Chapter 6: Stillbirth

"...get out." Cui Yu replied indifferently and put away the broken umbrella.

Zhang Jigang always felt that after his father's accident, Xueba's whole temperament had changed. It wasn't that his facial features were different or his senses had become better, but that he had revealed a restrained anger.

Especially to people other than yourself.

The car's exhaust fumes were thick, and the lower body of the car was covered in fog, as if it was floating in mid-air. It would be an understatement to call it a hearse.

After sitting down, Zhang Jigang couldn't help but stare at the old man. After all, it was the first time he saw someone dye their beard green!

And the license plate number, the dead dad, the dead dad, the dead dad, the one that was specially chosen to drive out on the day of the wake?

The old man didn't get out of the car, and Zhang Jigang didn't touch anything with his hands, but the car door opened by itself.

"Uncle, did you dye your beard yourself?"

The two got into the car. Before Cui Yu could speak, Zhang Jigang took the lead in chatting with the driver.

The old man smiled, smoothed his beard with his hand, and said with a smile: "My wife dyed it."

Zhang Jigang hesitated for a moment, raised his elbow and hit Cui Yu: "What does his wife mean? He doesn't know?"

As soon as Zhang Jigang lay back, he felt something soft lying on his back. He stretched out his hand and grabbed a bunch of fine velvet hair.

At this time, a baby's head crawled out from the gap in the seat. The body seemed to have no bones and only a skin. Compared with the head, the limbs looked like an underdeveloped Pipi shrimp that could only crawl.

The two eyes are holes filled with round black glass beads, hare lips, and no teeth.

Zhang Jigang felt a chill in his heart, his fingernails were digging into his flesh, and he did not dare to breathe.

"Don't be afraid."

Cui Yu stared at the thing, with a glint in his eyes.

It was so frightened that it got out from between Zhang Jigang's knees and slowly crawled towards the old man with a green beard.

"I'm not afraid...Who told you that I was afraid..." Zhang Jigang was in shock, his neck still shrinking, and he leaned a little closer to Cui Yu.

Cui Yu raised his lips and smiled: "Because you pinch me and it hurts."

If it weren't for the nail marks on the back of his hands, Zhang Jigang could have been tougher for a while.

The old man held up the thing with one hand and put it on his shoulder: "This is my son, nicknamed Momo."

Zhang Jigang: "..."

"Thirteen, are Ji Gang willing to have you?

" Zhang Jigang was confused when he heard this, but Cui Yu looked unhappy: "Whether he wants it or not is his business, is it your turn to take care of it?"

Zhang Jigang's eyes suddenly flashed, and he grabbed the back of the front seat with both hands and stuck his head out and asked: "You Why call him Thirteen? I have never met you, unlike the driver of the Cui family.

"As for Thirteen..." The old man stroked his beard and smiled: "It's just a nickname.

" Hua." Cui Yu rubbed the bridge of his nose and lay back.

Zhang Jigang looked suspicious: "Ancestor sells toiletries?"

Cui Yu chuckled: "... He has the same surname as you, we are a family."

Zhang Hua had obvious wrinkles around his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth: "I am your uncle and grandpa "

It was quiet at night, and the black Volkswagen drove into the city hospital tremblingly.

On the fourth floor, the light in room 404 is on.

When he entered the ward, Zhang Rucheng seemed to be still breathing heavily, wearing a breathing mask on his face.

Thinking of accumulating virtue before his death, Zhang Jigang reluctantly called his grandfather.

Zhang Rucheng slowly sat up and took off the ventilator. The two old men looked at each other. Zhang Hua took off the mink hat on his head and put it on his chest. He shouted: "Brother..."

Mo Mo said from Zhang Hua's The shoulders crawled into the pockets of clothes on the chest, revealing the sleepy head leaning on it.

"My Zhang family is exhausted and destined to be extinct. Ah Min came to me just now to cry and complain. I have grudges against my children and my grandchildren. I have done too many bad things in my life. I should go to that shelter to repent."

The old man sighed and moved quickly. Lift the quilt, take two steps with your legs down to the ground.

Zhang Jigang couldn't feel any signs that his grandfather was about to pass away, and his expression was complicated.

"I don't have much time, so

let's make a long story short." Zhang Rucheng looked at his grandson and revealed the reasons that had been buried in his heart for decades.

The Zhang family has been exorcists for generations, and all the way up to Great-grandfather Zhang Rucheng is a well-known family in the list of exorcists.

In addition to this list, there is also a book called "Methods for Determining Evil", which contains more than 700 kinds of magical instruments.

The magic weapon can control the ghostly presence and stay of the soul in the world, and a mature spirit with good faith can transform it into one.

A ghost exorcist must have a magic weapon to be able to gain a foothold, be unafraid of evil spirits, know how to channel spirits, and distinguish between good and evil so that the family will last long.

However, one member of the Zhang family burned the magic weapon that accompanied him, and was swallowed up by the evil spirit and turned into a ghost. From then on, the Zhang family was cursed and removed from the list.

After that, every generation of men will be haunted by evil spirits. Those with the most pure nature among the descendants will be born as living dead, or even stillborn.

Resurrection goes against the will of heaven, and the consequences can be imagined.

More than ten years ago, Zhang Jigang's father was a living dead, so his grandmother begged her son's lover to agree to a shady marriage, using the yang energy of a living person to dispel evil spirits and prolong her life.

As for Zhang Jigang, he was stillborn at birth.

So Zhang Rucheng used the blood of the condemned prisoners to raise his grandson, in order to ensure that the Zhang family would continue to have descendants and that one day he could return to the list.

The reason why Zhang Jigang couldn't escape was because he was the only one among the six sisters.

Zhang Ruyi glanced at Cui Yu with a resentful look: "...but it seems that we are still going to die! Ahem..."

