Yin quotient

Chapter 18

"What? Why is Master Zhu Dazhai come to sit here when you have time?" The eagle was leaning against the wall with his hands tied.

"Don't talk nonsense, come out with me quickly, or I will kill you." Zhu Jingrong hasn't fallen asleep since he finished shooting the eagle that day.

First, I dreamed that the biggest old tree in the village ran away by itself, but I was woken up by my brothers in the middle of the night to take a look.Damn, it's really gone without a trace.

There was such a big hole in the middle of the stockade, and the surrounding houses were not damaged at all.If one of the watchmen hadn't actually gone to pee under the tree, they wouldn't have known the tree was gone.

This is so strange, this tree has become a spirit?

It took Zhu Jingrong a lot of effort to suppress this matter.But in the next two days, brothers in the village began to disappear inexplicably.

At first, no one cared, thinking that those people could not live the life of being a bandit, so they secretly ran down the village.But when they found that those people had neither money nor weapons, they realized something was wrong.

What do bandits do?People who rob houses, but isn't that just for money?If he ran away, how could he not bring money?

The people in the village began to panic.Zhu Jingrong had no choice but to invite the eagle as a dead horse doctor.

"Master Zhu Dazhai, you have to figure it out." The eagle raised one leg, "Now it's you, come beg, me. It's not me begging you."

"Damn it!" Zhu Jingrong was so angry at Lao Ying's appearance that he swung his whip around his neck, "Believe it or not, I really killed you."

"Then you kill it." The eagle shook his legs, not afraid of him at all, "Anyway, if I die, your village will be finished."

"At that time, you Zhu Dazhai will also have to be buried with me."

Zhu Jingrong narrowed his eyes dangerously when he heard the words.As soon as he pulled hard on the whip, the whip fell from the eagle's neck.

Zhu Jingrong took a step back, bent over and made a "please" gesture to the eagle.

The eagle was happy, and with a movement of his hand, he broke free from the rope that bound him.

"Oh? It's not a bad day." Eagle stretched his stiff waist.Even though it's winter, it's warm when the sun comes out.

The eagle ignored Zhu Jingrong who was following him, but wandered around the cottage leisurely by himself.

The cottage was built against the mountain, so naturally many trees were enclosed in the village.The eagle wandered into a dry poplar forest in the back mountain.

"Brother, isn't he lying to us?" Zhu Jingrong's subordinates became a little impatient, wondering what to see outside in this winter.Rather than suffering from the cold here, it is better to go into the house to warm up and drink soju.

"Don't be afraid, if he dares to lie to us, he will be killed." Zhu Jingrong is not a good person.Those who dare to lie to him have already gone to the underworld to report.

Zhu Jingrong's voice was not deliberately lowered, so the eagle could hear it clearly.

The corner of the eagle's mouth twitched, and he took out a pen from the cloth pocket of his jacket.

The color of the pen is red and red, just like cinnabar.The eagle drew a beak on the trunk of the poplar tree in front of him.

Then he turned around and said to Zhu Jingrong, "I'll live in your room tonight. Remember to have someone bring a pot of charcoal fire to you at night, and put two tongs in it."

Eagle nodded his chin, "By the way, here is another young guy who can play the erhu. I remember it is a young guy."

"Fuck, this kid is still a broken sleeve!" The bandits who followed Zhu Jingrong exploded.A young man still needs to be able to play the erhu?what?Sing, dance, and warm the bed for him?

"Brother, why don't we be him!"

"No." Zhu Jingrong stretched out his hand and stopped the brother behind him.

If he read it right just now, it was when the eagle reached out to touch the poplar tree.The bark of that poplar tree seems to have changed, turned into elm bark?

"Wait until tonight." Zhu Jingrong wanted to see how capable he was as an eagle.

In the evening, Lao Ying ordered Zhu Jingrong to prepare a table full of food and wine for him. He drank the wine and listened to the little song very comfortably.By the way, you can also appreciate Zhu Jingrong's doggy appearance with his veins bursting out of anger.

Before midnight, Zhu Jingrong had touched his whip five or six times.I have to say that the eagle's mouth is too damaged.If Zhu Jingrong didn't think he was still useful, he really wanted to kill him right away.

"Don't worry, don't worry, this isn't coming?" The eagle patted Zhu Jingrong, who was about to burst into murder, with one hand, and pointed out the window with chopsticks in the other.

The paper window can clearly cast the shadow of the trees outside under the moonlight.

But now the entire window is almost covered by a huge black shadow, and that black shadow is still moving!

With a sound of "squeak~", the door of the outer room was opened.

In a quiet and tense atmosphere, Eagle pointed to the young man playing the erhu, beckoning him to continue.

The young man continued to pull tremblingly.

"It's so nice~" A muffled voice suddenly sounded from the outer room.

Immediately, a big black mouth poked into the room, biting at the young man playing the erhu.

Zhu Jingrong reacted quickly, and the whip hit the thing's mouth.But it didn't stop the action of that thing in the slightest.

The eagle grabbed several red-hot tongs and stuffed them into the big mouth.

"Roar~" The hissing sound exploded, and the thing quickly exited the room.

After a while, the window returned to its previous appearance, only the sparse tree shade fell on the window paper.

The eagle pushed the table and "sleep." He touched his round belly, "I'm sleepy."

