Soul-eating Golden Coffin

"Little brat, are you enchanted by ghosts? Why are you asking for his name? Do you know that you're only half alive and you're still in the mood to play this game? " Zhang Shan was a little disappointed that he had failed.

"Yes, they don't know what I can do, but she said there are experts over there who know. Do you want to ask them?" I quickly pointed to the north side of the railway bridge, changing the subject to save him the trouble of making use of it.

"What do you think? If I don't ask you, are you waiting for death? " Zhang Shan glared at me. He had obviously seen through my tricks. Only he didn't know what the woman had said to me, and he was too embarrassed to go on blaming me.

In order to prevent the debris from hindering passersby and also to show respect for the dead, under Zhang Shan's insistence, we spent a few minutes piling up the shattered pieces of cement and bones in a relatively conspicuous place on the side of the road. As long as someone looks in here tomorrow, they'll find out and notify the police, and the rest of the job will be theirs.

As for whether the suspect will be caught or not, it's none of our business. Besides, the victim has already said that she doesn't want to pursue the matter, so I'm too busy to take care of myself. Besides, it's not our job.

Putting the gravel in place, we climbed up the ramp and headed for the other side of the bridge. This time we were a lot more careful, and we kept to the side as much as possible. I didn't want to experience the feeling of a typhoon of the twelfth grade.

The line was still full of people, but they kept their heads down as they walked. As expected, Zhang Shan couldn't see a single one of them, and I could only try my best to stay as far away from them as possible.

About two hundred meters north of the bridge, we found another room with a light on by the railway. He looked at his watch. It was already 2 in the morning and there were still people who hadn't rested yet. He walked up to a small courtyard and discovered that the door to the courtyard was wide open. The ten square meter courtyard was littered with abandoned mineral water, cola, and beer bottles. There was only one room in the yard, and there was no door. Inside the room, there was a scavenger looking old man who was earnestly tying up a large stack of compressed cardboard boxes.

I looked at Zhang Shan, my heart feeling confused, could this be the Master Qian that Gao Yuan spoke of? Zhang Shan was much more straightforward than me. Without saying a word, he entered the courtyard, stepping on the plastic bottles until they clattered loudly. He walked up to the old man and asked loudly: "Hello, are you Master Qian?"

Come to think of it, it was strange that the old man didn't hear such a big commotion caused by Zhang Shan, who was still tidying up his crappy pile of cardboard boxes. Zhang Shan was lit on fire, he turned and said to me: "That girl shouldn't be lying to you, right? In order to run away, she lied to us that she had some kind of master. It can't be that deaf and dumb old garbage collector, right? "

He had always thought that Gao Yuan had deliberately wanted to kill him, and later on was even dissatisfied with me for letting her go without saying a word. Now that he met such a scrap picker, Zhang Shan's tolerance was close to its limit.

I kept an eye on the old man's every move and found that while he was tying the boxes, the nylon grass he was tying up had been broken twice, and each time he was tying it up in two strands.

Everyone knew the hardness of nylon grass. Ordinary people might have broken their hands, but they might not be able to break them with their strength alone. This old man looks to be at least 60 years old. Furthermore, the cardboard box isn't sharp and can't cut through the nylon grass. The strangest thing is that before I could even see the old man's strength, the two pieces of nylon grass broke. I think even if Zhang Shan wanted to do it, he would definitely strangle his hand until it hurts. It can be seen that this old man is not ordinary!

When Zhang Shan saw that the old man and I did not bother to pay attention to him, he became bored. He placed the fire on the old man and turned to get rid of him.

"Be careful!" Just as Zhang Shan's hand touched the old man's shoulder, I noticed that the nylon grass in the old man's hand broke for the third time. The blade in his hand flew towards Zhang Shan's right cheek with a gust of wind, I immediately warned Zhang Shan so that he would avoid the attack.

"Pa", before I could finish speaking, Zhang Shan's face was hit hard by the Nylon Grass, and a red mark instantly appeared on his right cheek. Fortunately, it did not have much weight, so he could not bear the multiple injuries.

Although I don't know whether this old man who picked up scraps was Master Qian, but his skills and strength definitely exceeded the scope of what ordinary people could understand. For a light and weightless thing like nylon grass, to actually be able to use it to give Zhang Shan a big slap, it was clear how good it was.

Zhang Shan was startled for two seconds, he reckoned that it was not a coincidence, but rather that the old man was making things difficult for him. Therefore, this guy was finally filled with anger. Without caring about respecting his elders and cherishing his children, relying on his height and strength, he shouted towards the old man: "Good! Old man, I didn't know he was a practitioner. Come on! Let's spar! " As he spoke, he reached for the old man's wrist.

I hurried into the courtyard to stop them, but as soon as I took a step I felt a large shadow pass overhead and fall to the ground behind me. The old man was the only one left in the room. He knew who had flown out without asking.

The old man finally put down the nylon grass and slowly turned around. He had a high nose bridge, sunken eye sockets, and a dark goatee. He looked rather like someone from the Middle East. The clothes all over his body were dirty, and it was impossible to see their original color.

