I was stunned by my father's words and stared into his eyes, trying to tell if he was joking with me.

The truth is, my father never jokes with people, let alone jokes like this with me.

"You mean that as long as we have children, we must separate, otherwise, Yaru and I, and the children, will die?" I paused word by word, trying to find evidence from every word to prove that his words were ridiculous.

My father did not respond, but just looked at me silently. But I had already seen an absolutely affirmative answer in his eyes.

"Why is this happening?" I couldn't help but feel excited, so I rushed to the counter and asked loudly.

My father replied in a deep voice: "Fate."

"Don't tell me it's false!" I slapped the table with both hands, "I don't care what you're doing outside, but Yaru is my lover. You must explain it to me clearly today!"

My father stared at me for a while, squeezed out the cigarette, opened a drawer, took out a cloth bag as big as a book from it, put it on the counter, and pushed it in front of me with two fingers, "Open it and take a look."

Without saying a word, I pulled open the cloth bag, and there was a half-baked book like a wiping paper, and a small oiled paper bag.

My father lit another cigarette and pointed to the bench opposite with his cigarette holder, "You go and sit down first, read the contents of the book well, and then let's talk about it."

I am not a blind impulsive person, let alone facing a serious father.

After a brief emotional vent, I calmed down for a while, gritted my teeth, picked up the half of the broken book, turned around and walked to the bench and sat down.

After only looking at the first page, I was a little stunned.

There are only eight words written in a brush on it - people's hearts are terrifying, and they are more likely to be punished than ghosts!

Just eight words made me feel indescribable.

Although I was still young at that time, because I didn’t like to talk, I was able to keenly detect some things that many people subconsciously ignored.

Some people call brothers in person and plot against each other; some people have wives like clothes, brothers like hands and feet, and they steal their brothers' clothes on their backs...

"Human hearts are terrifying..." I nodded subconsciously and murmured to read these four words.

I didn't continue reading because, I discovered another detail that surprised me.

This handwriting...

I looked up at my father: "Did you write this sentence?"

The father nodded: "The records on this are all recorded by me. You can read it first, and we will talk about it later."

I didn't say much, but when I read all the content and turned my eyes to my father again, I suddenly felt a strange feeling.

I felt that the man in front of me was very strange, and I just asked him in a 'fashionable' sentence at that time: "You came from Mars, are you?"

What is recorded in the book is actually some methods of catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits, and sometimes it is interspersed with ghost-like patterns that are only seen in Hong Kong ghost movies.

If I can barely accept all these things, then what makes me most difficult to understand, or even feel creepy is the content recorded on the three pieces of paper at the end of the broken book.

All the ones in front of me are catching ghosts and exorcising evil spirits. Although they are evil to me, there is no lack of righteousness between the lines.

The last three pictures are still written in brushes. The handwriting comes from the same person. However, the beginning of each piece makes people feel cold from the cracks of the bones.

These three lines of title-like words are:

——Skin peeling and changing faces;

——Ghost moves corpses, sacrifices to the underworld, the gate of the ghost is opened, and the head is cut off to collect evil;

——Blow the life lamp and cut off the soul!

I froze for a while before barely speaking: "Give me another cigarette."

My father didn't say anything, lit a cigarette, and just like before, he marked it at the counter.

Seeing a lit cigarette suddenly appear between my fingers, and thinking about the content recorded in front of the broken book, my fingers holding the cigarette couldn't help but tremble.

I barely took a sip of cigarettes and asked my father: "This... this way of handing cigarettes seems to be for ghosts to smoke...I..."

"You are not dead." The father shook his head, "I said that ordinary people cannot enter this inn. It is true that I am the boss here, but since you have not yet been involved in yin and yang, you are still ordinary people. I can only bring your soul in."

"Life soul..."

I nodded, and I really admire the old man.

If everything I'm experiencing now is not dreaming, then he has used the simplest method to prove the authenticity of the records in the broken book.

At the same time, I also realized that the reason why I can still maintain "calm" is not because of my strong ability to accept, but when the Yin-Yang Station appeared in front of me out of thin air, I had already used the facts of experience to reverse my usual cognition.

I closed the broken book, looked at my father and asked, "Are you Mr. Yin and Yang?"

The father shook his head: "The real Yin and Yang are mostly to eliminate demons and protect the way. In their opinion, Yin and Yang are as clear as black and white. They will only stand on the side that they think is 'white'. I won't.

So, I am not a Yin-Yang Mr., if I have to give all my professions a title, besides the post station boss, I prefer to call myself Yin-Yang Gong."

I nodded, "Then what do I call you? Boss Xu? Or Xu Yingong?"

The father glared and shouted: "Call dad!"

Although I almost choked by my saliva, my father's throat really relieved my nervousness to a certain extent.

I put the broken book in my hand on the table in front of me, imitated his habitual movements, turned my hand around, and knocked on the pages with the knuckles of my index and middle fingers: "Is this what you gave me? Or is it the same as this station, which will be handed over to the real station boss in the future?"

"Except for the last three pictures, the ones in the front must be handed over to the next official boss word for word."

"The last three pictures..." My eyelids hopped: "The last three pictures don't seem to be a legitimate way."

"It's an evil technique!" My father stared at me for a moment, "It's also the one you'll probably use in the future."

Before I could speak, my father knocked on the counter again, "In fact, all the records in this book are all evil magic for you. Because this is ghost magic, that is, magic that only ghosts can use! You are not a ghost, as long as you use it, you will go against the will of heaven!"

Seeing my father's face solemn, I finally couldn't hold it anymore.

In other words, I surrendered.

Well, I admit, my ability to accept is obviously not as strong as I thought.

I just thought I was self-righteous and rebellious.

But the truth is, when everything returns to the point...

The real point is that I told him now that I was going to get married, but he took me to this ghost place... This seemed like a real ghost place.

Then, we father and son had a conversation like a Buddhist verse...
Chapter completed!