He spoke sincerely, but Xu Milu still remembered Wei Zheng's rule of "yin and yang not communicating," and shook her head:
"I've heard people say that if a wandering spirit has unfulfilled wishes, it can appear in a dream to its family and relatives. Why are you asking me for that?"
“Young lady, you are unaware of the mysteries of dreams. I have only been gone for a little over a year, and my wife weeps every day and cannot sleep at night. Even when she dreams at night, she cannot remember what she said in the dream when she wakes up the next day. In addition, my soul is unstable, and even if I am haunted by dreams every day, it will not help…”
The constable touched the ligature marks on his neck; a string of bloody tears streamed down his pale, ghostly face, making him look even more horrifying.
"In my previous life, I was a hopeless gambler. I lost all my family's land deeds in a bet, leaving behind a lot of money and debts. Only my wife and two children were left to depend on each other. I died suddenly, and my wife had no money to rely on. The creditors didn't know that I had left behind some private property, so they buried me here—"
Before he could finish speaking, Xu Milu interrupted him:
"This is a restaurant, not a hell. If you want to be summoned in a dream, go find someone else."
The constable didn't know why Xu Milu had suddenly turned cold, but smelling the fragrance in the air, he seemed to still be alive, and stammered:
"Then, I'd like a stew of radish and beef offal. I don't have anything else. I used to do odd jobs, and all I have is the skill of beating people with a board. I wonder if that can be exchanged for a meal?"
"The skill of wielding a cane?"
Xu Milu raised an eyebrow.
"That's right! This caning looks simple, but there's a lot to learn. My father was a jailer, and my grandfather was also a jailer. When it was passed down to me, I figured out a way to do it. Some canes look heavy and make a loud noise when they hit you, but if you hit fifty times in a row, even if you wrapped a piece of tofu in a cloth, the tofu wouldn't break."
Some of those boards look light and make little noise when they hit, but ten strokes can turn a bundle of straw into dust!
The constable spoke with great enthusiasm, and Xu Milu was tempted.
Isn't this similar to the force control that Cui Shengguo had her practice?
Her expression softened: "Sure, every profession has its outstanding talents. It's a skill for a jailer to have developed such a skill. You can exchange this skill for a meal. Do you need anything else?"
The constable was overjoyed and exclaimed, "I want the fried vegetables you just made! They smell absolutely delicious!"
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