Cui Yu shrugged and pretended that the matter had nothing to do with him.

Zhang Jigang watched his grandfather take out a warmed tin stick from under the pillow and handed it to him: "This is our family's ancestral magic weapon, and its magic power has weakened. I wanted to give it to you for self-defense, but if you think about it carefully, you It's better to die with me."

Feeling that the end was coming, Zhang Rucheng slumped down on the stainless steel chair in the hospital and said in a heavy tone: "Ji Gang, I'll wait for you there."

Zhang Jigang glanced at him with disgust . Eye-popping stick: "Why should I die?"

"You will be haunted by evil spirits in your life. You will die early and late... It's all death..."

"I won't die!"

Cui Yu was amused, covered his mouth and chuckled.

"You...you..."

With his eyelids drooped, Zhang Rucheng seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep and never spoke again.

Zhang Jigang stretched out his finger and put it close to his grandfather's nose, and he ran out of breath.

Zhang Hua wiped away the tears hanging by his eyes, turned calm within three seconds, and stared at Cui Yu.

"The magical weapon is passed down from our ancestors. They definitely don't want you."

Zhang Jigang was irritated by the back-and-forth conversation between the two people and shouted: "What do you mean?! Say it! Cui Yu, say it!"

Xuan Guang flashed, Cui Yu disappeared out of thin air, and a silver pocket watch fell into his palm!

The four needles are of different lengths, hours, minutes, seconds, and a [Si needle] that only Zhang Jigang can see.

"The needle has turned to thirteen o'clock. It drives out spirits, punishes evil, kills ghosts and eliminates evil spirits. I am the oldest in the list. Those idiots call me, Thirteen."

The pocket watch is beating in the palm of my hand with the fire of hell, and Cui Yu's voice is heard. In Che's ears, there was a fondness that made uncle and grandpa feel sick to his stomach.

"However, you still call me Cui Yu, or... Ayu."

As if to deliberately show off his skills, the silver pocket watch swayed twice in Zhang Jigang's palm, and the ancestral tin staff clicked, and a line appeared from top to bottom. crack.

Zhang Hua sighed: "What a sin..."

The Sanqing Tin Staff is a high-quality magic weapon. If you take it to the ghost exorcist trading group, they will raise the price and make millions, but this grandson destroyed it!

After a sudden transformation, Cui Yu landed smoothly on his feet, picked up the broken stick with one hand, squeezed it gently, and turned into a wisp of white smoke with a hissing sound.

"I will wait for you to awaken your bloodline when you are eighteen years old. You have to endure it very hard before that..." Cui Yu's tone actually had a coquettish tone.

Zhang Jigang was stunned, covering his chest and shouting: "... Damn it, you are not human!!!"

...

Three days later, Zhang Rucheng was buried. The funeral was huge and crowded, according to the county magistrate's posture. Go and do it.

But when Zhang Jigang received his inheritance with excitement, his brows immediately twisted into knots.

In addition to the one million left by his uncle and grandfather, he only received a pile of yellowed ancient books that filled the entire bedroom. He could not understand a word of them. The only book with modern characters on it read: "Exorcism of Ghosts" Directory of Teachers.

The other real estate cash had already been collected by the aunt and uncle at the family meeting, and the last one million was donated by Zhang Hua.

"Zhang Ruyi!!! Damn it!!!"

Zhang Jigang wished he could rush to the cemetery right now, dig out the ashes of his father and grandfather and pour them into the sewer.

In the end, more than half a million of that one million was used to buy a house.

Duan Juanjuan lived in a new house with her name on it for the first time in her life, and she had mixed feelings.

She hugged Zhang Jigang and cried with joy: "Your grandpa still loves you! Thinking of us and my mother! Woo hoo..."

Zhang Jigang tightened his fingers and rubbed them down from his face, leaving red marks.

"Uh-huh, yes, hehehe."

He could only laugh dryly.

The price for taking that million was heavy.

Zhang Hua drove Zhang Jigang back to his tent that night. Before leaving, he said: "Call me after you finish the college entrance examination and I will go find you. Don't think about running away. From now on, you will be mine in this world." My only relative, the one million will be considered as your pension."

After looking at his uncle Momo affectionately for a few seconds, he watched Zhang Hua drive away.

He didn't know where Zhang Hua went or whether he had left Liaocheng City, but the sense of oppression left by the old man lingered on him.

That black Volkswagen can appear out of thin air and disappear at will.

In short, you can't get rid of it.

After picking up his mood and returning to school, the moment he saw Cui Yu, he couldn't help but stare: "...you are no longer a human being, why are you still taking the college entrance examination?"

"I have to be ranked first everywhere." Cui Yu looked like He clasped his hands in front of his chest like a man and pointed at Zhang Jigang's math problem book: "The answer to this question is wrong, please try it again."

"You..."

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, being raped by something inhuman. Kiss, what kind of magic story is this?

What makes him even more anxious is that in three months he will take the most important exam in his life, the college entrance examination.

It would be a lie to say that he is not nervous, because the standard of living has improved overnight, making Duan Juanjuan full of expectations for the future. His expectations for himself have also increased, and he can no longer be calm.

He picked up the pen again and looked at the blackboard.

His heartbeat quickened and his blood boiled.

From a life where I was so poor that I didn't even dare to fall in love early, to now, I can suddenly afford to buy a house with more than 500,000 yuan left in my hand.

It seems like I can really afford college.

He wanted to give it a try and give it a try.

When he corrected his attitude, everyone instantly realized that Zhang Jigang, the crane tail who had remained unchanged for thousands of years, seemed to be deeply stimulated by the death of his father, and seemed to have changed into a different person.

As the calendar pages were torn off, Zhang Jigang's class ranking rose to 30th, 20th, 10th...