a shirt and jeans, and was not too different from the young people in the city.

      If he had to find a difference, it would be that he had a kind of charm to him. This was a type of transcendent feeling. It was contained within the body, but it revealed a little bit of unusualness through the eyes. As I looked at the picture, I had a vague feeling that he was a little above the world.

      I remembered the beauty's words: Your second uncle was pretty good-looking when he was young, barely matching me.

      I couldn't help but sigh as I thought to myself, Looks like that beauty wasn't exaggerating.

      Director Wang at the side looked at me with curiosity: Comrade Xiao Hu, what kind of expression is that? Are you envious or just jealous?

      I waved my hand. Go and look at your documents.

      As expected, Director Wang was sitting behind his desk and looked at the pile of white paper seriously. I am a little suspicious now, he is not alone for too long time, the spirit is out of order, how can there be words on the white paper?

      Hm? Do ghosts have mental illness?

      I shook my head and focused on the photo. The Mr. Zhao on top had a bottle of cola in his left hand and a pancake in his right.

      Then I saw a knife hilt sticking out of his back. I gestured. If the handle is that long, it should be a big knife.

      To be able to carry such a saber across the market, did no one care? Or had someone turned on the green light for him? I looked at the Director Wang. He was frowning as he looked at a piece of white paper. I think this order came from the Director Wang.

      I was about to put the picture down when I noticed another acquaintance.

      Mr. Zhao stood on the street, and there were a lot of people coming and going. To his left, there was a small stall. The stall owner sold tofu brains.

      The tofu boss held a bowl in his hands as he looked at Mr. Zhao, who was eating pancakes with a bitter face, as if he was an abandoned wife.

      I squinted as I looked more closely. The more I looked at him, the more he looked like the Dou Jiang antrum boss that we rescued from the rainy market.

      A buzz sounded in my head: That's right, it must be him. Didn't antrum boss say that? When he was alive, he sold tofu brains.

      Yes, yes. In the rain market, he had said that he felt that the Mr. Zhao was very friendly and that they might get to know each other when they were still alive. It seems like he's not lying, the two of them really do know each other.

      I spun around in excitement. However, the Director Wang came to interrupt my train of thoughts. Comrade Xiao Hu, what action is this? Do you need to pee?

      I waved my hand. Scram.

      My mind was working very quickly. Dou Jiang knows the Mr. Zhao. Then, the place that Dou Jiang lived in, was the place that the Mr. Zhao lived in? Looking at the Mr. Zhao's attitude, he does not seem to be here to travel. That's right, he settled here, if not, he would not be so familiar with Dou Jiang.

      I waved the photo in my hand and asked the Director Wang: Where is this?

      Director Wang was stunned: Here? Isn't this under a well? You came from above, didn't you know? "

      I stamped my foot. No, I'm asking where in this picture? In which city? "

      Director Wang shook his head: I forgot.

      I jumped. You can forget that?

      I patiently said to Director Wang, When you were alive, which district's Prefectural Commander was you from? What city's book? Do you remember that? I estimate that the location of this picture is the same as the one where you work.

      Director Wang clapped his hands, That's right, that's right. That makes sense.

      But he was just excited for a second, and then he said to me with a frown, Well … I forgot.

      CHAPTER 304 - TREASURE

      I said, a little displeased: Director Wang, are you messing with me? Why did you ask what did you forget?

      Director Wang scratched his head, I don't know why, but my memory seems to be alive. The more you try to remember something, the less you remember it.

      Seeing him working hard to remember, I felt too embarrassed to get angry anymore. I sighed and said to Director Wang, It's fine if he doesn't have a single impression.

      The Director Wang said, It's not like I don't have the slightest impression of him. I remember the name of that place.

      I smiled bitterly. What is the name of this country's city? I don't know how many places there are. How long will it take for me to find one photo?

      However, Mr. Zhao was not a dead man, if he had the time, he would run back and forth. Hopefully he could travel quickly in the martial arts world.

