Chapter 98 This is a ghost (7) She wiped her face with the water...
She wiped her face with the water and exclaimed, "How sweet!"
sweet?
The man stood in a daze in the distance.
It was clearly a bottomless stench that wrapped around his throat like a rope, pulling his Adam's apple upwards.
How can it be sweet?
The man sniffed the bucket of water and took a few steps back to avoid the bucket.
He was a little confused, thinking that this woman was playing a trick on him. Seeing her wet face and a hint of surprise in her eyes, he said, "Don't play tricks on me."
He was so disgusted by the water in the well that he couldn't eat anything. He didn't believe her current sneaky look.
The woman stopped teasing him and wiped her face, but she clearly felt that the water in the well was not as smelly as he said. She wiped the skin on her face bit by bit with her handkerchief and looked at the man intently.
The well water is really sweet.
"What do you think I mean?"
The woman licked the water droplets hanging from the corner of her mouth. The man vomited again and took two steps back. The woman looked at him for a moment and said, "I wonder what you have offended that you are drinking this stinking water from the well?"
The man didn't react and was stunned for a moment.
What could he possibly mess with?
The woman held onto the well's edge and peered down. It was deep and pitch black, and she couldn't see anything. But she seemed to be able to see the big rock he'd mentioned, pressing down on the bottom of the well, as if shouting to the sky, "Something in the well seems to dislike you."
The woman said, frowning and looking at him half-doubtfully, "Do you know why?"
The man stepped back again after hearing this.
Don’t like him? He doesn’t like it either! What the hell? Could it be that he is the only one who drinks this stinking well water?
He stood there looking at the woman in confusion.
The woman had wiped her face clean and said quietly, "Azha, I don't think others have lied to you. This well water tastes sweet to everyone else, so why... are you special? Is there something wrong with your taste buds? Is it different from ours? Or is there something wrong with your mind? If none of these are true, why does it taste sweet to me but stinky to you? Unless..."
Unless, something is playing tricks on you.
She looked down again.
The man was stunned for a moment, then pulled the woman aside and asked, "Does it really taste sweet?"
Is this true?
The woman licked her lips again, recalling the light taste just now. "When I drank that well water, it was truly sweet."
It's no wonder that he was so horrified by the stench that he threw away the bucket and looked like a madman, while others looked at him like a monster.
It's clearly his own problem.
The man was now even more dazed. He stood there, the stench still assailing him. He looked at the woman, then at the well, and when he came to his senses, he turned around and vomited.
Drifting Ice Sea also drifted over and sniffed, but she couldn't smell anything strange, and certainly no stench. She looked at the man's face full of pain and despair, and looked him up and down.
Zuihua was also curious and came over.
He sniffed the odor inside the well as if he were using a soul-sucking technique. As he inhaled, he said to Liu Binghai, "How strange! There's no smell at all! Why does it seem to get worse the more I smell it?"
He floated beside it and sniffed the well below like a dog.
There was no legendary huge rock in the well, but there was a faint white light.
Zuihua sniffed carefully but didn't detect any strange, foul smell. He pulled Liu Binghai aside and said, "This man is so weird. He looks so handsome, but why does he speak so nonsense?"
The man stood in front of the well. He didn't know why the water tasted sweet to the woman but stank to him. Was there really something wrong with him, or was the well cast a spell to specifically harm him?
I think that nothing so strange had ever happened when he drank tea with women these days. The tea he drank was also very fragrant.
As I was lost in thought, the foul smell became a little lighter. When I came to my senses and looked at the well, the stench came over me again.
He immediately ran to the side and vomited, and all the tea he drank in the theater came out all at once. The tea leaves were sour and smelly, almost as smelly as well water.
After the man finished vomiting, sweat broke out on his forehead and he looked a little annoyed.
It was obvious that someone was teasing him. Who was teasing him, or was there something wrong with his sense of taste?
He thought he should see a doctor first.
