Chapter 12 Supernatural Granny

Lu Yingjiu was looking forward to Jingxian's performance, guessing what talisman paper he would use.

Detonating Talismans, Royal Wind Talismans, Please Divine Talismans... All possible talismans flashed through his mind.

Then Jing Xian took a deep breath and slammed the door open!

Lu Yingjiu: ? ? ?

He held his forehead, it was so simple and rude that he didn't even want to complain.

It was empty outside, Jingxian looked around like he was still shopping, and regretted, "Why do you run so fast."

When he turned around, he found that Lu Yingjiu's face was wrong and asked, "What's wrong? Are you scared?"

"...No." Lu Yingjiu rubbed his browbones, "Why don't you wait for me next time."

He wasn't afraid of people, but he was afraid that people would still wave. He was really afraid of Jingxian's sudden death.

Jing Xian was immediately alert, feeling as if he had done something wrong again.

Obviously last night, the ghost teacher said this: "I have relied on momentum to exorcise ghosts for so many years. As long as the momentum is right, ghosts can naturally be scared away."

Jing Xian asked suspiciously, "Relying on momentum to drive out ghosts? Don't you have any talismans?"

"right."

"Then how did you die?"

"Killed by a ghost."

Jingxian: "..."

Just as he was about to drive people away, he scolded Yeyoushen by the way, but the ghost suddenly lit up with gossip on his face: "Besides, aren't you chasing people? The most important thing is to show your courage, and that, and that What kind of boyfriend power! If you meet a ghost, wouldn't it be good for you to stop in front of your wife, scare away the ghost, and comfort him with tears in his eyes?"

Jing Xian thought about it.

Emotionally, he's actually not very good at it. What he's best at is pinching other people's heads.

He asked, "Are you very in love?"

"That's not right." The ghost raised his chest proudly, "When I was alive, that nickname was the little prince in love, and everyone has chased after him. What kind of class flower, school flower and school grass. You listen to me, you can guarantee that the fire will come naturally. The fire of the sky and the earth is broken and the lid is broken."

Jing Xian looked at it with doubts in his heart, but the last half of the other party's words were too attractive. He really wanted to have a dry fire with Lu Yingjiu.

So he didn't learn the ghost exorcism, and listened to a one-night love lecture on the theme of "the inevitable connection between bravery and masculinity".

But now, Lu Yingjiu, who was supposed to be "with tears in his eyes and then held in his arms by him", looked at him with a complicated expression on his face.

Lu Yingjiu said softly, "Let me go up next time."

The tone is really light.

For fear of hurting Jingxian's self-esteem.

Jingxian: "..."

Now he just wants to kill Yeyoushen and the prince of the broken love scene. He could already imagine his image in Lu Yingjiu's heart: disheveled, reckless and stupid, nothing good except for his looks.

Chicken ghost king.

Vase ghost king.

Cannon fodder ghost king.

The three in one, the world is invincible.

Lu Yingjiu continued: "However, it seems that this commission must be accepted, and it has come to the door. This ghost's yin energy is not much gathered here. She should have come from other places. "

Although he didn't know why this old lady ghost came to the door, since she came from somewhere else, someone else might have seen her.

He opened the Two -Sided Buddha App, and various spiritual posts on the forum were floating.

If you can just find it on the top, it will be much more convenient.

Sure enough, before turning two pages, he found someone's post.

Jingxian also leaned over to look at him, head-to-head with him.

The owner said that he was a waiter at the Lane East Bar.

[I rented a room next to the bar, just 10 minutes to get to the bar]

[But something strange has happened recently. There is an old woman at the door opposite me, and I always feel that she is watching me]

[She's back now, let me take a look]

A few people below replied to him.

【Landlord, are you too suspicious? 】

[Send some specifics, brothers help you analyze and analyze]

[You haven't had a murder case in this building before? 】

After a while, the landlord appeared again: [She entered, I continued, my house lives on the fifth floor. Several times I went up the stairs and found her standing on the fifth floor of the stairs staring at me, just like that, you have no idea how long she has been standing, I even suspect that she has been waiting for me to come back]

[Also, I seem to have seen her a few times in the bar. You say an old woman in her 60s and 70s, what does she do in a bar? Are you not following me? I’m really about to collapse. I didn’t go to work yesterday and couldn’t sleep.]

