C14 Eerie phone

"Humph!" To refuse a toast is to refuse a forfeit! "Since that's the case, don't blame me for being rude!"

I saw a fierce light flash in Zhao Jiale's eyes, making me feel scared. Zhao Jiale took out his shiny razor, pointed it at the area in front of us and snapped, "I don't care who you are, if you know what you're doing, then hurry up and f * ck off. Otherwise, I'll take your life. "

Sure enough, Zhao Jiale's two moves were very useful. I instantly felt a lot more relaxed. The force that was pulling the soul flag towards me instantly disappeared, and I noticed a few drops of transparent liquid flowing down from the razor in Zhao Jiale's hand.

"Old Zhao, you're really good. I thought you were a barber, but I didn't expect you to drive a ghost. " Fatty Wang handed Zhao Jiale a cigarette with a look of admiration.

Zhao Jiale took the cigarette, but didn't light it. Instead, he held it to his ear. He modestly said, "I don't exorcise ghosts. That's what mages do. I'm just an old-fashioned barber, and the kid isn't afraid of me. He's afraid of the razor in my hand. I don't know how many people have had their heads shaved with my razor, but it's very masculine. To tell you the truth, if it wasn't something that happened in my own village, I wouldn't even bother to take care of it. "

"Old Zhao." Fatty Wang scratched his head with an embarrassed expression on his face, as if he had something to say, but was also embarrassed to open his mouth.

"We've known each other for so many years. If you have anything to say, just say it. Don't be so childish." Zhao Jiale rubbed the razor onto his pants leg and quietly wiped off the white liquid on it.

When I got closer, everything looked real. Fatty Wang's eyes lit up as he stared at Zhao Jia Le's razor. This was clearly because he saw Zhao Jiale drive away the little ghost that had come to snatch the soul flag. This was because he wanted a razor from Zhao Jiale.

Fatty Wang smiled awkwardly: "Brother, I have a presumptuous request." Brother, you see I'm a drummer, I eat rice, as the old saying goes, often walk by the river where there are no wet shoes, who knows when I might encounter something as strange as today. I don't know if your family has any razors left, do you want to lend me some to avoid evil deeds? "

Fatty Wang was afraid that Zhao Jiale would disagree, so he paused before saying, "If Brother is unwilling, then I can buy yours. How much is the price?"

"Hi. "Old Wang, what are you saying?" Zhao Jiale waved his hand with a smile and handed the razor to Fatty Wang, "What are you buying? I am a razor worker, and there are plenty of razors. I'll give this to you. "

Fatty Wang was stunned for a moment. It was as if he had not expected Zhao Jiale to easily agree to give him the guy eating. He happily received the razor and thanked Zhao Jiale, "Then, thank you so much."

Even I was secretly surprised. Why did Zhao Jiale give Fatty Wang his razor so generously? I felt more and more that Zhao Jiale was examining not only the razor, but his own true ability.

"No need to thank me, we're all brothers, there's no need to stand on ceremony." Zhao Jiale said to Fatty Wang, who was grinning from ear to ear, "You and the other bros who are the drummers should try to see if you can blow it now. Once it blows, we'll hurry on our way."

"Sigh!" Fatty Wang accepted Zhao Jiale's razor and became particularly solicitous. He put out his cigarette, puffed his cheeks and blew the suona.

The other drummers were also bragging and beating him. Everything was back to normal.

"Beep, beep, beep …"

"Beep, beep, beep …"

We quickened our pace and soon reached the tomb of the Gao family's ancestors. Looking at the graves, I sighed. There were at least a few hundred visible graves. It seemed like the Gaozhuang Gao family had been prosperous for a while, but the world seemed to have changed. With the death of Old Gao's family, the Gaozhuang Gao family was completely wiped out.

I was afraid that no one would come to clean up the tombs of the Gao Family ancestors in the future, and no one would come to burn paper for the tombs of the Gao Family ancestors in the future. As I thought of this, I suddenly thought of Gao Xiaoyun, who had married into the Wang Village next door. I wonder how Gao Xiaoyun is doing now, if she'll be able to recover from the shock of her parents' and her younger brother's deaths.

And I always felt that the death of the Gao family had something to do with this Gao Xiaoyun.

