It was late at night, and Lin Jie raised his hand and felt the wind, but there was no feeling at all. He now believed that he was indeed a "dead person".

Su Daoquan stood in front of the dilapidated experimental building, pushed the door and went in.

Lin Jie couldn't help but be amazed. Just tonight, they came to explore and were just wandering around outside. This master was not afraid of heaven or earth.

Because the door has been abandoned for a long time, as soon as the door opened, a gust of wind brought dust. There were still scattered pieces of paper confetti on the ground and sponge webs in the corners of the walls. It looked a bit cunning in the middle of the night.

Su Daoquan's nose arched and frowned.

"It's still old-fashioned, it's really delicious."

Su Daoquan took out a large gourd from the sack, opened the lid, shook his hands, and layers of black powder shook out, and spread along the corridor.

Lin Jie was curious and was about to reach out to touch him.

"I want to die." Master Dao shouted loudly, and Lin Jie was startled.

"Master Dao, what is this?"

“Boiler ash.”

"What?" Lin Jie was stunned when he heard this, and then he showed a strange look: "What am I doing, a pinch of boiler ash, as for such a fuss."

"You know nothing."

"In the past, the kitchen was always for the god of the kitchen, and the big iron pot was used for fire, so the ash of the stove was the most ward off evil spirits, especially the big iron pots that were used in the past. In the early years, those Feng Shui masters and Taoists who traveled around had special people to collect them."

Lin Jie suddenly realized that he had heard from the old man that when moving, he must make a fire and cook to make the house angry, so that it can be peaceful and easy to get protection.

"Rice cookers, microwave ovens, and gas stoves are so popular now. There are very few big iron pots made by firewood, only available in some remote areas. Do you know how much does this half-gourd furnace ash cost? "

"How much?" Lin Jie asked subconsciously. When he mentioned money, his eyes shone. There was no way, who made him lack this?

Master Dao raised his hand and slapped him.

"Fifty?"

"You have never seen anything in the world, fifty yuan, you can sell your butt."

"Five hundred?" Lin Jie was stunned. This thing is so valuable? He had seen it in the countryside when he was a child. He even used branches to scrape it and paint on the ground.

"Five thousand!"

Master Dao almost scared Lin Jie to death again.

"What? What's the difference between this and robbing?"

"You know, my ash is a decade old. In the past, when many wealthy families built houses, they would invite a handful of them and sprinkle them at the bottom. Even when building walls, they would mix them to ward off evil spirits and stabilize the house."

"For five thousand yuan, I still have a way, Master Dao, otherwise you will just hold the money and wait for the scam."

Su Daoquan looked contemptuous, held the gourd, shook and spread it all over the road.

Lin Jie was curious, and took advantage of Su Daoquan's attention and hooked his feet to step on the ashes.

Who knew that before he could touch it, he felt a hot and burning feeling coming from the soles of his feet, as if it was burning, grinding his heart and lungs.

Lin Jie gritted his teeth, his eyes flushed red, and he didn't scream.

Master Dao paused, glanced at him, showed a sneer, but didn't say anything.

"Damn, am I really dead?" Lin Jie still felt a little unacceptable.

In fact, he didn't feel much. If it weren't for the strange things he met tonight, he wouldn't have thought that he would have been a dead person even if he hadn't been killed.

"Hehe, oil, don't worry." Master Dao grinned and showed his yellow teeth.

"Slowly you realize that you are a dead person."

"Your memory will fade away, and your connection to the world will become weaker and weaker until you leave, or be destroyed."

"Memories will disappear? Why?" Lin Jie changed color slightly.

"Nonsense, I didn't say that you are not clean and the frequency bands of this world. In other words, this world is clear water, and you are boiling oil. Once you blend together, you will naturally thump until one side is annihilated."

Lin Jie frowned, maybe this is the so-called rule.

No wonder there is a saying that after a person dies, he will be a taboo every seven days. If one taboo is a spirit dispersed, the seven or seven or seven or fourty or nine days will be over, and the seven or seven or seven or seven or seven or seven ores will be dispersed, and the spirit will be removed from the position.

"Master Dao, where will people go after they die?"

"Will you know if you are waiting?" Su Daoquan didn't raise his head and soon arrived at the second floor.

When he arrived here, the sack behind him suddenly moved, scaring Lin Jie to take two steps back.

Su Daoquan raised his eyes and looked at him with some contempt: "You are all dead, and you are still afraid of a ghost. This is the first time you have seen such a cowardly person."

"I&%￥#@..." Lin Jie cursed countless times in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them came to a classroom and pushed the door open.

If Lin Jie was still alive, he would probably be furious.

On the ceiling, a figure hung there, wrapped in red silk, and his face was pale. This person was no one else, but himself.

"Oh my god, the ancestor of the immortals!" Lin Jie couldn't help but curse.

"Boy, you are lucky. Few people can still recognize the corpse by themselves after they die." Master Dao grinned, his long nails were like blades. With a light stroke, Lin Jie's body fell down.

Plop...

The dull sound of landing made Lin Jie suck his teeth.

"Master Dao, I said, can you be gentle?"

"Are you nervous? You're all a corpse, can you still scream in pain?" Master Dao was completely at the top of the chain of contempt.

"Wait, it's not right."

Suddenly, Master Dao paused and stared at Lin Jie with a strange look on his face. His eyes rolled, showing a look of surprise.

"What's wrong?" Lin Jie was stunned by his reaction.

"Something is wrong, but I can't remember what's wrong."

Su Daoquan frowned, as if this feeling made him extremely uncomfortable. His whole neck shrank and his eyes turned, like the King Kong in the temple, staring round.

"That... Master Dao, let's do the serious business. Are my friends still alive?" Lin Jie asked.

What he cares most about is naturally Luo Xiaobai. Of course, the other three people who are willing to take care of it.

"I'm so fascinated by lust, and I still don't forget the woman at this time." Master Dao shook his head.

"Oh my god's ancestor, will this old man die if he doesn't complain?"

Lin Jie was speechless. Master Dao didn't know if he had lived too long. He could tell what he was thinking at first glance.

Su Daoquan ignored him and sat cross-legged beside Lin Jie's body, and took out a black box from the sack.

As soon as I opened it, a pungent smell of fishy smell came to my face, and there was a fishy red liquid inside, which looked a bit like blood.

"Master Dao, is this rooster blood?" Lin Jie's eyes lit up.

Master Dao looked speechless: "Have you watched too many Hong Kong ghost movies? Can rooster blood be useful?"
Chapter completed!