There are always people who want to eat me

Chapter 50

5 yuan.

Saying more is not too much, and saying less is not too little.

I don't know how many [-] yuan Yu Huang's blood can be, but the question is, where can he find a rich monster who is willing to buy his blood? !

After looking at Wang Heping for a while, Wang Heping softened first, and was about to take a step back when he saw someone walking in from outside.

The leader was dressed in black and looked like a social elite, but wearing white on his body showed that someone in the family had died.He walked into Wang Heping's small shop, looked around, frowned and said, "I bought everything in the shop, how much?"

"Ah?" Wang Heping was stunned for a moment, and after he realized the reaction, he immediately took out a calculator from under the counter and calculated carefully, and quoted the price: "12."

The man nodded and asked, "Can I swipe my card?"

Wang Heping smiled and said, "You see, our place is so small, where can we get a POS machine?"

"Then pay in cash." The man turned his head and told the people behind him, and within a few minutes he came over with a small bag and handed the money to Wang Heping.

Wang Heping counted them carefully one by one, and after confirming that they were correct, he was completely dumbfounded.

It was the first time he encountered such a large business, and he actually bought all his family's stuff!It's really evil, judging by the way these people are dressed, it doesn't look like they would go to a small place like him to buy white things.While making paper money for them, he asked, "Bosses, Wanhetang is across the street, why don't you buy there?"

"The boss of Wanhetang asked us to come." The man explained impatiently, "The old man's funeral requires a lot of paper money, and they don't have enough."

"Coincidentally, why is it not enough?" Wang Heping said unexpectedly, "Isn't Wanhetang known as the largest shroud store in X city?"

"Just tie it up, why is there so much nonsense?" The man answered the phone and asked Wang Heping, "The boss over there said that there is a lack of a guard for the mourning hall. You are a person who works in this field. 500 yuan for one night in the mourning hall, will you come?"

Wang Heping's eyes lit up immediately, and he nodded quickly: "Come, come, of course."

After he packed up the things, the other party sent all the things to the car without his help. The whole house was like being ransacked, with dust and paper scraps all over the floor.

Yu Huang took the opportunity to ask: "Hey, you've made such a big deal, aren't you in a good mood? Give us a discount?"

"Go, go." Wang Heping said while counting the money, "With money, who will do your business? Give me 100 million——I have to think about it."

Yu Huang: "..."

Wang Heping said in a rough voice: "I'm going to lock the door, are you still going out? If you don't go out, I will call the police."

Yu Huang and Guan Zong were kicked out by Wang Heping. Wang Heping pulled the iron gate, locked it and got into the car of those big bosses.

Yu Huang's right eyelid twitched, and he stretched out his hand to grab a chicken feather in the air. The feather twirled for a while and landed on Yu Huang's palm, pointing in the direction the car was leaving.

Yu Huang said in surprise, "It's the news about that little monster."

Guan Zongdao: "Follow me and have a look."

The Mercedes-Benz drove all the way to the front, but the speed in the community was not fast, and it stopped in front of another shroud shop not long after turning the corner.

Compared with the shroud shop opened by Wang Heping, this shroud shop is more ostentatious. There are two Buddha statues on the left and one right at the door, which are still golden. There are great compassion mantras in the shop. Props for funerals are placed.

The man standing at the door was handsome, with a straight back, wearing a black Chinese tunic suit, about 40 years old, with a goatee, and squinted eyes. When he saw them, he smiled slightly and greeted them: " Recently, the yin and qi in the yang world are uncertain, there are many funerals, and it coincides with the Chinese New Year, so the supply is insufficient, so I am troublesome."

When Wang Heping saw that person, he curled his lips in disdain, and immediately put on a dog-legged look on his face, saying: "Zhang Daxian, I haven't seen you for a few months, and you are still so immortal."

Zhang Daxian waved his hand and said: "It's no younger than you guys. Previously, Bigu was more than one month old and lost a lot of weight."

Posing old liar.Wang Heping cursed in his heart.

There was a dark group of people in the shop, the men were sad, with their heads bowed, and the women were crying and crying together, all talking about the good things about the old man during his lifetime.

The coffin of the old man is being placed in the store. It has just been brought back from the hospital. It is made of high-quality golden nanmu. Before the coffin is closed, a thin cloth is placed on the corpse. There is a folk saying that it is to prevent the corpse from resentment. They are piled up in the coffin, and the coffin can only be closed after the family members clean their faces with cotton balls in the mourning hall.

Wang Heping helped eight men in their family carry the coffin out of Wanhetang and put the coffin on the hearse.

There were three other cars following the hearse, all of which were black Mercedes-Benz. A mother and son got into the last Mercedes-Benz, which was the person Yu Huang was looking for.

It really takes no effort to break through the iron shoes and find nowhere.

Yu Huang and Guan Zong quickly followed.

The car drove west all the way, and arrived at a famous villa area in X City.

The family's villa is built halfway up the mountain, with a round front and a rear, where the wind gathers energy and the feng shui is excellent.

The hall in the villa has been set up to look like a mourning hall. The portrait of the old man hangs on the wall, with a serious expression and sharp eyes. It seems that he was a rather difficult person to get along with when he was alive.

After Zhang Daxian entered the house, he said to their family: "It's too angry to leak out, everyone should not leave until the poor Taoist saves your father, just overnight."