      I kept the photo and said to Director Wang, Forget it. Anyway, I know a guy named Dou who seems to know where he lives. I'll check out the guy surnamed Dou first and there'll be no problem. Right, do you know the person selling bean curd? He's not a very important person, you don't need to erase your memories, right?

      Director Wang looked at me, then said: Comrade Xiao Hu, I was the first in charge when I was alive, do you think I would know a person who sells tofu brains?

      I smiled. Don't you even know how to sell vegetables?

      The Director Wang felt a little awkward, pretending to sit on the chair and look at the documents.

      I asked Director Wang, Are Mr. Zhao and I friends?

      Director Wang was stunned: Master Xue? Oh, you mean him. Well, they're friends, good friends."

      I frowned. Good friend? Master Xue made me his accomplice. Mr. Zhao busily helped me remove the curse. Were they really good friends? Was it because they had forgotten everything, that Nagzul was in the wrong to ruin the other party's good fortune, or was it because they were cooperating with each other to deceive me. One sings' Red Face 'while the other sings' Black Face '?

      I shook my head and decided not to think about it. Since he couldn't figure out what was going on, he could only take things one step at a time.

      Director Wang said, I still have some memories about this place. Because we had lost our memories by then. At that time, everyone's life was confused and they often forgot about it.

      I remember that it was March and we were in a meeting. At that meeting, some of my colleagues said I was getting old and suggested that I retire. Of course I was angry, I wanted to be angry, but during the break three people came to see me. It's just the Mr. Zhao, Mister Xue, and the third person.

      Well, that's all I remember. Because I often forgot at that time that the sequelae were not completely cured. I remember the three of them discussing it. The other two people did not seem to agree with Mr. Zhao's plan, but Mr. Zhao convinced them in the end.

      So I was brought here. Mr. Zhao told me that this is his territory and said that this room is built right on the air death line, so its position is very special.

      There is a well under this house. There are countless skeletons in the well. The owners of these skeletons have all suffered great grievances before, but no one has ever bothered with them. They wept in silence at night and did not avenge themselves until their souls were scattered.

      Thus, although their souls have disappeared, their grievances and grievances remain. And what caused all of this was a few decades ago, some people in the Underworld did not do anything and allowed the evil people to do as they pleased. That was why the Nagzul felt guilty. They were most afraid of this kind of place, even if they did not want to come, they would still dare to. If I stay here, I'll make sure no one comes looking for trouble with me.

      I nodded. So this is Mr. Zhao's territory. But I really can't see it.

      Very quickly, Director Wang answered, However, I vaguely remember that Mr. Zhao said that this place would not belong to them very soon. They're giving up these places.

      I asked curiously, Why?

      Director Wang said: I'm also very curious, so I asked him. Although the land here is cheap, it's still a pretty good business, so why don't you just give it up? And from his meaning, any house built on the air crash line is related to him.

      What do you think Mr. Zhao said? He said that he had a pot of steamed buns in front of him. If he wanted to grab the steamed buns in his hand, he would have to throw the buns away first.

      I asked in surprise, What property did they obtain?

      The Director Wang said, He seemed to have told me at that time, but I forgot.

      I stomped my feet. Old comrade, why did you forget about it at such a crucial moment?

      Director Wang had a helpless expression as well, I told you this a long time ago. My memory is as if it's alive. As long as I want to remember something, I can't remember it at all.

      I thought: Maybe this was done by the Mr. Zhao. He doesn't want Director Wang to remember, so Director Wang can't remember.

      The Director Wang continued, At that time, the Mr. Zhao took me around before sending me back. When I got back, I went back to the meeting, and then I put my hands up, and everyone agreed to let me retire, except myself, and criticized me at the meeting.