Zhu Jingrong came to his senses, grabbed the eagle by the collar and lifted him up, "What about that thing? You don't care?"

"Why don't you care about it?" Lao Ying indifferently slapped away Zhu Jingrong's hand that was pulling his coat collar. "Let go! I want to sleep. I just go to the back mountain tomorrow to find your tongs."

Zhu Jingrong released him suspiciously.

Shinichi Taka turned over and fell asleep peacefully.

The next day, Zhu Jingrong took his brothers to the back mountain to look for them.As a result, the tongs were found on the poplar tree where the eagle painted its beak.

The tongs were embedded in the tree hole, and the poplar tree that had no tree hole opened a tree hole from the mouth drawn by the eagle.

The original poplar bark has also become elm bark.

"You mean that elm tree?" The eagle stared at Zhu Jingrong who asked him in front of him, "Of course it became a spirit. Before your village was built, it was a blessing tree and received a lot of incense. It was just that it was struck by lightning when it was about to become a spirit. .”

"You must understand that the elm tree is a ghost tree. God can't make it so easy to become a spirit."

"Later, when your village was built, you didn't do much to hang colorful banners on it to pray for blessings, right? After it cultivated itself, it would naturally run away. Otherwise, what if one of the people in your village feels uncomfortable and you cut it off?"

"What about that person? Where are the missing people in our village?" Zhu Jingrong was most concerned about this issue.

"Go dig under the tree, it's already turned into bones."

What the eagle said was right. Zhu Jingrong and his men dug out a total of twelve bones from under the tree.

"Is there anything easier to cultivate than taking a crooked way?" This is what the eagle told Zhu Jingrong.

Zhu Jingrong let him go down the mountain as he promised Eagle.Of course, the eagle didn't let him carry him down in a big sedan chair.It's too shameful.

On the third day, the eagle said he would die.Zhu Jingrong had begun to believe what the eagle said.

"We meet again." A horse's head suddenly appeared in front of Zhu Jingrong who was in deep thought. "Come with me."

"Horse, horse face?" Zhu Jingrong was a little overwhelmed. "Wait, I haven't fallen asleep yet, I haven't dreamed, why did you come out?"

"You can't be dreaming. Look behind you." Ma Mian pointed behind Zhu Jingrong.

Behind him is his corpse, that's right, the tree that became a spirit has been dealt with today.In order to commemorate the deceased brother, the village held a special funeral banquet.

He drank a lot of wine, and when he returned to his house, he was so drunk that his legs gave way and he fell to the ground.But he fell on the nail board he made two days ago.

The spike that was used as a trap pierced his chest, but because of the weakness of his limbs due to alcohol, he couldn't even cry out, so he bled to death in the end.

"Is my lifespan so short?" Zhu Jingrong didn't care much, but he was still curious. Could it be that he is a short-lived ghost?

"No." Ma Mian took him away. "You have committed too many crimes. There are ghosts suing you. The higher authorities sent me to arrest you."

"Hmm." Zhu Jingrong was silent for a while and then asked, "Then what should I do? Go there and confess directly?"

"It's the same as a lawsuit in your world. If you go there and you are good at talking, you can come back if you win the lawsuit."

"What if you can't win?"

"Then judge your crime according to the circumstances, depending on which layer of the eighteenth hell you go to be punished."

Zhu Jingrong listened half-heartedly, half-understanding.On the other side, the eagle went down the mountain and went to the town.

He would meet Zhu Jingrong again, and he knew it from the second year he was running a Yin business.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have come out to run business in the winter, and he would have traveled such a long distance.Counting the days, they "encountered" and snatched them up the mountain.

Eagle is not worried that Zhu Jingrong will really die, he has already helped him survive the biggest death in his life in recent years, the hurdle of the elm tree.

For the rest, he should be fine.

But some people don't think so.His brothers thought their boss was really dead, so they buried him directly.

Fortunately, his brothers were stingy and didn't put a coffin lid on him.

By the time Zhu Jingrong crawled out of the grave, cold and hungry, more than a month had passed.

His brothers buried him quite far away. Zhu Jingrong walked in the snow for a long time wearing a shroud, cold and hungry, before he saw a light.

But he couldn't hold it anymore, and fainted in the snow.

He deserved to die. The owner of that family went hunting and came back very late. When he came back, he happened to meet him and kindly took him home.

After being in a coma for two full days, Zhu Jingrong finally woke up.

When he woke up, he saw a young man with a beautiful profile crawling beside the bed.

Zhu Jingrong tried to move his arm, but the young man woke up with a start.

Young people are good looking.

'you're awake? ' wrote the young man on the paper.

It's a pity that he is a mute, Zhu Jingrong thought regretfully.

"Where is this place?"

The young man blinked, 'This is Jiuzhiling. '

Jiuzhiling?Depend on!These good brothers of his actually buried him hundreds of miles away!

"What's your name?" Forget it, since it's here, it's safe, Zhu Jingrong doesn't really want to be a bandit.If it's not for eating, who would want to be that thing?It just so happened that he had planned to get away before, and now it was a mistake to fulfill him.

"Anzi" young people like their name very much, so they wrote "Ping An An An An". '

Seeing An Zi's actions, Zhu Jingrong couldn't help but smiled, "Well, An is safe and well."

'And you? '

"Zhu is the third child. His surname is Zhu, and he is the third child in the family."