fairy family

Chapter 13: Black Heart Shop, Exorcism
Owl cry!

When Yu Que was about to fall into the oil pan, he summoned the household god to descend upon his body.

There was immediately a smell of corpse energy surrounding its body, its teeth became sharp, and white hair suddenly grew out of its body.

Yu Que turned into a corpse, and when he fell into the frying pan, he was fortunately protected by the corpse's aura and was not burned to pieces.

But even so, Yu Que still felt uncomfortable.

Especially the boiling oil in the wok, which was like syrup, sticky and attached to his body, severely corroding the corpse qi in his body, as if it wanted to drill into his body.

A chill filled Yu Que's heart, especially when he looked up from the frying pan and saw Zheng Laohei, who was holding up his sleeves outside the frying pan.

There was a cruel smile on the other person's face, and he seemed to be enjoying Yu Que's miserable appearance at the moment.

Just as Yu Que was about to jump out of the frying pan and fight back, he heard a painful voice in his ears:
"Brother Yu, quickly open the ghost jar and fry the ghosts in the jar into the pot."

The voice came from Fang Mulian's mouth.

The other person was also pushed into the oil pan and was standing in the oil pan with a painful expression.

Fang Mulian was covered in gray mist, but he stood still, holding the jar tightly in his hand without letting go for a moment, and then pressed it into the oil pan.

Yu Que was reminded and he calmed down.

After making an estimate, his eyes flickered a few times before he calmed himself down and temporarily put away the fierceness in his eyes. He then followed the example of Fang Mulian next to him and lowered the ghost altar in his hand.

Zizizi!
The ghost altar was put into the oil pan, and a shrill ghost cry suddenly rang out.

With a snap, the jars in the hands of the two men broke, and something came out of them. It swam in the oil pan like a live fish, rolling and struggling violently.

Fortunately, Yu Que and the other two were still standing in the oil wok. They immediately reached out their hands and grabbed the ghost that came out of the jar, preventing it from breaking free.

After ten full breaths, the ghost's cries in the oil pan became weaker, and a burnt smell appeared on the two men's bodies.

Yu Que couldn't bear it any longer. His energy was already greatly damaged. If he stayed any longer, his body would be over-depleted and no amount of recuperation would restore it.

Zheng Laohei can't even provide daily meals, and it is obvious that he will not bear the cost of medicine for work-related injuries.

With a loud splash, Yu Que was the first to jump out of the oil pan and stood in front of Zheng Laohei with a cold face.

As for Zheng Laohei, this fellow didn't care about Yu Que at all. His whole attention was on the evil spirit in the oil pan. He took out a stack of talisman papers, a plate of cinnabar, mercury and other sundries in his hands.

Zheng Laohei muttered something to himself, walked around the oil pan, and threw in talisman paper, cinnabar and other items while stepping on the magic circle.

“Fried dough sticks, burnt till crispy and cooked till tender, with crispy bones and soft meat, can nourish the mind.

A ladle of mercury adds essence, two bowls of cinnabar add spirit, three mouthfuls of children's urine increase virility!"

Amid this guy's strange chanting, bang bang!

Clusters of flames kept flickering above the huge oil pan.

The ghost that Yu Que had just suppressed originally wanted to muster up its last bit of strength to jump out of the oil pan, but it was hit badly by the cinnabar. Holes immediately appeared on the ghost's body, and its cries became even louder.

"Waste!" Zheng Laohei said to Yu Que without even raising his head:
"You got caught early, but considering that this is your first time here, I'll let you off the hook. If you do this again next time, you'll have to pay for it."

This guy finally noticed Yu Que, but what he said was not an explanation, nor was there any apology, but criticism instead.

This made Yu Que feel even colder.

But since he had chosen to suppress his emotions just now, and now Zheng Laohei had already started to refine ghosts and gods, he naturally would not lose his temper.

Yu Que's eyes, on the contrary, became even clearer. He stared closely at the other party's every move, taking all his actions into his own eyes.

He watched for a while and found that Fang Mulian had gotten up from the oil pan at some point.

The other party took the initiative to talk to Yu Que and whispered: "Although the ghost is in a jar, you cannot smash the jar directly into it when frying it, otherwise the ghost is not stupid and will immediately struggle and resist, trying desperately to break free.

Also, you and I have our own household gods, which have a sinister aura, but are controlled by you and me. They go into the oil pan and stir the boiling oil, which makes the oil pan boil without overcooking. The principle is just like you and I burning wet wood under the stove.