[Brothers, wait, I took a picture of her before, upload it to see]

Someone else replied: [Why, don't you go to the bar for the old lady? 】

[The old lady deserves the second spring! Chilling! 】

The landlord sent a photo, which was very blurry, and it was taken in a hurry at first glance. Above it was a hunched silver-haired old lady with a kind face and a thin floral shirt.

She looks exactly the same as the old lady standing in front of Lu Yingjiu.

"It's him." Lu Yingjiu said.

He sent a private letter to the landlord to ask about the specific situation, but the other party did not answer immediately. After looking at the records carefully, he had not posted any more for a whole day, and he did not know what the situation was.

However, the Lane East Bar, where the landlord works, is only a 30-minute drive away.

Lu Yingjiu originally planned to take a taxi, but Jingxian said, "Let's drive there."

He originally wanted to show off his luxury car in front of Lu Yingjiu, but Lu Yingjiu nodded and said, "Okay, my car is downstairs."

Lu Yingjiu seldom used a car, and occasionally drove a second-hand Honda SUV when he was commissioned by Lingyi.

When opened the car door, the inside of the car was clean and tidy, with no personal belongings, showing the cold feeling of Lu Yingjiu.

Jingxian said that he likes to drive, so Lu Yingjiu sat in the co-pilot and fastened his seat belt carefully.

As soon as he got in the car, he habitually wanted to make up for sleep—if he didn't have this good habit, with the quality of his sleep, he would have died suddenly.

As a result, as soon as he sat firmly, he felt a sudden thrust behind him!

Jing Xian slammed on the accelerator, and Honda rushed out aggressively. Lu Yingjiu was used to the classic car that Ye Feng drove, so he didn't react at once, he just felt like he was being pushed into the seat. Everything was going backwards outside the car window. The rider's yellow helmet, the old man on three wheels, and the rearview mirrors of various cars whizzed past at a very close distance... Fortunately, the red light ahead stopped Jingxian.

They surpassed by an unknown number of people and stopped at the top.

Lu Yingjiu: "...I'm not in such a hurry."

Jingxian said, "I'm not speeding..." He paused for a while, and suddenly realized something, "Are you going to catch up on sleep in the car?"

"That doesn't matter, there will always be an opportunity to make up for it." Lu Yingjiu tilted his head slightly and looked at him, "However, how do you know that I want to make up for sleep?"

Only a few old friends know this habit.

"It's because," Jingxian stumbled, "because you were still yawning when you were eating wontons."

"Oh, that's true." Lu Yingjiu looked back, "I haven't slept well. You can drive if you don't have to, as long as you don't overspeed."

That being said, although it is still overtaking, the speed is slowing down.

20 minutes later, they arrived at Lane East Bar.

This is a music bar. The venue is very large. There are three floors in total, and there are private rooms above. In the middle of the first floor, there is a platform to play the piano and guitar for people. The entire wall on the left side is a wine cabinet, and the wine bottles are dazzling, shining in the weak light.

In the early morning, there was no one in the bar. They waited at the bar for a while before an uncle with a stubble face came out.

The smell of cigarettes and alcohol mixed together on his body, which was not very pleasant, and his tone was sleepy: "You two drink?"

Lu Yingjiu leaned against the bar: "Ask something, your waiter, have you asked for leave or absent from work these two days?"

The uncle immediately woke up and looked at the two again, his eyes stayed on Jing Xian, who was obviously more intimidating, for a few more seconds: "Are you the police?"

Lu Yingjiu smiled and sat down at the bar: "Bring us something, you can adjust it as you like."

The uncle raised his chin suspiciously, took a few bottles down, and tossed the cocktail glass in his hand. He made a cocktail, two mojitos on the bar, ice cubes floating up and down with spearmint leaves in the light-colored liquid.

