C129

Chapter 129 - Unapproachable

Just as he closed the back door, that person staggered in.

I glanced at him and gritted my teeth.

It was not a ghost, but a person.

This person had been cut more than ten times, his entire body was covered with blood, at first glance he looked like a blood gourd, so it was impossible to see what he looked like.

"Woof woof woof …"

"Flesh floss!" "Don't scream!" I subconsciously tightened my grip on the bamboo knife in my hand and stopped myself from drinking too much.

Although the blood gourd was heavily injured, there was a cold ruthlessness in its eyes, and it was definitely not a good person.

One of his hands is in his pocket, obviously with a guy in it, and I don't think he can be overpowered by just a handful of bamboo knife.

He looked around, then closed the door and turned off the light.

In the darkness, the man's heavy breathing could be heard.

It took me a while to get used to the darkness. I could vaguely see the blood gourd leaning on the door, looking at me with its pair of cold eyes.

"Brother, as long as you don't make a sound, everything will be fine."

Just as he took a step forward, he coldly asked, "What do you want?"

I walked slowly behind the counter, sat down in the rattan chair, looked at him and said,

"You shouldn't have come here. I still need to do business."

"What the hell are you doing in the middle of the night?"

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a voice from outside asking: "Mr. Xu, I … "May I come in?"

I frowned and shouted, "Wait a minute!"

The blood gourd leaned against the door and listened. With a fierce glint in his eyes, he glared at me and said in a low voice, "Don't think about playing any tricks!"

"Can't you hear what's being said outside?"

"Do you want to die?" The fierceness in the blood gourd's eyes grew.

I coldly laughed. "It seems that your luck is pretty good. If you can't hear his words, you won't die tonight."

"Mr. Xu, can I come in now?" The people outside asked again.

"Wait a little longer!"

I hesitated, stared at the blood gourd, and whispered:

"Hide behind the counter and don't interfere with my business."

He looked at me suspiciously for a moment, then staggered behind the counter, looked at me again, and slowly crouched down.

I struck a match and lit the tallow wax. After thinking for a moment, I took out a piece of rhinoceros' incense and lit it up with a candle flame before inserting it into the incense burner.

Without waiting for further questions, I raised my voice and said, "Come in."

"Who did you let in? "The two girls behind us?" The blood gourd asked sinisterly.

"You can see what kind of place this is. It would be even more miserable if you were to obstruct my business than if you were hacked to death." Feeling a slight pricking pain coming from my waist, I tried my best to remain calm as I said this. However, two beads of sweat had formed in my hands.

What the f * ck was this? Why did such a god of hell suddenly appear out of nowhere?

Hearing me say that, the blood gourd was slightly stunned, and subconsciously looked towards the closed door.

The next second, I heard a gasp.

In the past, I would always remove a door board to facilitate the entry and exit of ghosts, but the blood gourd was obviously avoiding my pursuit and closed the door as soon as I entered.

Thus, I watched helplessly as a figure gradually squeezed through the gap in the door like a piece of paper.

Because they had lit the rhinoceros' incense, the 'blood gourd' that had peeped outside had naturally seen this strange scene as well.

It had to be said that he was quite bold. If it were any ordinary person, they would have shouted out loud long ago.

"Put the knife away and don't make a sound no matter what you see." I whispered as I squinted at the blood gourd.

In his eyes, there was a trace of fear. Without any hesitation, he pulled his hand away from my waist.

I secretly heaved a sigh of relief. This rhinoceros' fragrance wasn't white after all.

Under the flickering candlelight, a forty year old black male ghost stood there respectfully.

"Gas poisoning? Is it suicide or an accident? " I asked as I opened a drawer and took out a triangular amulet. I placed the bamboo knife on the table with my right hand and picked up a vermilion brush.

"It was an accident." The male ghost answered.

"Name, birthdate."

I wrote the name of the male ghost on the triangular symbol. Just as I was about to burn the symbol, the male ghost suddenly said:

"Mr. Xu, can you help me send a message to my wife? I love my wife very much, I miss her very much …"

"No." I interrupted him and said indifferently, "You should understand the principle of Yin and Yang. If you really love your wife, then stop trying to affect her life."