After he finished vomiting, the woman carefully brought a bucket of water. She scooped up a palm of water and licked it.
The man looked at her and said, "Yes, sweet?"
This time the woman swallowed her saliva and nodded.
She walked behind the man and patted his back twice as he was shaking from vomiting violently. She really didn't know if this guy had offended someone recently.
She took out her handkerchief, washed it with well water, and handed it to the man's mouth.
"It seems that some of your recent feelings are not real." The woman said lightly.
Even the problems in his own business might be his hallucinations. How could good wood be soaked by water while walking on land? It sounds unbelievable.
Could it be that someone is using a trick to deceive the eyes? Then what kind of trick is this taste trick? Is it a trick to deceive the tongue?
The man was stunned when he heard her say this.
He had indeed encountered a lot of strange things recently, but how could it be that his feelings were not real and everything he felt now was false?
Is it something that only he can feel?
The scalp on his head tingled at the thought.
"Let's go back to the theater and rest for a while," said the woman.
The man shook his head. "It's too noisy."
"Then..." said the woman.
Man: "Let's go to the teahouse. It's quieter there."
It's almost dawn.
It is not suitable for ghosts to wander around at dawn, but Liu Binghai is not a real ghost, she can only be considered half a ghost. When the sun rises, she will feel a little uncomfortable because of the burnt fire, but she knows in her heart that she will not be burned. Before the sun rises, she and Zuihua follow the two people to the teahouse.
The teahouse was cool and quiet, perfect for her to relax.
Zuihua was a little confused, "Why are you following them all the time?"
"Practice." She said lightly.
Is this even possible? Zuihua was a little surprised.
"Let's take a look at the excitement." she added.
He was willing to watch the fun, so he floated to the top of the beam and watched the man's fun wholeheartedly.
However, since Guizhi said he could still cultivate, he was even more willing. Ever since he met that terrifying wizard in the mourning hall, he had been terrified that one day he would be buried in an incense burner or his soul would be scattered. He had no special abilities. In the mortal world, he was not very good at working. How could he possibly be a ghost soldier guarding the gates in the underworld? Please forgive him, he didn't have that ability.
He now has to follow Guizhi closely and do whatever she does.
The man sat down and thought for a while. This teahouse was opened by an old customer of his. The owner of the teahouse bought his wood for renovations, and they became friends over time. He often came here, and it was here that he met this woman.
The woman pushed a cup of tea over and said, "Drink it to calm your nerves."
The man took the teacup and drank it all in one gulp. If there was wine, he would have taken it and drank it all in one gulp.
The woman looked at him with some sympathy, "This is the first time I've seen you like this."
The man didn't say anything. He felt as if he had fallen into a curse. Everything went wrong and he was unlucky.
"Did you offend anyone?"
The corners of the man's mouth twitched coldly. How could he not offend people when doing business? Of course he would offend people, but would he become a strange person with a weird tongue after offending people?
He had heard of people being blinded and mute by poison, but he had never seen anyone being poisoned to have a strange taste in the tongue. He had been going to the theater to drink tea frequently recently. Could it be that someone had colluded with the theater owner to buy poisoned tea to harm him?
He clenched his teacup tightly, and in a rage, he wanted to jump up and find the theater owner to ask for clarification. But before he could even lift his butt, the woman stopped him and said, "I know what you're thinking. I'm afraid you won't get anything out of anyone else you go to right now. Who will admit to having cheated you?"
He slowly loosened his grip on the teacup, took a sip of tea, and asked the woman, "Xiao Zhen, how does this tea taste?"
The woman took a sip and said, "It's fragrant, a little bitter, just like the taste of ordinary tea."
Hearing her say this, Liu Binghai also bent down and took a sip of the tea in the cup. It smelled fragrant and was made of top-quality tea. Not bad, not bad.
She said to Zuihua, "You should also take a few puffs, it will help your practice."
What? Just a few sips of tea can help with spiritual practice?