Although Lu Yingjiu had "wine" in his name and opened a fake bar, he actually didn't know much about it, nor was he interested. He took a sip and said, "We're not police. Here's the thing. We saw someone on the forum saying that it was a waiter here. It seemed that he had encountered a supernatural event, so we came to take a look."

"Oh—" The uncle was still a little suspicious.

Lu Yingjiu turned on the phone and showed him the interface of TWO -SIDED BUDDHA: "I am a exploring anchor, and I want to find some material live broadcast."

In fact, he has never broadcast live, but after all, the interface is formal, the uncle looked at it a few times, and his expression relaxed a lot, but he still did not let go.

Lu Yingjiu touched his pocket, it was empty.

He doesn't smoke. During the years of the Green Lantern Festival, he would occasionally bring a few packs of cigarettes when he went out to do errands. Accidentally forgot today.

He was about to say a few more words, but Jingxian, who was next to him, took out a packet of soft Chinese and handed it over.

Lu Yingjiu thought to himself, he is quite good at it. When he tilted his head, he just happened to meet Jingxian's eyes - the other party raised an eyebrow at him and smiled, with an invitation for merit written all over his face.

The uncle took out a lighter, the blue flame burst out, and licked the cigarette butt into orange. He took a deep breath, raised his head and spit it out, and said leisurely, "You said earlier that it's not a police officer. If you want me to see, it was Xiaoyang who posted this post, and he told me about it yesterday. Was it that, that old grandmother? thing?"

"right."

"You guys are going to be disappointed, he's just suspicious and easy to think too much." The uncle also found a chair and sat down.

With cigarettes, it's different, and he immediately opened the gate: "What kind of supernatural grandma, that is, the old man at the opposite door is a little senile, doing something strange, what's the fuss about." He sighed heavily, "I How many times have I told that kid. He used to say that one of our old customers wanted to hurt him and he was absent from work for several days. I tried to persuade him to no avail. He was going to be fired, but the old customer ended up being absent. He moved away, and he came back on his own."

Jingxian said: "That is to say, he is always fantasizing."

"Right." The uncle flicked the cigarette ashes, "I can't say about other personal privacy, so you should go back. I'll give you these two glasses of wine. Hey, I'm going to smoke outside, you can sit as you please."

He turned around to leave, and Lu Yingjiu asked again, "By the way, what time do you usually get crowded in the evening? My house is nearby, come over when you have time, and make it more lively."

"What time?" The uncle said vaguely, smoking a cigarette, "Let's start at seven or eight, every day is different."

"Row."

Uncle is out.

Lu Yingjiu said, "Let's come again in the evening. Although there is no yin in this bar, 'Xiaoyang' has really hit a ghost."

Jing Xian smiled and said, "Isn't it possible to bump into him? That supernatural old lady of his has traveled dozens of kilometers to knock on the door of our house."

"She's suitable to be a debt collector." Lu Yingjiu thoughtfully, touched the glass, and the cold water seeped over, "And I always feel that the name of this bar is a bit familiar."

At some point in the past, he must have heard the name. Who brought it up to him? Chen Zheng? Chu Banyang?

Jingxian said: "Indeed, I checked before I came here. This is a well-known gay in the circle."

Lu Yingjiu: "...?"

Lu Yingjiu: "..."

The explanation was a bit cryptic, so he gave up.

Jing Xian smiled at him, a somewhat flamboyant and smug smile.

He didn't know what he was happy about, so he drank the wine.

And Lu Yingjiu took a few sips of wine.

With a move of his hand, a talisman paper was silently attached to Jingxian's back.

The talisman was quiet and unresponsive.

Jingxian suddenly turned his head: "Where are we going next?"

He didn't seem to notice anything.

"Didn't you just come to Lujiang, is there any place you want to go?" Lu Yingjiu said.

He kept calm, and with a slight movement of his hand, he took the talisman paper back.

He narrowed his eyes, and there was a trace of suspicion in those brown pupils, which were well hidden again.