This man was explaining to Yu Que in a low voice. There was a hint of apology in his voice, as if he was embarrassed for not informing Yu Que in advance.

Yu Que listened carefully and understood. He let out a breath, not wanting to vent his anger on this person.

Because from Zheng Laohei's actions just now, it was obvious that the guy wanted to see Yu Que panic-stricken, to torture him for his own amusement.

"Thank you, Brother Fang." Yu Que bowed towards Fang Mulian and expressed gratitude.

Fang Mulian saw that although Yu Que looked unhappy, he was still easy to talk to. He was relieved and thought to himself, "This little brother Yu Que seems to be a man who can accomplish things. He should be able to stay with me in good health and stay in the store for a while longer."

But Fang Mulian didn't know that when Yu Que thanked him, the cold look in his eyes remained unchanged.

Although they got an explanation, Fang Mulian still explained over and over again that Zheng Laohei had no good intentions and was just using the two of them as firewood, not caring whether they would become disabled or injured.

This old guy who doesn't care about his apprentice's life is hateful!

However, the colder Yu Que felt in his heart, the more honest he appeared on the surface, with a look of sudden enlightenment and humility on his face.

After a while.

The boiling oil pan gradually cooled down, and a damp and cold smell began to fill the vicinity.

Zheng Laohei stopped stepping on the Gangbu Dou, took out two pieces of paper clothes from his sleeves, and threw them into the cooling oil pan.

"rise!"

The paper clothes swayed as if they were blown open, and swayed in the oil pan, and then two little men were seen crawling out of the pan.

The two little people couldn't wait to get into the paper clothes and turned into two paper dolls floating on the oil pan.

"Hahaha!" Zheng Laohei laughed loudly:

"My method of using fried dough sticks to remove Yin is unique in the entire Huangshan County. If you can learn it, you will have no worries about food and clothing in your life."

This guy walked towards the front hall with his hands behind his back.

The two baby-sized paper dolls also jumped out of the oil pan and followed Zheng Laohei unsteadily. They were no longer ferocious but extremely obedient.

Zheng Laohei's order sounded again:

"You two useless things, go and have a rest first. There is a jar of good ghosts in the yard. Wait for me to say something, then you can throw it into the oil pan and fry it."

Yu Que and Fang Mulian stared at each other until Zheng Laohei's figure disappeared behind the curtain. Then they looked away. Fang Mulian's face was gloomy, and she whispered to Yu Que:

"The master has gone to the front hall to further refine the spirits and spirits. You and I must not disturb him. Go downstairs and light up the oil pan first."

Yu Querui followed the other party and climbed down the ladder and came to the big stove again.

The two chatted while they were busy.

After the experience of frying ghosts together just now, the relationship between them became more lively.

Fang Mulian smiled and said, "Brother Yu, thanks to you today, I was able to blow up two ghosts at once. Otherwise, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to go home until dawn."

"Brother Fang, you are too polite. I am new here and I rely entirely on your advice."

Yu Que replied with a smile, and he also asked indirectly when the two of them could go to the front hall to watch Zheng Laohei training ghosts and gods up close.

What made him feel depressed was that Fang Mulian also showed a look of confusion on her face.

This man has worked in the store for three or four years, but he has never been allowed to look at the front hall.

And they refine and save, and refine and save again.

Although the fried ghost incident just now was strange, the two evil ghosts lost their ferocity as soon as they came out of the frying pan.

But this step is obviously only one part of the process of refining ghosts and gods. It is impossible to become a refiner just by relying on the skill of making fried dough sticks.

However, although Yu Que was in a depressed mood, he did not think of leaving this black shop. Instead, he squinted his eyes and looked around, starting to think about how to make a living from the shop, how to enrich himself here, and how to use Zheng Laohei's things to hone his skills.

Since this old guy is not a human being, don't blame him for having ulterior motives.

More than an hour passed.

Yu Que and Fang Mulian heated up the oil pan again and fried the remaining jar of evil spirits.

After the three jars of ghosts were blown up, the two could finally go home from work.

As a result, Zheng Laohei appeared in the backyard with a gloomy face, threw out two tattered paper dolls, and said, "Send these two scum and waste to the county fire room as soon as possible, so as not to bother me anymore."

Yu Que took a closer look and found that these two paper dolls were the same two that had crawled out of the oil pan before.