If it wasn't for the fact that he had revealed this move earlier and walked among the crowd, I definitely wouldn't have been able to see any difference between him and the other scrap pickers.

"Kid, you have good eyesight. You can see the strength in my hand with just two or three glances." The old man finally spoke. His voice was hoarse, as if he had taken a mouthful of phlegm.

"The two of you let go of my money tree, so it's fine that I didn't go and settle the score with you two, but you still dared to come and find me. Speak, what do you want? " The old man had his hands behind his back and was walking toward me.

"You said that Gao Yuan is your money tree?" I was confused. How could a dead man earn money for him?

"Humph!" Don't pick up the useless ones. " The old man stepped closer and closer, and I stepped back. Zhang Shan who was behind me also climbed up, looks like through the competition just now, he knew that he was no match for this skinny old man, so he stood outside the courtyard, leaving me here by myself.

"Uncle Qian …" Oh no, Senior! " I can already confirm that this old man is the Master Qian that Gao Yuan mentioned.

"Don't worry, letting her go wasn't our goal, we just bumped into her by accident. We came to find you to find the whereabouts of one of the Corpse Supporting Spell s. As for the others, we really did not mean any harm. " As I backed away, I explained to the old man in as friendly a way as I could.

"Corpse Supporting Spell?" When the old man heard these three words, he stopped and asked with furrowed brows, "You can see ghosts, who are the Palmprint Holder?"

"It's him!" Zhang Shan who was outside pointed at me through the low wall.

Before I could react, the old man had already rushed forward and picked up my right hand with his index and middle fingers. At the same time, I saw three red spots on his wrist.

"Yes, it is indeed a Inaction Imprint. Where is your master?" The old man looked at the mark on my wrist and immediately let go.

"Northern Henan Taihang Mountain, Zhang Shixun!" Before I could say anything, Zhang Shan, who was outside the courtyard, quickly replied.

"Zhang Shixun!" Zhang Shixun was struck by the Corpse Supporting Spell? " After the old man heard grandfather Zhang Shan's name, he suddenly became excited: "Haha! Retribution! I have long told him that taking souls to good isn't something our generation can do, and he wouldn't listen. Now that he has been struck by the Corpse Supporting Spell, I'm afraid that half of his efforts will go to waste. Haha, retribution! " However, there was a hint of sadness in his voice.

Zhang Shan, who was outside the courtyard, was no longer happy. "Who told you that my grandfather was struck by the Corpse Supporting Spell?"

"It's not Zhang Shixun? Who was that? Could it be you? " After the old man heard what Zhang Shan said, he stopped laughing and looked at me from head to toe.

"It's a friend of ours!" Zhang Shan saw that the old man's expression was not good and quickly continued.

"Do you take me for a three year old child? Only the Palmprint Holder could fall into her dreams. Even if a mortal wanted to enter the Corpse Supporting Spell, they wouldn't have the ability to do so! Do you think that our Palmprint Holder is filled with kittens and puppies? " Old Man Qian immediately exposed Zhang Shan's lies.

At this time, I also threw caution to the wind and said to the old man in a clear voice, "The Corpse Supporting Spell is me. This junior will definitely remember Senior's great kindness! "

Hearing the meaning behind Old Man Qian's words, his heart had long ago cooled down. Even Old Man Zhang had to sacrifice half of his strength in order to compete with the Corpse Supporting Spell. Then how can a brat like me, who doesn't know anything, survive? Thus, right now, he couldn't care about whether it was due to face or not, he could only lower his face and beg the Old Man Qian in front of him. There might be a chance for him to survive.

"Humph!" Why should I save you? Once I save you, you will take over Zhang Shixun's class and then go against me? " The old man was very good at settling accounts.

But there was always a little leeway in his words. But I very accurately caught him, so I explained: "Strictly speaking, I am not considered Old Master Zhang's disciple, because I was initially tricked by him, making a fool out of myself. Before we descended the mountain, Old Master Zhang already said that if I did not want to, I could completely disregard this level of master-disciple relationship. So, senior, you do not need to worry at all. As long as you save this junior this time, this junior will only have gratitude in the future.

"Oh?" Old Man Qian was surprised when he heard that, and said: "Since when did Zhang Shixun learn to play dirty tricks? What if I tell you where the Corpse Supporting Spell is, but you have other conditions? "

"Senior, please tell me." Now that I've finally gotten my hands on a lifeline, I naturally won't let go so easily.

"I want you to be my disciple!" Old Man Qian looked at me, waiting for my reply.

"Don't agree to him!" Zhang Shan shouted at me from outside the wall.

At this moment, I was really in a dilemma. Being the Palmprint Holder was something I did not wish for, just the series of events tonight had caused us to be in such a sorry state. Besides, I'm a coward, so there's no way I can do this kind of thing. However, if they didn't agree with him, it was still unknown whether or not they could keep their lives until the day after tomorrow.