A thousand enlightenments in one night, starting from being a menial apprentice.

Chapter 260: The Evil Ghost Protects His Wife
Sun Huang’s mourning hall was set up on the afternoon of the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month.

As the New Year was approaching, in order not to affect relatives and friends' New Year celebrations, the coffin was kept for only three days and the funeral was held on the morning of the 26th day of the twelfth lunar month.

When Sun Huang's coffin was buried, many people held Liu Eying's hands and comforted her. Liu Eying just held Sun Huang's tablet, with a cold face and no words, tears rolling down her cheeks like water lines...

Duan Rong was also in the funeral procession. In front of Sun Huang's grave, he burned some paper money and set off a few strings of firecrackers as a small tribute to the old escort leader.

Duan Rong returned to the city from the cemetery in the suburbs, his heart seemed to be covered by a layer of dark clouds.

Some bad things have happened recently, which made him feel uneasy.

Duan Rong did not return to the escort agency, but turned and went to the teahouse.

The second floor of the teahouse has a wide view. Sitting by the window and drinking tea can relieve the depression in your heart. Moreover, many major events have happened recently, and Duan Rong also wants to hear some public opinions.

Duan Rong walked into the teahouse. There were only four or five tables of guests sparsely seated on the first floor. As the year was coming to an end, there were fewer people in the shops on the street. He didn't expect that even the teahouse would be so deserted.

Duan Rong sighed softly. It seemed that his wish to hear the opinions of the public would be in vain. There were too few guests, and he probably couldn't hear anything.

Duan Rong walked slowly up to the second floor. Unexpectedly, there were even fewer guests on the second floor, only three tables.

Duan Rong shook his head slightly, chose a seat with the best view, and sat down.

As soon as Duan Rong sat down, the waiter came over to greet him. Duan Rong ordered a pot of tea and a plate of fruit.

This tea is not plain tea, but a thick soup made with ginger, jujube, etc. It warms the body and nourishes the stomach in the midwinter weather and is very popular among guests.

Duan Rong drank the steaming thick tea and looked out the window at the rows of roofs in the winter sun. His mood gradually calmed down.

Duan Rong finished a bowl of tea and suddenly his mind moved. His spiritual awareness suddenly spread outward, instantly covering the entire teahouse.

Since we're already here, even though there aren't many guests, we might as well give it a listen.

Duan Rong poured himself another bowl of tea, sipped it and looked out the window. As his spiritual consciousness passed through, the conversations of the guests at the eight tables on the upper and lower floors gathered in his mind.

There were three tables of guests who were all talking about the recent bloody case, and they were talking about it in great detail. The case closing notice did have some effect, and Shen Yanliu's prestige in the community had obviously risen to a higher level. In the eyes of the guests at those three tables, this county magistrate was so omnipotent that he could reach anywhere.

Duan Rong couldn't help but laugh. He didn't know whether Shen Yanliu's claim of spreading secret agents was true or not. But the so-called secret agent disguised as a servant entered Wei Yutian's mansion and finally discovered Wei Yutian's identity as a member of the Filthy Blood Cult was completely false.

Duan Rong picked up the cup, ready to drink up the tea at the bottom of the cup, but just as he raised the cup, he suddenly paused and put the cup back. His originally warm eyes suddenly became cold.

In the corner behind him, there were three people sitting at the table, and they actually mentioned Sun Huang and Liu Eying in their conversation.

These three people all look decent.

In fact, one of them has a square face, one of them looks a little weak, and the other has thick eyebrows and big eyes and looks quite capable.

The square-faced man was named Wang Chun, and he was Sun Huang’s neighbor.

The other two people sitting opposite him were both street pickpockets, and they were both the leaders of their neighborhood, with more than a dozen people under them.

Wang Chun said, "Do you two want to do it? Just give me a straight answer."

The gentle Qingcha said hesitantly, "Although Sun Huang is dead, he was still a member of the Yuanshun Escort Agency. If this matter were to be exposed, the Yuanshun Escort Agency might investigate."

Wang Chun said, "Look at how timid you two are! If I wasn't in need of someone to keep watch, I wouldn't even bother looking for you."

In fact, Wang Chun looked for the two of them not because he needed someone to keep watch, but because he needed a channel to sell the stolen goods.

These two men were the leaders of the pickpockets, and he had known them for a long time, so he asked them to instigate this matter.

Wang Chun said, "Sun Huang has been a bodyguard for more than ten years, and a leader for nearly twenty years. He lives a frugal life. I guess the wealth his family has accumulated over the years is definitely a huge sum of money."

As soon as Wang Chun said this, the expressions of the two people changed.