      When I got home, the more I thought about it, the worse it felt. Think about it, if he stayed in a high position for a long time, could he get used to the lives of commoners? One day when I went to the market to buy vegetables, the hawker actually didn't give me a discount. I fell ill from anger. From then on, my body wasn't in a good condition and I died within a few years.

      I asked in wonder, Just because of this? You don't think so, do you? "

      Director Wang said, Why not? In the past, when our nanny bought vegetables, the peddler always gave us a few more. Now that I've retreated, are you going to treat me like this? Sigh, if I don't compare myself to Old Liu, then he would retire. However, after he retired, he would continue living in the government compound. There would be guards, drivers, and it would be the same as before. What about me? It's more or less the same as being fired.

      I nodded. You came here after you died?

      Director Wang acknowledged: Yes, I came here after I died. He had obtained this place without even realizing it. Then I remembered something and remembered that I had to be a horse and a cow in my next life, so I refused to go out.

      Director Wang sat on the chair and sighed: This place is not bad indeed. Although there is resentment, but without the evil spirits, no one will bully me. Furthermore, the grievances here are very heavy. My soul can slowly absorb them and won't dissipate. Hmm … Nagzul was also unwilling to come, so I could quietly live through the years.

      Director Wang said it well, but outside of his words, I heard a bit of disappointment. After all, hiding here wasn't much different from going to jail.

      I asked the Director Wang, Do you want to go out?

      Director Wang's eyes lit up, but he quickly shook his head and said: I am not going out, what am I going to do? I won't go out.

      I repeated what he had said: You won't go out if I tell you to? Director Wang, you can't possibly not be able to get out, right?

      Director Wang panicked. He asked with a strong tone, Why can't I go out? I am a good friend of the Mr. Zhao. Will he harm me and lock me up?

      I replied smilingly, That may not be the case.

      Director Wang turned red and argued on behalf of Mr. Zhao: Don't slander him.

      I am really touched, I never thought that there would be someone in this world who would speak up for the Mr. Zhao, and even speak with such deep feelings, without the slightest bit of falsehood.

      I coughed and said to Director Wang, I did not slander him. I was only speaking the truth. It was the Mr. Zhao who brought you to this damned place. And after you bring it here? You can't get out. If he didn't lock you up, what did he do?

      The Director Wang stood up angrily and said, It's not like that at all, there's another reason why I'm not going.

      I know it worked. I deliberately looked at him with an expression that said Oh? Is that so?"

      Director Wang said, Of course. Mr. Zhao wanted to bring me here, but the other two people did not agree. But since the Mr. Zhao mentioned another thing, the two of them agreed to it.

      I curiously asked, What is it?

      The Director Wang said, They want me to guard something. This way, I won't have to go out and work hard anymore. That way, things will be safer."

      When I heard this, I immediately understood that this so-called item was such a treasure. I couldn't help but become nervous, my voice trembling. Director Wang, what do they want you to guard?

      To be honest, I'm not greedy, I just... I'm just curious. And this thing is too important to me. Once I have it, I can go back. I can take back the heart of the Little Tang Wei, and I can also let the pregnant woman open the door.

      Who knows? The Director Wang shook his head and said, I don't know what it is.

      I forgot how many times he said he didn't know. I said, a little annoyed, You forgot about it again at the crucial moment?

      Fortunately, Director Wang's reply was no longer the same. I didn't forget, but I can't open that thing, and I can't see it either.

      Suddenly, he turned his head and mysteriously asked: Little Hu Brothers, do you want to take a look?

      I shivered. From Little Hu to Little Hu Brothers, the way they addressed each other was much more amiable. But I felt he was plotting against me.

      I calmed down before asking seriously, You just said that you could have left. Then I couldn't get out. You don't seem to have said why.

      Director Wang was stunned for a moment, and then said somewhat helplessly: Oh, Comrade Xiao Hu is very vigilant. Not bad, not bad at all.

      Well, now that I've gone from brother to comrade, I can relax for a few seconds.

