The actions of the big yellow dog and the two "mischievous little devils" made Zhao Youliang extremely embarrassed, while he secretly vowed revenge.
"You scoundrel, just you wait, when I've mastered my divine skills, I'll smash your balls in!"
The more he hated Zhao Youliang, the more respectful he became: "Brother Gou, Brother Gou, everything's alright here, go home and eat shit."
"I'm still busy for a while, then I'll go home."
"Don't worry, I won't miss the incense offering."
The big yellow dog seemed to understand Zhao Youliang's general meaning. After circling around Sister Yingchun a few times to please her, it carried its two little puppies on its back and swayed away with its big buttocks.
"Quantum, aren't you going home? Is something else going on?" Sister-in-law Yingchun asked curiously.
"Hmm. But don't worry, there's no danger."
"I'll have Li Mao take you back, and Brother Zhao can stay with me."
Police officer Xiao Zhao first helped Zhao Youliang return the mahogany box left by the sorcerer before asking questions.
"Quantum, why do you want me to accompany you?"
"I can't go too far, I'm afraid the station will have to respond to calls."
Zhao Youliang sat in the passenger seat, fastening his seatbelt as he replied, "We're not going out, just driving around the town."
A moment later, Officer Zhao understood what Zhao Youliang meant by "turning around":
It turned out that he was still worried about the residents of the town, fearing that the three evil spirits would harm them.
So he took a pen, ink, and yellow paper, drew the kind of "ghost-suppressing talisman" that had been pasted on the front door of Old Qiao's house, and pasted it on the front doors of each house.
One discovery during this process led Zhao Youliang to curse Guo Zhengde and his gang while he was "working".
It turns out that the five major local families had already pasted talismans on their doors.
The talisman, made of yellow silk and inscribed with Sanskrit, was clearly made by the fat lama.
As for ordinary residents other than the five major families, not a single household received a sticker.
"You bastards, they deserved their retribution, they're absolutely wicked!"
After working for almost two hours, until he had used up all the yellow paper and ink he had brought, Zhao Youliang still hadn't managed to "spread the favor evenly."
Of course, he also had his own selfish motives, prioritizing those who were good to him and Yingchun's sister-in-law.
Take Chen Wei's house for example; he stuck five talismans on it, covering the doors, windows, and even the range hood vents...
When Zhao Youliang returned to the paper-making shop after doing his best, he happened to be there to offer incense to the two dolls.
In the past, when Zhao Youliang offered incense, he would finish his task and leave immediately, never daring to linger or say anything unnecessary.
But for some reason, this time he found himself muttering to himself as if possessed.
"Brothers and sisters, we've known each other for so long, have I ever failed to do anything right?"
"We just want to ask, were these ghosts that keep harming people sent by you?"
"If you sent them, can you only target those who have wronged you? Let the others go."
"They are pitiful people too...it's not easy for anyone."
As soon as Zhao Youliang finished speaking, the electric light in the paper-making shop began to flicker violently, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.
Then all the paper figures came to life at once, turned their heads in unison, and stared intently at Zhao Youliang with their scarlet eyes.
The terrifying scene startled Zhao Youliang, who quickly bowed repeatedly to the puppet.
"Big brother, big sister, please don't be angry. I was wrong, okay?"
"I promise I won't talk nonsense again. I'll light three more incense sticks for you right now!"
As he spoke, Zhao Youliang hurriedly took three thick incense sticks and lit them with a gold lighter instead of his usual matches.
And after lighting the incense, he casually placed the lighter on the offering table in front of the two figurines.
At that moment, something magical happened:
The lights stopped flickering, and the paper figures closed their eyes as if they had been turned off.
Even the temperature inside the paper-making shop rose considerably.
Seeing this, Zhao Youliang thought that his pleading for mercy had worked.
He quickly climbed down the ladder and slipped into bed to sleep.
In my dream, the old man still preached, and the little monk, disguised as an adult, still demonstrated the "selflessness" of the three ultimate sword techniques to him.
......
No matter how late he goes to bed, Zhao Youliang always gets up on time to open his shop.
While lamenting the chill of the wind and the coldness of the bed, he pushed open the door of the paper-making shop.
At the same time, he asked obsequiously in the direction of the doghouse, "Brother Dog, are you and the two little devils up yet?"
"What do you three want to eat? I'll make it right away."
To Zhao Youliang's great surprise, the big yellow dog actually responded after hearing his voice.
He lazily crawled out and tossed a packaged cold noodles and roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) at Zhao Youliang's feet.
The meaning conveyed in his eyes was quite clear: "Eat up, it's a gift from your grandfather!"
Zhao Youliang was stunned and remained silent for a long time.
Who is the master, me or that scoundrel? Who is taking care of whom?
After a long while, Zhao Youliang finally came to his senses: So what if I'm being raised by a dog? At least I saved money on breakfast.
If you save fifteen or sixteen yuan a day, that's nearly five hundred yuan a month, and more than six thousand yuan a year!
Wouldn't it be better to use that money to buy nutritional supplements for your adoptive father? Or to buy your girlfriend study materials for her postgraduate entrance exam?
Upon realizing this, Zhao Youliang's humiliation at being treated like a dog vanished instantly, and he accepted the "food offered with contempt" with a fawning expression.
He kept bowing and scraping to the big yellow dog, saying, "Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!"
As for how the big yellow dog got this breakfast, need I say more?
They're extorting money from small vendors!
Who would dare ask a scoundrel for money? To ask him for money is like a mouse working as a prostitute for a cat—risking one's life for money!
After finishing this "food given with contempt," Zhao Youliang headed towards the steamed bun shop.
I bought a steamed bun and a tofu pudding to take to Uncle Liu who came yesterday.
To be honest, Zhao Youliang has surpassed most of his peers in respecting the elderly.
While waiting for his boss to pack his food, Zhao Youliang listened intently to the conversations around him.
He wanted to know if the evil spirits that came out last night had harmed anyone, and whether the paper talismans he had painstakingly pasted all night had been effective.
The good news is that no one really died in town last night; everyone is safe and sound.
The bad news is that Zhao Youliang, who did good deeds anonymously, was scolded: "I don't know who is so unethical as to put up 'ghostly talismans' on every house."
"It was glued on with super glue, and it's really hard to peel off!"
Even if you manage to peel it off with great effort, the residue won't come off!
"That's absolutely outrageous!!"
After hearing the above conversation, Zhao Youliang looked up at the sky speechlessly.
After a long while, he finally let out a long sigh: This must be what they call the loneliness of a hero!
Whatever, do whatever you want!
Anyway, we've achieved our goal of saving lives, so go ahead and criticize us!
Tonight I went door to door putting them on, and I even used super glue!
With a "what the hell" attitude, Zhao Youliang carried the packed breakfast toward the coffin shop.
Looking at that figure from behind, one senses a poignant sadness, like that of a fallen hero.
However, what he didn't know was, was the fact that the evil spirits didn't come out to harm people truly due to the talisman?!
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