I stayed up like this from noon to afternoon, and then slowly into the evening.

It's late at night.

Until a long-breasted middle-aged man with a somewhat cloudy and confused look came in and handed a copper coin to the shopkeeper.

The waiter still handed out the steamed bread.

The shopkeeper took it drowsily, then subconsciously glanced at the firelight under the table.

Hiss—

Got it!

Seeing this scene, the shopkeeper's eyes suddenly widened and his hands shook like dice. He just stared blankly at the burning copper coins and quietly watched the fire burning toward his fingers bit by bit.

Ning He's sleeves also trembled slightly, it was Lihua who was trembling.

But the petals on both sides were tightly clinging to Ning He's wrist, and he couldn't bear to retract his sleeves. Instead, he looked curiously at the ghost who would leave after taking the bun.

Ning He glanced at the ghost twice, and then at the flames that were about to burn the store owner's fingers.

As Ning He looked, the flames went out silently.

But when the thin boy saw the paper money burning, he took courage and followed Mr. Da's instructions. When the ghost was about to go out, he took two steps forward and threw one end of the rope at the ghost's door.

On clothes.

Finished this.

The ghost seemed to be unaware and still walked outside.

The thin guy looked brave, but in fact he was gasping for air and his heart was pounding after doing this.

When the shopkeeper heard the sound of gasping, he came to his senses, threw down the hot paper money in a panic, and looked at the rope.

The timid man in a long gown did not leave, but huddled in the corner of the shop, tightly holding both ends of the rope, and saw that the wooden windlass slowly rotated at first and slowly came out.
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But then it started to rotate rapidly, and the threads on it became less and less.

It wasn't until half an hour later that a large loop of the rope was missing, about forty miles away, before it completely stopped.

Seeing this scene, the shopkeeper marveled at the magic of this line and was also frightened by the ghost.

The other two waiters looked at Ning He, who seemed to be thinking, and did not dare to speak.

It’s just compared to the fear of store owners and others.

Ning He was thinking about other things.

It was also through the observation just now that Ning He discovered that this ghost could only die in three days.

But the shopkeeper and the two waiters could see him.

Then there are only two possibilities.

Either this ghost had too much resentment before it died.

Or there is a ghost in the body.

Otherwise, soul cultivation must at least reach the realm of Qi training in order to appear in front of others.

And now this recently deceased ghost has a Yin spirit.

The Yin spirit is also equivalent to the spiritual root of the monk, and practicing the Yin evil method can get twice the result with half the effort.

When such a soul reaches the Yin Division, as long as it has not done any great evil during its lifetime, it will most likely become a soul cultivator under the cultivation of the Yin Division priests.

As for why he doesn't leave now, instead he often comes to this wotou shop.

There must be something unfinished.

Ning He was not in a hurry to ask or follow. Instead, he took out Wu Nanji and wrote down today's strange things by the light of the fire.

Perhaps it was Ning He's calm temperament that infected several people in the store.

Or maybe they didn't get a good rest yesterday.

Soon they could no longer resist the growing drowsiness and slowly fell into sleep.

Until the afternoon of the next day.

After finishing their busy work at noon, everyone stopped what they were doing.

Ning He took them to follow the rope and headed outside the county.

On the road, the thin guy was holding the rope while guiding the way.

Ning He also asked another clerk to buy some paper money.

The store owner brought a few freshly baked steamed buns, as well as some wine and food.

They followed their husband's instructions to worship this ghost who had done no evil in his lifetime.

Walking quietly like this.

Everyone crossed the official road and came to a mass grave.

When we got here, the three shopkeepers were walking and talking about the blessings of the gods. We don’t mean to offend.

After thinking about it like this, I arrived in front of a newly buried cemetery.

The string is connected to the tomb and mysteriously penetrates into the soil.

Moreover, the cemetery has no name, and no one offers incense.

There are only nine hardened steamed buns in front of the tomb, all of which were bought from steamed bun shops.

When Ning He saw this scene, he also remembered what the three of them had said yesterday about the dead man outside the village.

This man died in a foreign country and was hastily buried.

But this person has some connection with the store and is from the same hometown.

The store owner is also from a foreign country, so he borrowed some tribute items.

Ning He thought of this and looked ten miles away.

There was an undercover agent walking there with a black umbrella. He must have heard about the haunted money in this county and found out that there was a lonely soul here.

The store owner was a little confused when he placed the tributes, then looked at Ning He and said: "Sir, I know how to bring sacrifices. After all, the deceased comes first. But now I am curious why he came to me..."

"We are in a foreign land, and there is no one to pay homage to us." Ning He pointed to the steamed buns in front of the grave, "He can only find some tributes for himself, and you happen to be his fellow villager."

"Fellow countryman..." When the store owner heard this, he was filled with emotion. He had been away from home for thirty years.

Ning He looked at the store and then at the two clerks who were burning paper, but felt that this might be a fate.

Because when this ghost enters the Yin Division, he cultivates Taoism and becomes a soul cultivator.

The store owner who becomes acquainted with him will be blessed.

But the store owner felt sorry for this lonely soul and felt homesick for a while. He couldn't help but let go of the fear in his heart. Instead, he sighed in front of the tomb: "Brother, although you and I didn't know each other before you were alive, you bought a few steamed buns in my store.

I actually got to know my eldest brother.

My parents often say that knowing each other is fate.

We are fellow countrymen.

Therefore, the brothers will come every year to cook some food for the eldest brother, talk to the eldest brother, and will not leave the eldest brother alone."

The words fell.

He arched his hands toward the tomb.

Unexpectedly, a gust of wind suddenly blew from the distance, and in his surprised expression, a legendary Yinza appeared.

At this time, a burst of smoke also floated out of the tomb, and the lonely soul slowly appeared in front of the tomb.

When he saw Yin Zai, his cloudy eyes gradually became clear. He first gratefully bowed his hands to the store owner, and then followed Yin Zai and left.

Seeing this bizarre scene, the store owner rubbed his eyes vigorously and looked at the two waiters next to him.

But the two waiters saw nothing and were still burning paper money.
Chapter completed!