      Director Wang sat back on his chair and said, I really did come and go as I pleased, but I don't want to go out. But this place is in space, and I'm a little lonely.

      One day, I suddenly had an idea. I wanted to see what kind of thing the Mr. Zhao had left behind. I know that this is someone else's private matter and I should not have peeked on them. However, this sort of thought is like a poisonous snake. After taking a bite of me, I was poisoned and was unable to extricate myself."

      Finally, I couldn't hold back and stretched out my hand. And then I got it.

      I nervously asked, What is it?

      Director Wang said, It's in the box. I can't see inside.

      CHAPTER 305 - DIRECTOR WANG'S WISH

      I glared. After all this, you only saw a box?

      Director Wang nodded: Yes.

      I knocked my head. I only saw a box, so why can't you leave?

      Director Wang said mysteriously: Because this box is very strange. When I saw it, it looked very ordinary, just like a small wood box seed. But when I got closer, it felt like a ball of flame.

      I asked the Director Wang, Is the temperature of the box very high?

      The Director Wang nodded and said, It's very high. If we were to take it to the human world, we wouldn't need to burn coal in the winter when we have to.

      I said in wonder, The temperature is so high, and the wood isn't burning?

      Director Wang waved his hand and said, I was only saying that the thing was made of wood. I didn't say that it was made of wood. Hmm … But no matter how I looked at it, it looked like wood. Not only are the wooden patterns again, you can also clearly see the broken parts that were sawed out."

      I dryly laughed and said to the Director Wang, There's still something else? This box is too rough.

      Director Wang nodded in agreement. Yes, it's very rough. I feel like Mr. Zhao made a box and placed the treasure inside. From this, we can see that they were in a hurry at that time.

      When I stood five steps away from the box and felt my whole body warm up, I immediately concluded that this box was not ordinary. So my curiosity was heightened. To be honest, I still had a little greed and wanted to keep the treasure for myself. At least... At least, it was already mine before Mr. Zhao came to look for it.

      To be honest, in such a lonely place, it's easy for people to have all sorts of evil thoughts in their heads. I began to think. Was it gold? No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Was it a letter of appointment? I'm dead, and no matter how big an officer is, it's useless. It would be better if there was someone inside who could help me. Hmm … It would be better if it was a woman, a beautiful woman.

      At this point, Director Wang suddenly turned his head and asked with a smile, Little Hu Brothers, do you know why the old man only wants to find the old lady as his wife?

      I am now quite sure that a ghost who has been locked up in one place for a long time will also go insane. I said patiently, I don't know.

      Director Wang laughed and said, When I was young, I thought that people's aesthetic standards would change with age. Little boys like little girls, young men like young women, men like women, old men like old women. But when I got old, I realized that wasn't true at all.

      No matter how old you are, you still like young and beautiful. However, the younger ones are unwilling to follow them. Thus, they can only take a step back and look for a younger one.

      I nodded, a little embarrassed as I said, Thank you for your guidance.

      Director Wang sighed, At my age, if I was outside, I would have to find an old lady. Although I have some money, I still have a certain status, so I can't let others gossip about me. But here, it doesn't matter. So I was crazy about a woman.

      Then I walked step by step to the box. I picked up the box. That box fell into my hand and rolled around like water.

      I said in surprise, Like water? Isn't it the wood box seed?

      The Director Wang said, This is our fault. It was obviously a wood box seed, but when he held it in his hand, it was like water. It didn't move, but my senses told me that it was moving in my hands.

      Little Hu, I only found out at that time that this ordinary box is truly a treasure. Otherwise, how could it be so magical?

      I nodded.

      Director Wang's gaze became hazy, as if he was lost in his memories. Then, I opened the box. The box was not locked at all. This makes me a little ashamed. Brother Zhao believes in me so much, but I just secretly peeked at his things.

      When I heard the way he addressed me, I immediately asked, Is Brother Zhao younger than you?

      Director Wang said, Brother Zhao is a lot younger than me, but we brothers call each other that.

