After a while, the guy brought a few plates of side dishes, scalded half a pot of wine, and placed it on the table.

Chen Fusheng raised his chopsticks and tasted it a few bites, thinking that Cai Genji's business was so good, and several special dishes were indeed well-deserved.

The hot wine is also the old wine of Huaijing in Baoqi Town. Chen Fusheng sips half a cup of it and thinks it is pure and continuous, and it is indeed a good wine. It has a little stamina and cannot be greedy for it.

While drinking, he listened to the conversation around him, looked up at the voracious Snooker Dog, and couldn't help but smile:

"Do you eat delicious?"

Xiaotian Dog shook her head, and said vaguely:

"Master, I loved eating raw meat before my lifetime. I couldn't get used to these cooked foods. Now I am in the body of the Netherworld, so I naturally vomit whatever I eat and vomit. I can only do it so as not to make people suspicious."

Chen Fusheng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, feeling that this dog demon had actually made progress after he died once.

The Xiaotian Dog applied thick powder to her face, covering her pale and colorless dead face. She also made up her own makeup slightly. Although she still had a fierce look, she was indeed no different from ordinary people.

The top ten factions in the cultivation world, Changmen, Hunter and Thieves, are the three sects that are best at disguising and disguising, and even have their own unique ways.

Chen Fusheng stopped talking and continued to listen to the conversations of the restaurant customers.

Teahouses, wine shops and other places in the world are also the easiest places to inquire about information.

After a moment of this, Chen Fusheng suddenly had his ears slammed and finally heard what he wanted to hear the most.

On the table several tables far away, two rich men sat. They looked like rich squires, and the wine and food on the table in front of them were also rich.

A middle-aged man with a round face and big ears looked kind. Another middle-aged man looked bitter and frowning, and said in a low voice about his experience.

"... Qiu didn't want to bother Brother Zhang to listen to my nagging more often, but he was really depressed and had no way to tell... Alas, I haven't been home to sleep for more than ten days, and every time I think about it, I feel scared."

Brother Zhang, with a round face and big ears, whispered:

"What did you find after you reported to the official that night?"

The frowning official Qiu shook his head:

"I have not discovered anything. Instead, I was scolded by those officials, saying that I lied to the murder case and was careful to sue myself... Alas, this matter is strange and bloody, and I am indeed the only one who saw it, so I really have nowhere to talk about it..."

Brother Zhang whispered carefully again:

"Tell me again, a friend of mine knows the method of exorcising evil spirits. After I go back, I will tell him what you are doing and ask him to do a ritual for your family."

Mr. Qiu also lowered his voice:

"Then I would like to thank Brother Zhang for your righteousness! I couldn't explain this clearly before, so I should say more details so that I can let Brother Zhang lead the conversation for me..."

The two of them talked and whispered the reason for the incident.

Chen Fusheng listened attentively while drinking a small wine.

After a while, Chen Fusheng also understood the incident briefly.

"It's interesting. It's probably related to ghosts..."

Chen Fusheng nodded secretly.

It turned out that Mr. Qiu was a big businessman in Wuzhou City. Because his wife died early and saw things and missed others, he left most of his wealth to his descendants. He returned to his hometown in Baoqi Town alone and lived his old age alone.

Mr. Qiu didn't love wine, sex, wealth and energy, but he had the hobby of making clay people when he was young. Since returning home and living alone, he has been enjoying himself every day and talking about clay people for entertainment.

In more than a year, there were many handmade clay figures in the warehouse at home. Sometimes Mr. Qiu couldn't sleep, so he would appreciate the decoration with his lamp, which became a habit.

Suddenly one day, Mr. Qiu got up at night as usual, lighted the lights and went into the warehouse to think about the new clay man.

Unexpectedly, I encountered a terrifying and terrifying thing!

It was originally a doll made up by Niba, but it turned into bloody remains of corpses. The entire warehouse was filled with blood and tragic!

At that time, Mr. Qiu was so scared that he ran away and hurried back to the bedroom to sleep with his head covered.

"...Oh, Brother Zhang doesn't know anything. I drank some wine that day and thought it was because I was drunk and had hallucinations, so I just wanted to have a big sleep..."

"How could I know...but what I saw was not hallucinations, but real!"

Mr. Qiu trembled and swallowed his saliva hard, and whispered:

"Even if I cover my head and close my eyes, I can still see... The bedside and end of the bed are filled with clay men with broken hands and broken heads. They cried and cried, saying that it was the clay men I had crushed before. Because they were abandoned, they came to vent their hatred and seek their lives!"

Brother Zhang also shivered when he heard this and asked in a low voice:

"How can there be a reason for clay people to become living people in the world? What's more, they have to cut off their hands and heads..."