Wang Chun naturally noticed the change in their expressions and continued, "It's almost the end of the year, and I think you two are still not short of money. You're pushing away such a good business. If you two don't want to do it, I'll find someone else."

After Wang Chun finished speaking, he turned his face cold and drank his tea.

The thick-browed Qingcha glanced at the weak Qingcha beside him, then turned to look at Wang Chun and said with a smile: "Brother Wang Chun, you have provided us with a way to make money. If we continue to refuse, we will be too ungrateful. Let's do it."

Wang Chun glanced at Wen Ruoqing and said, "Haozi, what do you think?"

Wen Ruoqing smiled and said, "It is indeed a way to make money, and the risks are controllable. You can do it!"

"Just say it? That's what brothers should say!" Wang Chun rolled his eyes and lowered his already low voice a little more, saying, "The New Year is coming soon. We won't do it on the same day as the others. You two should get ready. We'll start at midnight tonight."

Wang Chun's father has passed away, his mother has been bedridden for years, and he himself has no proper business, so he hangs out in the streets every day.

As the saying goes, poverty breeds evil. Although Sun Huang's family suffered a tragic misfortune, Wang Chun's family could barely afford to eat during the New Year, so why would he care so much?

After the three of them finished their discussion, they went downstairs from the second floor of the teahouse.

Duan Rong sat there, glancing at the backs of the three people, and sighed with an expressionless face, "It's New Year's Day, and her husband just died. Why did you choose to target her when there are so many other people you can target?"

Those Qingchao pickpockets liked to discuss scouting in this teahouse, and Duan Rong had discovered this a long time ago.

But he never wanted to get involved in such trivial matters. But this time it fell on Sun Huang's head. Just because Sun Huang took care of him in the escort team, he couldn't ignore it.

He couldn't just stand by and watch Liu Eying, helpless and bullied...

At midnight, Duan Rong, wearing the clothes of an escort, flashed out of Liulu like a ghost. Duan Rong released his spiritual sense and avoided the patrol of the guards in Yuanshun Escort Agency. He climbed over a remote wall in the middle courtyard of the escort agency and landed in a small alley full of dark shadows.

Duan Rong landed on the ground and rushed into the dark shadow at the edge of the alley like a civet cat.

Duan Rong used the shadow of darkness to hide himself, and his figure flashed by, and soon he arrived outside the wall of Sun Huang's house.

Duan Rong stood outside the alley of Sun Huang's house. It was quiet all around. There was not a cloud in the cold night sky, only a crescent moon emitting a bleak white light.

Duan Rong looked up in the moonlight and found that the kitchen of Sun Huang's house was next to the courtyard wall on his side. The chimney sticking out from the roof was dim in the moonlight, as if there was a person standing there.

Duan Rong leaped up like a big bird and landed on the roof of the kitchen.

Duan Rong lowered his body and looked into the yard. He was immediately shocked to see a bright yellow light on the window of a bedroom next to the main room.

"Are we too late? Have those people already started?"

Duan Rong remembered that they had agreed to start the action at the teahouse at 1 a.m., but he arrived nearly an hour early.

Duan Rong stood there, and suddenly released his consciousness, sweeping towards the bedroom. The bedroom was quiet, with only Liu Eying lying on the bed, and the wick of the lamp on the bedside had burned out.

This means that the lamp has been burning for a long time.

Duan Rong's heart moved, and he instantly understood that Liu Eying had fallen asleep with the lamp on.

Maybe she couldn't stand the despairing darkness. Although the light was dim, it might give her some warmth...

Duan Rong leaped up and landed lightly in the yard like a fallen leaf.

His spiritual sense covered the courtyard, as if he was looking for something. Suddenly, he looked at a black pottery jar under the windowsill that was shining with yellow light.

The pottery jar was almost as big as a wine jar. It was originally used by Sun Huang to store braised beef. However, because of Sun Huang's funeral banquet, the braised beef was taken out by Liu Eying to entertain the guests.

At this time, the pottery jar was empty.

Duan Rong walked over slowly, and as he approached the windowsill, the bright yellow light from the window paper shone on his face.

Duan Rong's face at this moment was not his usual dark complexion, but as pale as paper, as if covered with a layer of white ash.

But what was even more terrifying was that that face was not Duan Rong’s face at all, but Sun Huang’s face.

At this moment, he was wearing a bodyguard's uniform and standing in front of the window, just like Sun Huang's soul coming back to see his wife...

After Duan Rong left the teahouse, he bought some things and returned to Liulu, where he tried out the mastery-level disguise technique that he had previously absorbed from the jade ring spirit of Fang Jingbao.

Duan Rong thought about it and decided that he could repel this group of people once, but there was no guarantee that others would not target Liu Eying. He had to set up a plan to help Liu Eying completely eliminate the hidden dangers.