      I asked again, What does Brother Zhao do?

      Director Wang said, They open a canteen.

      I even suspected that I heard wrongly, and reminded Director Wang, I'm talking about Brother Zhao, someone who can catch ghosts and kill demons. He runs a grocery store?

      Director Wang froze for a moment, then suddenly said dryly: I forgot.

      I sighed and thought, It seems that I won't be able to get anything out of him.

      After a brief moment of silence, Director Wang began to talk about the box again. When I saw that the box was unlocked, I turned around and wanted to leave. Brother Zhao trusted me, but I did such a thing. I am truly ashamed. But curiosity overcame me and I turned back.

      I just took a look and I didn't take his treasure. Besides, so what if I play with the treasure? As long as I don't break it. I've never heard of anyone whose treasure is disposable.

      Then I picked up the box. I opened it. Comrade Little Hu, guess what I saw?

      I said, It's definitely not a beauty.

      Director Wang laughed. You are wrong, I saw a beauty.

      I said, Impossible. You said just now that the box could be placed on the palm of your hand. How can such a small box fit a beauty?

      The Director Wang said, What's strange is that it's here. That woman is clearly only the size of a palm, but after she landed on the ground, she immediately became the size of a real person.

      And this woman is wearing a white shirt and a black skirt. I felt a rush of blood. I asked the beauty, What's your name? My name is Lou, the beauty said. Little Hu Brothers, when I heard the name Lou, I nearly fainted from excitement.

      I heard the Director Wang call me brother again. I am a little curious, if he and Mr. Zhao were brothers, could it be that he has established a deep friendship when discussing this kind of thing?

      I asked the Director Wang, Is the name Little Lou very special? Why are you so excited?"

      Director Wang rubbed his hands together, To be honest, just a few years before I retire. The unit gave me a female secret arts, love to wear a shirt and short skirt, also black and white match, the name is Lou. I used to work at ten in the morning and eat in the cafeteria at eleven.

      But after seeing the house, I couldn't sleep in the morning and arrived at seven o'clock. There's no one else in the unit, just the two of us. I sat at my desk and saw her sorting through her papers. Tsk tsk tsk, what a delightful sight.

      But unfortunately, I have a perverted heart but no perverted guts. Little Hu Brothers, don't laugh. I, Wang, am not a man of honor or a man of honor. I love to take small advantages, but I have never done anything that goes against my conscience. I was just secretly thinking about her, during the day, at night, mainly at night. But it's not illegal for me to think about it, is it?"

      I tried not to laugh and nodded. Not against the law, not against the law.

      The Director Wang said, Later on, I withdrew and never saw Lou again. She became a sore point in my heart. I miss her more.

      At that time, Lou Lan jumped out of the box. If I were to take a closer look, wouldn't she be Lou Lan? I was too busy looking at her to recognize her face. My Brother Zhao is truly a good brother. She knows what I am thinking and this is a gift to me.

      Listening up to here, I am a little doubtful of Director Wang's judgement. Even if Mr. Zhao didn't care, he wouldn't do such a thing right?

      The Director Wang said excitedly, When I saw the small building, I was very embarrassed and my face was a little red. However, Lou Lan was different from before. He was very warm to me. She told me she liked me from the first day. Even though I'm old, I'm well-dressed, graceful, and refined. One look and I can tell that I'm mature and reliable. Now that we have both become ghosts, we no longer need to care about worldly taboos.

      I am delighted. From that day onwards, I have been paired with Lou Cheng. But a long time, I also a little tired, all day facing the same person, not fresh. Who would have thought that after my thought came out, Lou Lan had already left. I couldn't find him no matter how hard I tried."

      "Later I understood, Lou guessed what I was thinking, and she left me. I felt guilty for a while, and then I started thinking about someone else. She is my middle school teacher, because my grades are good, she is very concerned about me, also very care for me. I like her, but I'm

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