"Yes! I thought so too..."

Mr. Qiu swallowed his saliva and said:

"I was already scared and woke up early in the morning...wake up...what do you think I saw? The ground was covered with blood, really blood, and broken hands and fingers, hair, eyes..."

"Ouch!!" Brother Zhang was so scared that he shivered.

"It's all true... it's all true..." Mr. Qiu's face turned pale and lowered his voice even more, "I... how can I report to the official? How can I explain it clearly? I had to grit my teeth and dig a hole, and buried it all clean..."

"From that day, I locked the warehouse and never dared to make clay men again."

"After this incident, it was indeed calm and there was nothing terrible. Later I wondered, did I see it wrong?"

When Mr. Qiu said this, his expression was decadent, "I deserve to die, my hands are cheap! I still couldn't help but secretly opened the warehouse to check..."

"Look, what do you see..." Brother Zhang couldn't help asking.

"That day was pretty good, everything was normal. The clay people in the warehouse were all mud, not living people. I thought at the time, could it be that I really misread?"

"When things were gone, there was no danger. I felt itchy for a moment, so I started to squeezing clay men and entertain myself... Alas, it was also unlucky! More than ten days ago, I lit the lights and went into the warehouse again, and saw broken hands and limbs all over the room, bloody everywhere..."

Mr. Qiu said, his head was almost buried in the table, and he said tremblingly:

"I was so scared that I wet my pants on the spot and ran away in a hurry... I didn't dare to go back to the room to sleep, so I mustered up the courage to report to the official..."

"But after the official arrived, the warehouse was normal again. The clay man was still a clay man, and there was no blood...."

"After being scolded, I went back to my room to sleep... I woke up in the middle of the night and saw a large group of living people with broken hands and heads, covered in blood, crying in front of the bed, asking me to pay my life..."

"You said, Brother Zhang, how can you bear this!"

Mr. Qiu said, almost crying, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I fainted again that night. I woke up early in the morning and had blood on the ground... but fortunately, I didn't have any fingers, eyes or other things..."

"Blood is real blood! It's not false! I took water and rushed to the bedroom, and I didn't dare to return home from now on. I stayed in the outer inn every day..."

After hearing this, Brother Zhang kept sucking cold air, and then whispered for a while:

"Don't you ever return home? This is not a solution..."

Mr. Qiu cried and said in a silence:

"You can't go back if you have a home! Brother Zhang, if you are me, would you dare to go back?"

"I dare not!" Brother Zhang shook his head with grievance.

"Oh...what should I do this!" Mr. Qiu frowned and sighed.

Brother Zhang comforted him a few words, but suddenly saw the hexagram banner behind Chen Fusheng and couldn't help but remind him:

"Brother Qiu, why don't you go and calculate a fortune first? Ask for good or bad luck?"

Mr. Qiu looked up at the hexagram banner, sighed dejectedly, and shook his head and said:

"I have calculated many times... they are all deceiving people and money! Besides, this little Taoist priest has no hair on his lips, how much can he have? He is a scam!"

"Now, there are many inexplicable Taoist monks and monks in Baoqi Town. I don't think a good person..."

The Xiaotian dog sitting opposite Chen Fusheng was eating vegetables, with sharp ears and eyes, and when he heard this, he suddenly became fierce, his eyebrows raised, and he shouted:

"Those who suffer from plague dare to scold my head..."

The words have not ended.

Chen Fusheng stared at it and signaled to be calm.

Xiaotian Dog immediately lowered her head embarrassedly and endured the breath back.

Brother Zhang, who was on the other side, was speechless after hearing Mr. Qiu’s complaints, and had to nod and said:

"Then I will only ask my friend after I go back and ask him to go to your house to do a ritual and see if this can be resolved."

"Thank you, Brother Zhang! If this matter can be resolved, I will thank you very much!" Mr. Qiu quickly persuaded him to drink, his words full of expectations.

Chen Fusheng listened quietly to the story of Qiu and Zhang, without any expression, just eating vegetables and drinking on his own, as if he had never heard of it.

After a while, Qiu and Zhang had no intention of staying for a long time and checked in and left the store.

"My man, check out!"

Chen Fusheng patted the table and left half of the silver ingot.

Then he carried the hexagram banner and iron sword, took the Xiaotian dog, and followed Mr. Qiu away.

It's about to walk to a remote corner of the street.

Chen Fusheng speeded up his pace and had already come to Mr. Qiu and said with a tribute:

"Mr. Qiu, the little Taoist priest is polite. I will give you a divination, would you like to listen?"
To be continued...