I take a little action, that's the limit

Chapter 183 Southern Corpse King

It is already the beginning of autumn, but the weather in Shanghai is still very hot, especially in the steel forest. This feeling is even more obvious. It is steaming everywhere, and sitting in the classroom makes people sleepy.

I was bored watching the old woman in the lecture hall spitting passionately, while most of the students below were sleeping. I didn’t know where her passion came from. When I thought about it, I would be engaged in such a boring job after graduation. When I was working, I felt a chill in my heart.

China's education really pays too much attention to theoretical education. I have actually taken this kind of cookie-cutter course for more than ten years. It's scary to think about it. What's even scarier is that I accidentally attended this normal university and chose This is my least favorite career.

Involuntarily, I deserted. I was thinking about how to deal with the stupid thing Zhuo Yi said. After all, I couldn't go unprepared, so why don't people see the flaws and beat me?

Chinese people attach great importance to these etiquettes, especially weddings and funerals. If they don't organize the grand ceremony, it will be as if they have no face to see others. Due to this deep-rooted idea, many comparisons have occurred one after another, which have been seen in the headlines on the Internet. Things happen all the time. What was originally a serious matter has turned into a farce.

I am not opposed to making arrangements after death. After all, this is the last journey of a person's life. However, this extravagant and wasteful arrogance is getting higher and higher, and it is becoming more and more extreme. It is so extreme that it has given birth to many fake Taoist priests and fake gentlemen. , and even companies that specialize in weddings are springing up everywhere like mushrooms after a spring rain. A few days ago, I saw the news of a striptease in the mourning hall, and I don't know whether the person in the coffin can safely walk away.

Because I have lived in the countryside before, I have also seen some people doing white things. Although I was still ignorant at that time, I vaguely remember that the white things at that time were not what they are now. Whether they were Taoist priests or gentlemen, It takes some real skills, even the most humble coffin bearer can be half as good as a gentleman.

It really hurts me to think that I have to do this at night. This is contrary to the scientific knowledge I have learned for many years. I wonder if letting the person on the podium know will cause me to vomit three liters of blood.

After lunch, I told Han Xiaolin that I had a stomachache and wanted to go back to rest. She also knew that I had just come out of the hospital and was not in good health, so she asked me to go home and have a good rest. If anything happened, I would call her in time. It warmed my heart. It was warm, and at the same time it strengthened my determination to take action tonight.

When I got home, I first drew some talisman. For some reason, I drew a total of sixteen this time, but only six were successful. It should be said that this was the day with the least satisfactory results since I started drawing talisman. It broke the " Only the lowest, no lower” record.

Among the six talismans, two are corpse-suppressing talismans, four ghost-killing talismans, plus some of the original inventory, roughly counting there are more than ten, which is expected to be enough.

I threw these talismans and the Evil Killing Sword into my bag, then I put on my bag and changed into black clothes and went out. After all, people were holding funerals and couldn't wear too fancy clothes.

The sun was setting in the west, and I was walking alone on the street. I felt top-heavy. This was something I had never experienced before. After all, I was only twenty years old, an age when I was full of energy and had endless energy.

Maybe I caught a cold while sleeping last night. I comforted myself in my mind and went straight to the bus stop.

Sitting on the bus, I arrived at Zhuoyi's store within two stops. I thought it would be better to ask questions in person about this kind of thing.

When I went in, Zhuoyi was still dozing off. I didn’t know why he was so sleepy, as if he couldn’t wake up. He explained to me that he went to catch ghosts at night, and I felt like hehe, this big city Where did so many ghosts come from? It’s almost as good as catching steamed buns.

When he saw me arriving, he chatted with me for a few words and then closed the store door, and then we entered his back room.

The decoration of his inner room and the outer room are completely different. The outer room is in a typical Chinese style, but the inner room is decorated in a European style. It cannot be said to be magnificent, but both the sofa and the bed are very soft, and you will feel comfortable lying on them. Not to mention the drowsy feeling, it felt so good. I thought to myself, after I graduate, I will open a store like this and be a small boss or something. How comfortable will it be?

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet. Didn't Mr. Huang bring any trouble to you?" Zhuo Yi threw me a cigarette, took off his shoes, and clasped his ankles to ask me.

I glanced at his feet and then at my cigarette. Fortunately, this guy gave me a cigarette in advance. Otherwise, how would I smoke? And Zhuoyi's image today has completely subverted my understanding of him. In my impression, he has always given people a stable and decent image. I didn't expect that in private, he was more casual than anyone else.

I lit up the cigarette and told him the story. Of course, I didn't tell him the whole truth. I just told him that Mr. Huang had a zombie drive away inexplicably, as if the two of them had a grudge.

"Zombie? That thing is very rare. What kind of zombie can drive away the Huang family?" Zhuoyi asked me with his eyes wide open: "Have you seen the color of that zombie's eyes? "

"Black and white." I answered truthfully.

"Black and white? There are no zombies of this color among zombies. They are either black or white. How can there be black and white? Are you sure you read that right?" Zhuoyi frowned deeply.

"The same color as normal people's eyes." I couldn't laugh or cry. Aren't black and white the color of normal people's eyes? This Zhuo Yi is really one-sided.

"What's going on? Are you saying that the zombie hasn't transformed?" Zhuo twitched the corner of his eye.

"He was dressed like a young white-collar worker. He stretched out his hand and slapped Mr. Huang on the head. Then Mr. Huang ran away." I wiped my nose and said in an evasive manner.

"Holy shit, a zombie that hasn't transformed can beat Wong Tai Sin away? Are you kidding me?" Zhuoyi almost fell off his chair. He looked at me in surprise, as if he wanted to find something on my face. There are no clues that I lied to him.

"Really, he was beaten right in front of me. Mr. Huang had no power to fight back." I said.

"Are you sure that Mr. Huang is from the Huang family in Northeast China?" Zhuo Yi asked again.

"That's still false. The other party also said that if it weren't for Northeast Huang Er's face, he would kill Mr. Huang."

"Such a loud tone? Where did the fierce corpse come from? This is a rhythm that defies heaven!" Zhuoyi sighed.

"His name is Lu Diyi." I suppressed my laughter and dropped another bombshell.

"What? Ahem..." Zhuoyi said one word before he choked on the smoke and coughed. He blushed and said, "No wonder, it turns out to be the Southern Corpse King. You are really lucky."

"Who is the Southern Corpse King?" I asked curiously.