Chapter 8: Empty Coffin Funeral, If You Die, I Can Save You
"Master, you must have a way, right?"
At this moment, Wang Dachun only wanted to ask Meng Fuling to save his life, otherwise he would die tomorrow night.
"Didn't you drive away that ghost groom and cancel that ghost marriage?"
"Is this also possible for me? Will I be fine if I just burn this human skin fan?"
He asked in panic, but only saw Meng Fuling shaking her head: "No!"
"This can't be solved by just burning it. This evil ghost has been sucking the yang energy of seven people for hundreds of years."
"Even if you throw it away, it won't make any difference. She's already set her sights on you and won't change her target."
"Then, what should I do?" Wang Dachun was at a loss and had completely lost hope.
Wang Dachun should have been rich and powerful, and was not destined to die early, but he was too greedy and lustful, which shortened his life.
But Meng Fuling thought that if she captured the Rakshasa ghost, she should be able to collect the ingredients for Meng Po soup.
Her eyes were deep, and after a while she said, "You can let me save you, but I have a request!"
Hearing that he could still be saved, Wang Dachun wanted to kneel down and said, "Master, tell me, I'm willing to pay you any amount of money."
"I only charge a fee for fortune-telling. I won't ask for a penny more. But I want you to hand over all the antiques in your house that you obtained illegally."
Those things shouldn't be in his home, but in a national museum.
This was done to reduce his sins and to keep the antiques where they belonged.
Wang Dachun was overjoyed when he heard this and said immediately, "Okay, I'll listen to you, Master. I promise to hand them all in tomorrow and not keep any."
"Okay, if you are willing to do it, I will save you!" Meng Fuling said on the spot.
"But this Rakshasa ghost is too violent. In your case, I must go there myself."
"You will send me your home address in a private message later, and I will come to your house to exorcise the ghost myself tomorrow."
"But if you come to my house, you have to pay double the fee."
"Understood!" Wang Dachun agreed excitedly, and the lackey quickly brushed two carnivals.
When the fans heard that Meng Fuling would come to their house in person tomorrow, they became excited.
[Master, can you live stream the ghost-collecting session tomorrow? We want to watch it too.]
"That's right, we also want to witness the exorcism in person. We've only seen it on TV in our lives."
[Yes, I also want to watch the master exorcise ghosts. Please fulfill the fans' wish.]
Nowadays, so many people want to watch exorcism, and she can't decide on her own.
"We have to ask Wang Dachun for his consent!" Meng Fuling asked Wang Dachun, "Do you agree to live broadcast?"
"I agree, of course I agree. As long as Master saves my life, I'll agree to anything!"
Meng Fuling nodded: "Okay, I'll come to your house around 12 noon tomorrow!"
"Master! What should we do tonight?" Wang Dachun was extremely scared and kept looking at the human skin fan.
She comforted him: "Don't worry, she won't come out tonight. After all, tomorrow is the day she transforms into a human."
"She's also going to be ready to take over your body, so you're safe tonight."
"Oh, that's good!" Wang Dachun sighed, "Then I'll wait for the master to come tomorrow."
After closing the live broadcast room, Meng Fuling’s three divinations for the day were over.
I looked at my current income and found that I earned nearly 10,000 yuan today.
It was just after midnight, and she withdrew the money to Taobao.
Although there is still a gap before I can pay back the debt, at least I don’t have to worry about having no food to eat for now.
The next day, early morning.
Meng Fuling first went to a nearby supermarket to buy ink, cinnabar and yellow paper.
He drew a lot of talismans and carried them with him, then he held the big rooster and prepared to take the bus to Wang Dachun's house.
Because Xiaoman couldn't let the bus go, Meng Fuling was kicked off by the bus driver.
Xiaoman was the name she gave to the big rooster. She wanted to save some money but ended up having to take a taxi.
Unfortunately, Wang Dachun's home is in the luxury villa area on Southwest Chenglu, which is relatively remote and takes a long time to drive there.
"Little girl, the place you're going to is too far. It's a wealthy area. Do you live there?"
The driver chatted with her in a good mood, but the big cock in her arms kept staring at her.
Meng Fuling replied calmly: "No, I went there to exorcise ghosts!"
"What? Exorcism?" The uncle looked at Meng Fuling in surprise.
The pretty girl is not quite normal in her mind. I didn’t expect that she is actually a charlatan.
The taxi was driving on the small road, and soon it started to rain outside.
Soon, white mist rose up from all around. Meng Fuling glanced at the sky, calculated with her fingers, and whispered, "It looks like I'll meet my destined benefactor today."
"Uncle driver, please drive slowly for a while."
The driver didn't take the mysterious words seriously: "Don't worry, girl. I'm a very good driver."
"Just listen to me!" she said firmly.
"Squeak!" As he was speaking, the car suddenly braked to a stop, and the two people fell directly from their seats.
The driver was so scared that his face turned pale and he almost hit the oncoming car.
I saw a huge convoy in front of me stopping at the same time. It turned out that the road was blocked.
The road is too narrow, barely enough for two cars to pass, but the convoy in front of us has occupied the entire road.
"Oh my!" The driver couldn't help but complain: "What are these people doing? They have to block the road."
Looking closely at the convoy in front of him, he saw that every black luxury car had a white cloth tied on the front of the car.
The black car following closely behind was carrying a mahogany coffin. It turned out to be a funeral procession.
"Hua La La!" White paper money was flying in the air, making the weather even more gloomy and eerie.
The driver couldn't help but complain: "Oh, I actually ran into a funeral procession, what bad luck."
"Bad luck?" Meng Fuling's lips curled up into a smile: "This is good fortune, not bad luck."
She pushed open the car door and walked to the front of the leading funeral car holding the big rooster.
Seeing someone stopping a car, a man in a black suit got out of the lead car.
The man saw Meng Fuling looking her up and down and urged her venomously, "Who are you? Get out of the way."
In the past, when people encountered funerals on the path, the living would usually give way to the dead.
She held up three fingers and stopped the car: "Three thousand yuan, I'll save your life."
As she spoke, Meng Fuling's gaze passed over the driver and looked directly at the people in the car through the dark car window.
At this moment, a pair of dark eyes in the car looked at her, and a man's low and weak voice slowly came: "Let her go."
"Yes!" the man answered, and then he came up and shouted angrily: "Where did you come from, you lunatic? Get out of the way."
The taxi driver was terrified and quickly got out to persuade her: "This is a funeral, let's get out of the way."
"Little girl, the dead have always been the most important. Let the person in the coffin go first."
Just by looking at the size of the convoy, one can guess that the cars came from the wealthy area of Southwest City Road, so this family must be either rich or noble.
Her eyes swept over the red carved coffin on the car, which was nailed shut with seven nails and had a bell hanging on it and yellow talisman paper stuck on it.
Meng Fuling smiled faintly: "Are you talking about the coffin? There is no dead person in it."
The man was stunned: "What are you talking about, woman?"
She then looked at the people in the car: "But you are going to die. You will die in less than ten minutes!"
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