Chapter 59 Evil ghosts never make sense
"Hey!"
"My ass -hant, it's so painful and painful."
The black shadow fell to the ground, whimpering in pain, like a wild cat meowing in spring. It was scratching the door when its tail was stepped on.
"Miss Song." Pei Yuanshi looked at the black shadow that was about to swallow up Song Lan. It fell to the ground with a bang, broke a few times, and then reunited. He was so shocked that he stuttered.
"What a powerful grievance ..."
Pei Yuanshi looked at the black shadow, full of vigilance.
"Ah? What?"
Resentment?
Liu Wu suspected that his ears were broken.
"What is the grievance?"
How do you feel that every sound can understand, put it together and say together, I don't understand it.
Pei Yuanshi's expression was solemn: "This baked Hu cake is filled with resentment after death, so it forms a curse."
"Anyone who eats this cursed cake will either have great luck to offset the collision of evil spirits, or they will have no choice but to——"
He pursed his lips and said in a heavy voice: "Become a scapegoat!"
"Huh?"
Liu Wu blinked, feeling that this routine seemed familiar.
"Bakery version of the water ghost?"
He remembered that when he was a child, he often heard the old people say that people die in the water and become water ghosts, hiding in the water, looking for a dead ghost.
Only by finding a scapegoat can one be reincarnated.
Otherwise, you will be a water ghost in the water for the rest of your life and suffer a lot of torture.
Why do you find a dead ghost?
Liu Wu scratched his head and was confused.
Pei Yuanshi said "Huh", and for a moment he didn't know how to explain it.
After thinking about it carefully, he said: "It can also be understood this way!"
He looked heavy: "I do n’t know, why do you do this on this grilled bakery?"
Pei Yuanshi looked up at the vendors who sold the cake: "Before I see the stall owner, I seemed to know the weirdness in the cake.
His eyes were sharp two points: "Who have you ever offended or killed before?"
Like this, the grievances that are attached to the last two biscuits here are certainly those who have a relationship or puzzle with this stall.
"I-I don't have it." The vendor was shocked and waved his hands repeatedly.
His expression made Pei Yuanshi even more suspicious.
"No?"
"Every wrongdoer has his own debtor. If you didn't kill anyone, why would this resentment only come to haunt you?"
Everyone couldn't see the dark shadow falling on the ground, but they heard Pei Yuanshi's words.
After a while, a lot of melon-eaters gathered around, pointing at the vendors and whispering.
"The prince of the Wang family actually killed someone?"
"Oh my god! I can't see ... Wang Jia Dalang looked at it, how honest it is."
"Who did he hurt?"
More and more people, followed Pei Yuanshi's words, suspected that the vendors, the Wang Jialang killed people.
"No, I don't! I didn't harm people!"
Wang Jialang was frightened, and he explained the people with anxiety: "I don't know why this is like this, I really did not hurt people!"
He looked at Pei Yuanshi: "This Taoist, why do you slander me so much?"
"I don't know, I really don't know anything!"
The Wang family man squatted on the ground holding his head in pain and cried bitterly.
He didn't understand that he was just doing business honestly. He wanted to make more money and support his family.
Why do you spread this kind of thing ...
Pei Yuanshi frowned, and when he heard that more and more people around him were almost following what he just said, they had already convicted the king of the Wang family, and even said that they were going to report to the official and arrest him, then he Afterwards, I realized that I seemed to have done something wrong and said the wrong thing. He looked flustered and a little at a loss. He looked into Song Lan's eyes and felt the coldness between her brows and eyes, and couldn't help but feel guilty.
Song Lan was about to say something.
"What's the matter with you? Do you know how to say this, how much harm is it to the innocent people? Without the evidence, as soon as you touch your mouth, you will be charged. How do you should thank the sin for death! "
Liu Wu shouted angrily at the onlookers around him, his expression extremely serious.
Song Lan raised her eyebrows in surprise.
Then I bent the corner of my mouth, and I was a little gratifying.
This silly boy's feelings are really pure.
"Indeed, it's not about the grilled bakery stalls."
Song Lan whispered softly, sweeping the black shadow on the ground: "There are many money, people in Beijing, living in good houses, wandering in Western City all year round, relying on selling ancestral property and working to work."
Black shadow shake obviously twice, obviously emotional fluctuations.
"Three months ago, I bought the last two cakes to eat on the grilled cake stalls of Wangjia Lang."
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
"I don't want to be anxious for a while, I am stunned."
"In the end, accidentally died."
Song Lan kicked the black shadow of the group: "After death, he was unwilling, hovering in the world, and the grievances became deepening until he turned it into Wangjia Dalang's grilled beard cake. "
"It's just that you are the new soul, and you are limited, and you cannot directly harm people's lives. With your own vitality, it will affect the luck of the person who buys cakes."
She sneered: "This is why. Since not long ago, anyone who bought the last two bakery of Wang Jialang will always meet unlucky things."
I don't know if Song Lan's words were poked in the pain of Black Shadow.
In an instant, Yin Qi surged.
The shadow of Black has skyrocketed a lot, and the grievances are almost drowned by Song Lan.
"They all deserve to die!"
"Why did I also buy the last two baked cakes, they were okay, but I was choked alive!"
"Why!"
"I died, you, you have to be buried!"
"Everyone who bought the last two baked cakes is damn!"
The black shadow groaned and opened its huge black hole-like mouth, trying to swallow Song Lan in one gulp.
"You should die too!"
"桀 桀!"
"People who bought the last two baked cakes are damn! Damn!"
"Aww-Eh?"
After the black shadow's wide open mouth stopped on Song Lan's head, it was difficult to move at all.
"What did you do? Why can't I move!!"
Black shadow was furious and questioned Song Lan.
Song Lan laughed: "I advise you to let go of your obsession."
Black shadow sneered, scornd: "You also imagine those who have a stinky monk who persuaded me ..."
"No, I don't want to."
Song Lan interrupted the black shadow: "I just dislike the resentful souls who are too obsessed and wander around the world to do evil. They taste bad."
"I want to eat a smooth mouth."
Black shadow was stunned for a while: "Huh? What do you mean?"
"Meaning-"
The corner of Song Lan's mouth slightly hooked: "Talk to you, want to influence you, and you will be you who will be a monk, but there is no ability to be evil."
Alas! Intersection Intersection
Suddenly, resentment arose in front of the baked Hu Cake stall, and almost instantly, the black shadow was swallowed up.
"Evil ghosts never make sense."
The grievances dissipated, and the Quartet reproduced Qingming.
"Really unpalatable."
(End of this chapter)