The confusion of the intoxicated flower god.
"Tea leaves, the spirit of the mountains, can certainly be used for cultivation."
When Zuihua heard her say that, she quickly ran over and took a few puffs.
He used to drink wine and never knew what tea tasted like.
Oh, it's not that he didn't know. The wife at home also asked her to drink tea after he got drunk. He always drank a pot of tea reluctantly and fell asleep. If he had known that it was spiritual, he should have drunk more, so that he wouldn't be captured by ghosts after death...
Zuihua took a few sips and even tasted the fragrance.
The man and woman continued their conversation.
The taste of the tea the woman drank was no different from his. He thought the tea in her mouth could also taste sweet or sour. Was there something wrong with her, or was there something wrong with him?
She, and the people living near the well, didn't feel that there was anything unusual about the water. It seemed that the problem was probably his. So, apart from the well, did he feel anything unusual in other places?
Just like she said, his recent feelings are not real...
Will he be able to trust himself again in the future?
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The man frowned, and the woman called him again, "Aza."
The man looked up at her.
The woman looked at him, her eyes clear. "When I first met you, I felt you were unusual. I kept hearing you talk about your business and the broken well you encountered. I thought there was something unusual in the well and wanted to go see what was going on. But I didn't expect it to be a perfectly good well, nothing out of the ordinary."
The man lowered his eyes, thinking about the woman's words.
"How long have you been at that well?" the woman asked again.
The man thought for a moment and said, "About half a year..."
The woman tilted her head and calculated, then said, "Hasn't you encountered anything strange like this before?"
The man shook his head. Even if there was, he might not know that it was a strange thing that only happened to him.
The woman fell silent again, and Liu Binghai looked at her silently. She was very beautiful, with a pair of bright eyes like the glimmer of light in the early morning of spring.
The two of them were silent for a long time.
"Aza." The woman called him again.
"You're unusual," she said. "We can't feel what you feel. Either you're unusual, or someone's playing a trick on you. Or maybe there's something in that well that we can't perceive, and only you can."
Oh……
The man was stunned for a moment, then smiled bitterly with a cold face, as if thinking about something. If that was the case, he would rather be poisoned and have a strange taste in his tongue.
He's extraordinary? How extraordinary can he be? Can he see ghosts? Can he communicate with spirits? Can he fight monsters?
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder.
It's impossible for him. He has never seen anything strange since he was a child.
Maybe he just has a strange tongue… He took another sip of tea.
The woman said, "I wonder if all the strange things you've been experiencing lately are the same thing."
The man looked up at her.
He knew that she liked him, so the look in her eyes when she looked at him was clear to the bottom of her eyes.
The woman said seriously, "How about we go take a closer look at the well someday?"
Go and have another look?
He was not a timid person and he had to get to the bottom of this matter, so he nodded.
The woman thought for a moment and then said, "If you want to know more details, I can take you to see someone."
The man raised an eyebrow, "Who?"
"Zhang Youcha," the woman said, "is a master. He's seen a lot of strange things. Let's go ask him what to do about a strange well."
It seems that you are normal when eating and drinking tea, but I am afraid that you are abnormal only in front of that well.
Two people went to a strange well with bare hands, so they had to take some precautions. If Azha really had a strange tongue, it would be fine, but what if there was something in the well?
"Do you know him?" the man asked.
The woman said seriously, "I've met him a few times. He used to sell oil tea at a stall for a while, so I call him Zhang Youcha."
Zhang Youcha lives in a small alley with a well. He used to sell oil tea, but later he learned a lot about strange things and now often helps others to judge right and wrong.
The man would pause when he saw the well, wondering what kind of monsters and demons were hidden in the well of Zhang Youcha's house.
His house was not big and the yard was a bit shabby. He had known the woman for neither too long nor too short a time. When he heard that they came for a strange well, he was quite interested and his expression became serious.