Yu Huang and Guan Zong entered their villa area through the security loophole on the side, but their villa was not very easy to enter. Just thinking about whether they could sneak in while they had many relatives and were immersed in sadness, Guan Zong The phone rang.

Wang Heping said tremblingly, "This, this gentleman, are you still in X City?"

"Yes." Guan Zong said.

Wang Heping said: "You can find any spirit you want, I want to ask you to save, save my life."

Guan Zong glanced at the yard full of wreaths, and said, "I'm at the gate of the villa."

Wang Heping hurriedly said: "Then you wait, wait!"

Not long after, the door of the villa opened, Wang Heping ran out all the way, pulled Yu Huang and Guan Zong and said to the security guard: "These two are my friends, they came to guard the spirit with me, they look familiar."

When Wang Heping brought them into the house, he said, "Thanks to you, I really shouldn't be greedy for the 500 yuan!"

"What's the matter?" Yu Huang asked curiously. He didn't know what happened. Wang Heping just said "I'm your uncle", but now he is as cowardly as a son.

"This dead old man will definitely rise up in the middle of the night, and the ghost will definitely become a ghost!"

"How do you say that?" Yu Huang looked at Wang Heping in surprise, "Why are you so sure? I heard from their family members that this old man lived a long life, and this is a happy funeral!"

"What joy and mourning!" Wang Heping curled his lips, "Just now there were golden cicadas and golden Buddhas suppressing me in the store. I didn't pay attention to it. Once it was delivered here, as soon as I entered the door, the ghost of the old man was about to come out of his corpse. He rushed out!" He paused, then lowered his voice and said, "That fairy Zhang Daxian is actually a charlatan, and he can do better than the serious ones like us with his mouth. Don't you hate it? Hateful? I heard that he can earn this amount a month, what about you? Do you have any?" As he spoke, Wang Heping put his index fingers together and made a "ten" sign.

After Wang Heping finished speaking, he became anxious again. He walked up and down there rubbing his hands, and said, "There are also those descendants of his family, and none of them are normal. Have you seen that little boy? He is wearing black and blue plaid, what?" It’s still a person? It’s clearly a little monster! They still won’t let you go, damn it, the guards are so strict, you can’t even slip away.”

Yu Huang and Guan Zong looked at each other, and Yu Huang said with a serious face: "It's okay to ask us to help you, but you have to keep your word and help us find the weapon spirit."

"Small things, these are all small things! Ancestor, please help me, if I can survive tonight, I will put up a golden Buddha offering in the store tomorrow—"

Before Wang Heping could speak, his face suddenly changed, and he looked behind Yu Huang in horror.

When Yu Huang turned his head, he saw the little monster standing there looking at him stupidly, then grinned suddenly, and rushed towards Yu Huang.

Guan Zong stepped forward, and before the little monster touched Yu Huang, he directly grabbed the little monster's head and grabbed him.

The little monster was in pain, and let out a grunt from its throat, then screamed in shock, and began to cry loudly.

Guan Zong frowned, and squeezed his palms tightly, but the little monster seemed to be unable to feel Guan Zong's warning, the more he felt the pain, the more he cried.

The woman hurried over, snatched the little boy from Guan Zong's hands, hugged him and looked at him nervously, she glared at Guan Zong: "What are you doing?"

"He's a monster."

The woman's face changed, and then she scolded with a trembling voice: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"

Guan Zong: "..."

"Mom—it hurts so much, I hurt so much—" the little boy cried out.

The woman touched his head, picked up the little boy and hurried to the side.

Yu Huang asked: "She seems to know that her child is a monster, why does she keep a monster by her side?"

"Who knows." Wang Heping said along with the fun, "Maybe the child is dead and can raise something to find some psychological comfort?"

Yu Huang: "...If you keep a cat or a dog, your reason is quite convincing."

Generally speaking, after the family cleanses the face, seven descendants must be nailed to seal the coffin, but according to what that bullshit Zhang Daxian said, the old man is happy to mourn, and the corpse has to be left outside overnight to absorb the essence before being reborn into a good family in the next life. Out of respect for the corpse, he did not seal the coffin for the time being. He took a layer of red cloth embroidered with dragons and phoenixes to cover his body, and put a high pillow under his head.

In the evening, the person who recited the scriptures was not Zhang Daxian, but Wang Heping and Zhang Daxian's two young apprentices.

Guan Zong and Yu Huang naturally stayed in the mourning hall in order to accompany Wang Heping.

The rest of the family lived on the third floor, leaving the second floor for the ghost of the old man to "move his body".

The five people stared at each other for a while, Zhang Daxian's two young apprentices kept a straight face like his master's, and said: "Let's go out to chant scriptures for the old man, you stay in the mourning hall, the incense will not be broken, you know Yet?"

Wang Heping gritted his teeth and nodded. After those two people left, Wang Heping couldn't help but yelled: "What kind of rubbish is it? Let me do this kind of dirty work for grandpa, I'm shit!"

Guan Zong walked to the old man's coffin expressionlessly, and directly lifted off the cloth covering his face.

A gust of cloudy wind blew by, and the wind came from nowhere in the mourning hall with the doors and windows tightly closed. The mist of incense sticks swayed and twisted, showing an extremely unusual appearance.