"Sigh …"

Amidst the male ghost's sigh, the Rebirth Rune lit up and slowly burned to ashes in the ashtray.

"Thank you, Mr. Xu." The male ghost bowed to me, then turned and walked out.

I glanced at the blood gourd and said, "I'm not helping you for free."

The male ghost turned its head, and its mouth twitched twice.

I smiled. "You should have been dead for quite some time, so you should have the strength to remove that door for me. "Thank you."

The male ghost's expression relaxed, and quickly took off the door. It nodded at me, then suddenly walked out of the room and disappeared outside.

"So what Mister did was in the yin and yang business. I've offended you, so I'll leave now." The blood gourd said and was about to stand up, struggle for a bit, then fell back down.

"Mr. Xu, can I come in?" A man's voice came from outside the door.

I frowned, signalling the blood gourd not to move, raised my voice and said: "Come in!"

A figure floated in, and seeing his appearance, I couldn't help but gasp a few times. Subconsciously, I grabbed the bamboo knife, and looked at the person beside me in the blink of an eye.

It was actually another 'blood gourd' that came in from the outside!

"Mr. Xu, my death was very unfair." The blood gourd that came in later said with a tearful voice.

As soon as he spoke, my heart relaxed.

This guy and the blood gourd in the front were both wearing black suits, they were about the same height, and their bodies were all bloody. I had been so nervous that I couldn't tell they were two people.

When I looked carefully at this person's appearance, I realized that he was much younger than the 'blood gourd'. Furthermore, he was facing my side, and his head was twisted to the side, as though he couldn't put it right.

"Say something …"

I felt uncomfortable listening to this bloody ghost in front of me.

"Sir, I'm from Korea …"

Just as the ghost said this, I almost jumped up from my chair, "You're Li Qingyuan?!"

No wonder his head was crooked. He didn't think that this fellow was the same Gao Li's staff that was thrown down from the suspension after his neck was broken.

He had fallen with the floodlights, and he had broken glass all over his body, so it was no wonder that he was wounded after he became a ghost.

I was about to ask who had killed him when I heard footsteps outside.

A man shouted at the top of his lungs, "Boss, there's blood here!"

A few big men walked in aggressively with machetes in hand.

I rolled my eyes and made a 'don't be impatient' gesture towards the blood gourd under the counter.

The big men rushed in, first startled, then shrugging their noses at the same time.

In the next second, they all looked at Li Qingyuan, and unconsciously revealed terrified expressions.

A fatty with a fierce-looking face stared at Li Qingyuan for a while. Then he suddenly took a deep breath. It's not him! "

"Did you find him?"

A middle-aged man with a pair of long, narrow eyes walked into the room.

Fatty turned around and whispered, "No …"

His voice was so low that I didn't catch the name he said.

The middle aged man looked at Li Qingyuan, touched his nose and looked at me.

I looked into his eyes and said slowly,

"This is not a place that you should come to. Let's go."

The fatty frowned and took a step forward. He pointed his machete at me and cursed, "Damn it! I haven't even asked you a question, what are you farting about!"

"Pit, don't be presumptuous!" The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

He pointed at Li Qingyuan, and asked me: "How did this little brother get so injured? And why do you open a shop in the middle of the night? "

I crooked my finger at him, picked up the cinnabar pen, and wrote two words on a piece of paper.

The middle-aged man suspiciously stepped forward and lowered his head to look at the paper under the light. His face couldn't help but change.

Turning his head to look at the ground, he felt a chill run down his spine.

"Let's go!"

As soon as the word "go" came out of his mouth, he had already rushed out of the door.

The next second, an alarmed cry came from outside the door, "Let's go! Pit, run! "

The fatty, who was called Pit, looked at me in confusion. He turned around and called for a few people to follow me.

Then, he heard a series of screams coming from outside the door …

I lit up a cigarette, lightly took a puff, and muttered: "Year 15, back street 31, don't let strangers near … …"