Upon hearing this, Luo Tianhe dejectedly ran his hands through his hair and squatted down.
Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but feel a little emotional, remembering the first time I met him.
He was wearing a black suit at the time, surrounded by a large entourage, exuding an aura of dominance.
Now, it's more than just a mess.
I patted him on the shoulder.
"Let's go back first. Let's do our best and leave the rest to fate."
Luo Tianhe stopped agonizing over it. He stood up, as if suddenly remembering something, slapped his forehead, and ran off in one direction.
Seeing the head he was holding, I felt a little embarrassed. The impression the ghost priest had given me was so shocking that I had forgotten that Ant was still completely confused.
I took the head. Luo Tianhe's meaning was clear: he wanted me to help the ants save face.
Fortunately, none of my tools were lost. I took out my needle and thread and quickly sewed the ant's head back on.
Apart from the skin rotting, pus flowing out, and maggots crawling around in the mouth, nose, and eyes, there was nothing seriously wrong.
I reached out to try and make the ant close its eyes and rest, but I couldn't do it no matter how many times I tried. Upon closer inspection, I realized that its eyelids were missing. Helpless, I had to take out a needle and thread and forcibly sew them back on.
Luo Tianhe felt a little sorry for him and turned his head away. I gently kicked him.
"What, scared?"
His voice was somewhat hoarse:
"It's nothing, I was just wondering if one day I'll end up like this, being patched and mended by you."
"You're overthinking it. Good people don't live long, but bad people live a thousand years. I'll definitely be ahead of you in the end. If my corpse isn't very presentable, find me a cobbler who has half the skills I have, no, even a third of them."
I shrugged and said casually.
Having experienced so much, I've long since become indifferent to life and death.
Luo Tianhe nodded solemnly.
"Don't worry, I'll definitely spend a lot of money to find you the best cobbler!"
The lightning sword was still in the ghost Taoist's tomb. We could only find flat stones to use as shovels and worked until noon before we could barely dig out a pit that was one meter deep, one meter wide, and one meter long.
Fortunately, the soil here is loose; otherwise, even if we wore our hands out, we wouldn't be able to give the ants a decent grave.
"Brother, I'll bring you a truckload of paper money next time I come back. If you need anything, just buy it yourself down there."
Luo Tianhe said his final farewell to the body, and we began filling in the pit. Before long, a new mound appeared in this mass grave.
...
That night.
We finally got back to the city, and the passersby couldn't help but stare at us as we looked so disheveled.
Luo Tianhe, with his outstanding looks, managed to borrow a young girl's phone to make a call.
Soon, one of his men arrived at our location in a black van. After getting in, Luo Tianhe first instructed the driver to take me to my home, and then gave me two thick stacks of money.
"Take this first, and ask me for more if you need more."
I didn't refuse. Anyway, Luo Tianhe isn't short of money, while I'm a real pauper.
"Luo Tianhe, I want to open a funeral home to cater to customers who need a respectable living."
Luo Tianhe nodded. He knew I needed to collect resentment, and because of Lao Dao, he was also very concerned about this matter.
"By the way, I can't manage the funeral home by myself. Can you help me hire a few employees? They should be born on the fifth day of the fifth lunar month or the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month."
My grandfather once told me that the fifth day of the fifth lunar month is a poisonous month and an evil day. Children born on this day have extremely strong yang energy, which means they have a very strong destiny!
After all, what I'm about to do is basically dealing with ghosts. If I don't find someone with a tough life, I'll be all alone in no time.
The fifteenth of the seventh lunar month is the Ghost Festival, which is said to be the day when the gates of the underworld open and ghosts return to the human world. Children born on this day are considered to be spirit children, with extremely heavy yin energy, and it is normal for them to have things like the ability to see ghosts.
"Okay, is there anything else you require?"
"If possible, it would be best to be someone who is all alone and has no relatives or friends."
I added.
This kind of solitary star without any relatives is the best manifestation of a strong destiny.
Moreover, since he has no relatives, there are fewer people who will be saddened by his death, which can be considered as creating less karma.
Upon hearing this, Luo Tianhe suddenly stared intently at me.
I frowned, somewhat puzzled:
"Why are you staring at me like that? Do I have a flower on my face or a ghost on my back?"
"No, it's just that I remembered, aren't you also all alone...?"
...
Soon, the car arrived at my rented apartment. I jumped out with the money in my hand, turned around, and said:
"Don't forget what I told you."
Luo Tianhe waved his hand.
"Don't worry, even if you forget, I won't forget."
I've long since lost my keys, but luckily I always keep a spare key under the carpet, so I don't need to call the locksmith advertised on the door.
I crouched down and lifted the carpet, but it felt a bit difficult, and I immediately realized something was wrong.
I bought the most ordinary carpet, weighing at most two or three pounds, how could it possibly make me feel tired?
When the carpet was lifted, I discovered that blood, whether from the crack in the door or somewhere else, had stuck the carpet to the floor.
Fortunately, the key is still there.
I couldn't help but smile with pleasure. I nonchalantly picked up the key from the bloodstains, stood up, tore off the couplet on the door, wiped it clean, and then inserted the key into the keyhole.
The moment I opened the door, a chilling aura swept in. A white silk ribbon, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, hung from the ceiling in the entryway, with a hanged ghost on it, staring right at me.
She hung there silently, like a moth caught in a spider's web.
"I haven't been home in a long time, and I'm surprised to find that I'm living with a beautiful woman. What a pleasant surprise!"
To be honest, this hanged woman couldn't be called a beauty.
Her neck had been strangled, her chin was almost touching her collarbone, and a swollen, purplish tongue, like a fat maggot, was squeezed out from between her unable-to-close teeth.
However, fair skin can cover up a hundred flaws, and this hanged ghost's fair skin is definitely a plus.
I stretched. This kind of ghost can only scare ordinary people. If it were me before, I might still run away, but now I just feel that I don't have to worry about thieves breaking into my house.
I bypassed the hanged ghost and went to the bathroom, intending to take a shower first. As expected, I turned on the tap and bright red blood slowly flowed out.
I was getting impatient and shouted at the hanged ghost in the entryway:
"Hey, are you ever going to stop? If you have too much blood, go donate it at the blood donation van at the crossroads. If you keep up these petty tricks, believe me, I'll have you sent to the afterlife!"
People are afraid of ghosts to some extent, but ghosts are afraid of people to some extent, especially now that I have the confidence to back up my game.
As soon as I finished speaking, the faucet returned to normal, and warm water flowed out.
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