Gravekeeper

Chu Qing stood in front of the door, still smiling as he watched the roar of the engine go away.

He did nothing from beginning to end, but turned around and glanced at Fang Ping who was still furious, then smiled:

"Okay, is it necessary to be so angry?"

Fang Ping was stunned and looked at Chu Qing:

"Chu Qing, this son of a bitch is so mean to you, aren't you angry? Fuck, he wants me to be a dog for that little money? Don't use that dog brain to think about it, what can't I do to survive in this day and age? Can I starve to death if I lack his little money?"

Chu Qing smiled and opened the door of the guard room. Fang Ping looked at the appearance of this buddy, and was very angry but had no choice but to walk in directly.

Chu Qing, on the other hand, did not follow Fang Ping, but continued to speak towards an empty space not far away:

"Don't worry, he has an interesting thing on him, and I'll let you eat it to your heart's content when I have the chance."

Fang Ping, who returned to the house, looked at Chu Qing suspiciously: "Why are you in a hurry? What's the chance? What to eat? I'm so angry."

Chu Qing did not answer, but glanced at this guy.

Not to mention, he was quite satisfied with this guy's reaction.

Although Chu Qing rarely foolishly tests human nature, but at present, this buddy is still pretty good.

It's a pity that he died in the early stage of the ghost plague in his previous life.

Thinking of this, Chu Qing threw the 10,000 yuan on the table, took out a few bills from it, and looked at Fang Ping:

"Fang Ping, I'm going to teach you a skill. Give me your ID card."

"What?"

Fang Ping was stunned, but still did it obediently.

Then, he stared at Chu Qing in amazement as he folded the red banknote in his hand into a paper man in a few strokes.

The paper man had arms, hands, feet, and a head. Fang Ping was even stunned when Chu Qing took out the watercolor pen to draw.

He even felt that this origami man was himself!

Because he had seen that Chu Qing actually wrote his birth date on the paper figure and handed it to him:

"Keep this thing close to you. Throw it out when you encounter any danger, or light it directly for better effect. Then come to me directly to correct it."

Fang Ping took the thing in a daze, and then took a look at the dilapidated store that was also a guard room and sold incense, candles, and paper figures in circles. He was stunned and said:

"Good guy, you really want to specialize in this business?"

Chu Qing ignored him, but continued to pick up a banknote and looked at the other party:

"Stop talking nonsense, learn from me, I have limited time, and I have to go out soon."

"Oh, oh. But Chu Qing, can we change a piece of paper? Isn't it too wasteful to fold paper with money?"

Fang Ping felt a little regretful, and his eyes were a little strange. He was now thinking about whether to call the mental hospital.

Chu Qing didn't even raise his head:

"Don't worry too much about these things, and don't worry about what Lin Heng just said.

Just remember that the things he relies on, and even the person himself, have no meaning to me except for the identity of 'human' itself..."

Fang Ping's talent is still good.

After half an hour, under Chu Qing's hand-in-hand guidance, he has folded a decent paper man.

Chu Qing nodded with satisfaction:

"Okay, get familiar with it. When you get home, don't do anything but fold these things. By the way, send me An Ruoxue's WeChat later."

Looking at the pile of paper figures with banknotes in his hand, Fang Ping finally couldn't help it:

"Qingzi, are you really okay? You saw that bitch An Ruoxue, we are not worth it."

Looking at Fang Ping with a worried face, Chu Qing smiled and said, "What are you thinking about? I just gave her the money back."

"Oh, then you can't talk about it. What's the point of folding these things? We want to become bigger and stronger and monopolize the funeral market in Luocheng together?" Fang Ping pinched the paper figures in his hand painfully.

Chu Qing thought for a moment, then put his arm around the latter's shoulders, and whispered in a very gloomy tone:

"This thing can exorcise ghosts. Lin Heng has a ghost, and I guess all of his family have ghosts!"

After that, Chu Qing took the lead and walked out of the guard room, leaving Fang Ping alone, looking at the gloomy room, and then shuddered.

Looking at Chu Qing's back as he turned and left, he put the paper man in his arms, and then hurriedly ran out, shouting as he ran:

"Qingzi, I know a good mental hospital, do you want me to contact it for you?"

"Get lost."

...

After watching Fang Ping get on a taxi and leave, Chu Qing also got on another taxi that he had called home.

Before going to deal with the 'tomb ghost' that Ding Xie had regretted countless times, he really had to go and see what the Lin family was like.

He wanted to kill Lin Heng in 10,000 ways, and there was also a way to avoid trouble. It was very simple, just let him appear in the video, and let the faceless ghost kill him in the surveillance.

The reason why he was spared was,

because the Yin Qi on Lin Heng was even more intense than the one left in the Beishan Cemetery before!

The most important thing was that Chu Qing smelled a familiar smell on him.

A familiar smell that made him difficult to control his hands after so many years, and he could only suppress the excitement in his heart with a smile!

It was a smell of metal oxidation.

Commonly known as: copper smell.

An Ruoxue didn't have anything on her body, but the smell on Lin Heng was extremely strong.

In the last life, there was a special existence who had a special thing in his hand.

Regardless of how that thing was, the existence who controlled that thing was much more famous than the Blood Eye Dragon King! In terms of strength, it was not easy to tell who was stronger and who was weaker.

However, the Blood-Eyed Dragon King was only domineering in Dragon Country, and was a truly materialized ghost and god overlord, but that thing could almost be famous in the whole world.

And the smell on Lin Heng came from a treasure in the hands of that being.

But, was this thing also born in Luocheng?

No, maybe it was just one piece of the puzzle! Or maybe he was thinking wrong?

But no matter what, he had to find out.

Thinking of this, Chu Qing's eyes showed a glimmer, and he sat in the taxi and sent a friend request to An Ruoxue directly.

About ten minutes later, the friend request was finally approved.

An Ruoxue didn't send anything, just a red heart-shaped pattern, as if everything was unspoken.