Duan Rong stood there, and suddenly his bones made a slight crackling sound, and he actually shrank himself into the pottery jar little by little.

In the quiet of the night, by the widow's window, Duan Rong's behavior was indescribably strange...

But within two breaths, Duan Rong had shrunk into the pottery jar and disappeared.

In the courtyard on a cold night, the yellow light from the window cast a mottled pattern on the ground and also shone on the pottery jar under the windowsill.

There was silence all around, except for the occasional call of a wild cat in the distance...

About an hour later, a low rustling sound suddenly came from the wall next to the gate, and then a black shadow appeared on the wall.

The man was wearing a nightgown and had his face covered. He leaned over the wall and looked out. He saw a yellow light in the courtyard. He immediately lowered his head and climbed down the wall.

Outside the courtyard wall, faint whispers were heard, sounding like ghost talk in the silent night.

Then another black shadow crouched on the wall, his eyes rolling around, looking around the yard, and then fixed his eyes on the window with yellow light. He climbed over the wall, then tiptoed through the yard, walked to the window with yellow light, took out a dagger from his sleeve, stabbed the window, and made a hole.

The man came to the hole and looked inside the house. He saw Liu Eying sleeping on the bed. The lamp on the bedside had drooped...

He straightened up and waved to the two heads sticking out from the top of the wall.

Two dark shadows climbed over the wall, looked around as they crossed the yard, and stood beside the man.

The next person who came over suddenly took out a stick of incense, while the other person took out a fire starter and blew it up.

The man lit the incense on the tinder and inserted it into the window through the hole. The incense was made of unknown substance, but it burned very quickly, burning up piece by piece at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, the bedroom, which was not very big to begin with, was filled with a faint smoke.

One of the men's eyes flickered. He leaned over to the hole and looked inside, then whispered, "This incense is very powerful. Not to mention a woman, even a burly man would fall into a deep sleep if he got hooked. He wouldn't wake up in a few hours."

When Wang Chun heard this, he was immediately delighted. He didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

But at this moment, a low and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the silent night.

"You scum, you knocked my wife unconscious, what do you want to do?"

Wang Chun's scalp tingled. He looked at the two people beside him and said angrily, "Don't joke around at this time." He thought that these two people were deliberately trying to scare him.

When the two heard this, they looked nervous and waved at him.

At this moment, that voice sounded again. "I asked you a question, why don't you answer?"

This time, all three of them were startled and they confirmed that the sound was not made by any of them.

"Who?" Wang Chun asked with a look of horror and chattering teeth.

Seeing that there was no other figure around, the voice sounded right beside them, and the three of them felt creepy.

At this moment, there was a slight crackling sound of bones rubbing against each other, and then a black shadow came out from the black pottery jar beside the man, and it kept getting bigger and bigger!

It's like some kind of ghost or witchcraft.

The three men's breathing had stopped. They saw a pale-faced man dressed in bodyguard's clothes standing in front of the window. The bright yellow light from the window was shining on his face.

That was Sun Huang's face, a pale and bloodless face!
Wang Chun peed instantly!
The scene in front of me was so weird and terrifying. A black shadow rose from a black pottery jar and stood in front of the window with a pale face.

"Whoever touches my wife, I will kill him!"

Duan Rong grabbed the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes. It was he who had inserted the incense into the hole in the window just now.

The three men had already been frightened to the point of being stiff all over. The distance between them was very close, so Duan Rong grabbed one of them and lifted him up. He poured his internal energy into it, and with a "poof" sound, he crushed the man's neck. Meat paste mixed with blood plasma squeezed out from between Duan Rong's fingers.

Wang Chun was so scared that he was shitting and pissing all over the place and collapsed on the ground.

The man called Haozi had also lost his soul. When he saw the evil spirit grabbing Huang Geng, he suddenly jumped out and tried to escape.

But just as he moved, Duan Rong suddenly waved his sleeves, and a light powder, stimulated by his internal breath, sprayed on the head of the man called Haozi.

The man then froze and fell to the ground...

In Wang Chun's view, that scene was just Sun Huang's ghost waving his hand, and the mouse fell to the ground instantly.

Wang Chun was already terrified, and at this moment, his heart and gallbladder were broken, and he was almost scared to death! He knelt on the ground and kowtowed like crazy!
"Grandpa Sun Huang! Grandpa Li Gui! I was wrong. I let Zhu You blind my heart... Please forgive me this time for my father's sake. I will never dare to do it again..."

Duan Rong looked at Wang Chun who kept kowtowing with an expressionless face. Suddenly, he waved his sleeves again, and the medicine powder spilled out. Wang Chun's body stiffened and tilted, and then he fainted.

(End of this chapter)