Moreover, the doll still has a strong ghost aura, and it seems like something is about to burst out of it at any time.

After Zheng Laohei walked away, Fang Mulian whispered, "These two ghosts failed in their refining and may become evil at any time. They cannot be kept for long and must be quickly sent to the crematorium to be suppressed and killed."

After she finished speaking, Fang Mulian picked up two paper dolls, bowed to Yu Que, and hurried out of the store.

Yu Que watched the other party leave. He wanted to speak several times, saying that he could do the job of sending the ghost away.

The waste ghosts that Zheng Laohei looked down upon were actually food for him. They could be stored in the black gourd and turned into gray water to nourish other ghosts.

This is also one of the reasons why Yu Que came here with great interest!

When working under a refiner, you may lack everything, but there is no shortage of opportunities to come into contact with ghosts. Yu Que only needs to be smart and swallow some of the leftovers from the refiner, which will be enough to support his own refinement needs.

call!
However, no matter how much he desired it, Yu Que still suppressed his thoughts.

After all, this is his first time here, and Zheng Laohei doesn't look friendly either. It would be better to be safe. Wait until he is thoroughly familiar with the work in the store, and then think of a way to turn waste into treasure.

He tightened his sleeves, walked out of the paper-making shop when the night was darkest, and headed home.

The next few days.

Yu Que worked in the paper-making shop every day and hid during the day. He saw many tools and methods used by the refiners.

It's a pity that Zheng Laohei continued to guard against the two of them like he was guarding against thieves, and only let them be responsible for the process of concocting ghosts. He never mentioned the subsequent nourishing of ghosts and converting various ghost species, and still didn't care about the life and death of the two. He exploited them to the extreme and his heart was so black that it was outrageous.

After more than half a month, because Yu Que behaved like Fang Mulian and was submissive, Zheng Laohei began to assign more work to him.

The part that Yu Que coveted the most was the part of sending away ghosts. After he intervened a few times, it simply became his job.

Yu Que took advantage of these opportunities and whenever three useless ghosts were sent out, he would steal one and put it into the black gourd, turning it into gray water.

He also deliberately chose a different crematorium to receive ghosts each time, so as to avoid sending ghosts there frequently and having the number kept track of by those with ulterior motives.

Finally, when one month of apprenticeship was over, Yu Que got a night off and his mind was almost full.

Carrying half a gourd of ash water in his arms, he quietly said goodbye to his family and hurried towards the place where the ghost market was located with excited steps.

………………

The county town was pitch black at night. The closer to the mountainous areas in the suburbs, the thicker the fog on the streets, and there were almost no living people walking around.

Yu Que didn't know where the ghost gathering in the Seventh Ward was, and he was wandering alone on the empty streets.

It’s not that he didn’t make plans for his trip, but although the ghost market is held every night, the location is not fixed at all.

Often the place in the city where the yin energy is the strongest is where ghosts gather and immortals meet that night.

Occasionally, some wealthy people or chambers of commerce would artificially create a situation where there was excessive yin energy in a certain place, in order to attract ghosts and immortals from the county to come and gather, thus temporarily fixing the location of the ghost gathering.

Yu Que paced around in the night for half an hour. Suddenly, when midnight arrived, he felt as if the county town was covered with a layer of frost and was extremely cold.

The street, which had seemed empty at first, suddenly had pedestrians appearing again.

They all had their heels off the ground, their faces were pale, their eyes were numb, and they were wandering around the streets like floating. They were not humans, but the ghosts of the dead in the city.

Yu Que now has a family god, so he is naturally not afraid of these ghosts. Instead, his eyes are slightly bright.

If he didn't want to use them to lead the way, the ghosts in the city could not be captured privately. Yu Que wanted to capture every wandering soul on the streets.

He followed these ghosts step by step and headed towards the place with the most yin energy in the city.

Soon, even thicker fog appeared on the streets. It seemed to be crawling on the ground. It was wet, cold and sticky, and seemed to be able to get into people's mouths and noses, shaped like tentacles.

Yu Que walked into the fog, and all of a sudden he felt as if he had left the county town and arrived in the underworld.

I saw shadows of people in the fog, high and low, there were giant figures walking back and forth, there were heads flying around, and there were ghost cries everywhere.

This is his destination for tonight, the location of the seventh ghost gathering in Huangshan.

(End of this chapter)