Zhao Jiale said that Gao Laoyi didn't commit suicide, so was his death related to Gao Xiaoyun? Why did Gao Xiaoyun appear as Gao Xiaoyu? Listening to my mother say, "Gao Xiaoyu" suddenly fainted in front of the elder Yi Ling before recovering Gao Xiaoyun's consciousness. However, there was another possibility. Gao Xiaoyun had intentionally impersonated Gao Xiaoyu and caused the death of Elder Gao's family.

Of course, this is just one of my assumptions. After all, Elder Gao is Gao Xiaoyun's father. But when I have time, I must make a trip to the King's Manor to see this Gao Xiaoyun and make things clear. In the meantime, he wanted to find out if Gao Xiaoyun knew about the matter of the "Ghost Eyes".

What happened next went without a hitch. We buried Old Gao and his family's coffins in a tomb that we dug up beforehand. I heaved a sigh of relief. Old Gao and his family could finally settle down in the earth. Although I don't have a heart anymore, but I feel like a stone has fallen from my heart.

The heavens were beautiful, the sky was clear, and the sun was once again in sight. It didn't rain, and we weren't drenched.

It was only 2 PM after all the work was done. Zhao Jiale was smoking for a group of laborers and seemed to be discussing something.

On the way back, Zhao Jiale called me aside and asked for my cell phone number.

I hurriedly asked Zhao Jiale about my heart. Zhao Jiale said, "Now is not the time to talk about this. Tell me your cell phone number and I'll call you tonight. "Don't turn off your phone."

Zhao Jiale took my cell phone number, but I didn't care about it.

As the saying goes, hearing is seeing; seeing is believing. If it was said that Zhao Jiale was able to make Old Gao's family close their eyes, then I personally saw the brat who scared Old Gao away to snatch my soul flag. In my eyes, Zhao Jiale is not only my uncle with a different surname, but also someone who can save me. No matter what, Zhao Jiale's ability was much better than Master Ma's, who had been scared out of his wits.

When I got home, my mother was blocking the road. When my mother saw me, she asked me anxiously, "I heard that you raised the soul flag at Old Gao's funeral? I told you that the matter of the Gao Family was too bizarre. I told you not to get involved, why didn't you listen? Don't you know that the person who raised this banner is unlucky? "

Without waiting for me to speak, my mother said to me with a gloomy face, "Don't come in first. You should first take a few extra kicks of bad luck at the door. Don't bring bad luck in with you."

Most of the women in the village were superstitious, especially the older generation. I know that if I don't do what my mother says, I won't be able to get in here today. So I stomped my foot against the south wall at the door and swore a couple of times before I dared to enter the house.

I was curious about who the blabbermouth was that told my mother, so I asked my mother, "Mom, who told you I was raising a banner?"

"Is this kid stupid?" My mother looked at me suspiciously, "You didn't call me in the morning and tell me Chen Pingchuan wanted you to summon the soul flag. I told you it was unlucky to raise the soul flag of a dead person, but you didn't listen and hung up."

When I heard my mother's words, I was so shocked that I couldn't stop smiling. "Mom, I didn't call you."

My mother saw that I didn't believe her, so she took out her cell phone and showed me the record. I looked and it really was my number. Call for twenty-five seconds.

I pulled out my cell phone and checked my fairy tale records. Sure enough, I called my mother at ten-fifty. I was dumbfounded. What was going on? I did call my mother, according to the phone records, but I don't remember a thing. Logically speaking, if I really called my mom in such a short period of time, I wouldn't have forgotten.

In the face of my own memories and ironclad evidence on my phone, I don't know which one to believe. I was so frightened I couldn't speak, and I thought it was that thing again. It must be him causing trouble. But why he called my mother, I don't know what he wants. Could it be that he didn't want to raise the soul flag?

"Feng, what happened to you?" my mother asked, probably looking a little flustered.

"Eh, I'm fine." I know I can't tell my mother about this, and I can't tell her, and I can only make her worry.

I said to my mother, "It's okay. It's probably because I was too tired to raise the soul flag and forgot about it, so I went to my room to rest. "

Just as I reached the door, I heard my mother mutter, "Don't believe Zhao Jiale's words. Don't believe Zhao Jiale's words …"

Stunned, I turned my head and asked, "Mom, what did you just say?"

My mother gave me a puzzled look. I didn't say anything. "