Chapter 0017: A lot of trouble
After a good meal and a good drink.
Wang Cuzi left with his hands full, feeling satisfied.
It was still early, so I didn't go home immediately. Instead, I took a taxi to Yunhui Yayuan.
With the talisman in hand, I decided to go to Sister Hong's house and try again tonight.
However, when he arrived at the gate of the community, he was stopped by the security guard and was not allowed to enter.
The security guard who was on duty tonight was the one who chased me away this morning. He recognized me at a glance. Seeing me entering the community again and again, he probably thought I was a criminal and asked the other security guards to remember my appearance.
It is impossible to enter Yunhui Yayuan in a short period of time. I can only give up temporarily and look for an opportunity later.
The only good thing is that I can finally sleep well tonight.
After two nights of tossing and turning, not getting enough rest during the day, and having drunk some wine, I fell asleep almost as soon as my head touched the pillow.
I didn't even have a dream. I was suddenly awakened by a loud bang in the middle of the night.
But the sound only lasted for a moment, like someone set off a firecracker at my door, and then everything was quiet again.
I listened for a while, but there was no sound, and I continued to sleep in a daze.
Wake up in the morning feeling refreshed.
I followed the example of the Taoists and sat cross-legged on the bed with my eyes closed, practicing the art of observing qi with my third eye. I didn't go out to look for food until my stomach started to growl.
I opened the rolling door and stepped out. I felt like I was stepping on something wet. I looked down and was shocked.
My foot just stepped on a pool of dark red blood!
Although the blood had coagulated, it had not completely dried up. It was obvious that it had been spilled here not too long ago, and it still emitted a faint fishy smell.
I moved my feet away in disgust, and I noticed blood dripping and extending in one direction. I looked in that direction and my heart suddenly started beating hard.
That’s the direction of the Eight Immortals Baozi Shop!
Besides that weird and scary old man, who else is there in the bun shop ?
What happened last night?
I thought of that loud bang like a cannon.
After a moment of stunned silence, I suddenly had an idea and opened the golden brocade bag. Sure enough, I found that the talisman inside had turned to ashes.
so close!
If I hadn't gotten the talisman yesterday, I would have been the one bleeding!
A chill rose in my heart.
It was already past eight in the morning, and people were coming and going in the urban village, and another noisy and hard day had begun.
The crowd gave me some sense of security. I lit a cigarette, calmed myself down, and then slowly walked along the bloodstains towards the Eight Immortals Bun Shop.
The dripping blood gradually became less and less, until only two or three scattered drops were left, and finally disappeared at the entrance of the Eight Immortals Baozi Shop.
The dilapidated door was tightly closed and the whole house was lifeless.
Standing on the road, I had a strange feeling, as if there was a pair of cloudy eyes in the bun shop, staring at me through the door...
I left quickly, feeling cold all over.
There is still no clue about Sister Hong’s matter, and the old man has started to retaliate against me again. One problem after another has not yet been solved.
The ghost story live broadcast room caused a lot of trouble!
I don’t know how badly the old man is injured, but he is definitely not dead. I don’t know when he will attack me again.
We all live in the same place, so it's hard to guard against us.
After thinking for a long time, I decided that I couldn't just sit there and wait for death, I had to find a way to solve this problem first. At the very least, I had to make sure that the old man was no longer a threat to me.
The old man doesn't open the door during the day, and there are many people in the urban village. If I rush in rashly, it will definitely cause some unnecessary misunderstandings.
We can only do it at night. It's too dangerous to go alone. I need to find someone to help me.
After breakfast, I started looking for Wang Quezi on the streets again. I searched the places he often went to several times, but I didn't see him.
Well, it just so happens that I disappeared again.
When I make money in the future, I will definitely give him a mobile phone first!
In the afternoon, I received a call from Han Wenshan. As expected, he found a paper figure with his birth date and eight characters written on it in the pillow, and he had burned it as I asked.
He should be happy after surviving the disaster, but I couldn't hear any happiness in his tone. Instead, he sounded exhausted.
But I didn’t want to meddle in other people’s business, so I just said a few words of congratulations and hung up the phone.
Not long after, I received a text message from the bank on my mobile phone.
One hundred thousand has arrived!
This figure is a bit shabby for the richest man in the Han family. No matter who Han Wenshan is in the Han family, one hundred thousand yuan is worth buying back a life.
But I don’t care about it. For me, one hundred thousand is a huge sum of money.
At least I have no worries about food and clothing this year, and I can concentrate on dealing with the things in the ghost story live broadcast room.
Late at night, the urban village fell into a deep sleep.
This old two-story building at the edge of the street, huddled under the gloomy sky, looks even more eerie.
When the wind blew, the signboard with the vaguely visible large characters of "Eight Immortals Baozi Shop" began to sway precariously.
The blackened door was tightly closed, not a single light came through the gaps between the door and windows, and there was no sound in the entire house, as if it were dead.
Taking advantage of the night, I quietly slipped out from the dark corner opposite, went around the main entrance of the Eight Immortals Bun Shop, and came to the alley behind the kitchen.
He picked up a stone from the ground and threw it at the greasy window.
Snap!
After waiting for a while, there was no movement in the bun shop.
I then tiptoed over and pushed the window tentatively.