Dealing with a strange well isn't difficult; it just requires some protection. A rope, two vines, and a bottle of aged wine. If anything comes out, just spray it upwards and it's done.
However, he didn't dare to attack anything easily. The wine and the vines were only for self-defense. With these things protecting him, he wouldn't be attacked. The vines were wrapped around him, and both heavenly spirits and wild spirits came to protect him. If something really wanted to do something bad to him, it wouldn't be that easy.
The woman wrote them down one by one.
Zhang Youcha was very interested in the man's strange-smelling snake. In theory, he could go and take a look, but this required the person who came to the door to ask for permission. If the other party did not ask, he could only give some pointers.
Youcha asked the man in detail about the strange smell. He said, "There was a man in the past who suddenly lost his appetite. Nothing he ate had any taste. He thought he had lost his sense of taste. The doctor couldn't find out what was wrong with him. Finally, he asked me for a pair of Buddhist beads, found a place to worship, and asked a god who he had offended before to leave. Then he was fine."
“That’s really magical.”
The man was thinking about where to find better vines. This thing should be older.
Youcha stared at the man intently for a long time. "Sir, you have a really good face. You look wealthy and prosperous."
Oh, rich, it would be great if you were rich these days.
Liu Binghai was floating on the side, sipping tea while listening to their conversation. Zuihua listened for a long time but still didn't understand much. She asked Liu Binghai, "Guizhi, what kind of cultivation can you achieve by following them all the time?"
I haven't really thought about the drift ice sea yet.
These past two days, while following this man, she also took time to practice the spell taught to her by the wizard. After practicing for a few days, she felt that her energy had become stronger, and she seemed no longer as light as before. Moreover, every blade of grass and every object seemed to move with her energy.
"I don't know yet." Liu Binghai said, "But if a big monster rushes out of the well, it's always a good idea for you to protect him."
"Huh? Protect? Me?"
Zuihua was so shocked that he trembled on the spot. He was a ghost, powerless and weak. Who could he protect?
Become that man's scapegoat? Get eaten by a giant monster?
Zuihua wanted to hide immediately, hide in the deep mountains and forests. Guizhi, you are harming me.
"If you can't protect it, you can just watch it." Liu Binghai said lightly.
Zuihua circled beside her, "Guizhi, you're not going to be a hero, are you? My little body can't handle a beating."
Why so much nonsense? Liu Binghai rolled his eyes at him and said, "Then just watch and stop talking. Otherwise, I can take you home."
Send him home? Where did he even have a home? Zuihua suddenly felt sad, and then he became obedient. He observed this man for a while, and he always felt that although he looked rich, he also had a look of misfortune. Maybe he had offended someone and would become unlucky in the future.
The man was wondering where to find the best vines. After thinking for a while, he said to the woman, "How about we go in seven days?"
The woman nodded and looked at Youcha. "Is there anything else I should pay attention to?"
Youcha was an open-minded person. "Sir, please think carefully about whether you have provoked any innocent life. The living are to be feared. If you have, you must offer sacrifices to them properly so that they can transcend."
Liu Binghai thought, yes, we must offer proper worship to the deceased and let him transcend!
I don’t know if the person at home has provided good fruits these days.
After hearing Youcha's words, the man finally smiled with relief. "Although I'm a businessman, I'm an honest and upright person. I never harm anyone's life, and I've never taken anyone's life. Speaking of this, I feel at ease and open-minded."
The woman looked at him calmly, "Then let's go back and make some preparations. We'll go check on the well again in seven days."
The man nodded and thanked Youcha.
He left in front of the drifting ice sea, and the drifting ice sea drifted down, thinking whether to follow him or go home.
Forget it. I’m a little tired after going out for a while. Even ghosts need to rest!
She brought Zuihua back to Liu Weiya's yard.
No matter what, the two masters of this big courtyard are more important. Every time the offerings on the altar are placed, her energy value will increase.
Look, it’s on the table again.
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