Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Chapter 206 Close the Door

"Strange, where did everyone go?"

After Jingzhi finished the handover, she wanted to go home, but she saw that the light of Abao's stall was on, but he was nowhere to be seen.

This stall is now Abao's only hope. She believes that if it is not something important, he will never just abandon it.

"No, there's yin energy."

As soon as I looked up at the source of the evil energy, I saw Po's quickly leaving back.

What kind of plane is this?

Jingzhi raised his foot and quickly followed.

This area is next to the river. At midnight, the air was filled with water vapor and thick fog gradually enveloped it.

A winding path is looming, and the end of the road extends to a dilapidated temple.

The ground in front of the temple was covered with broken bricks and weeds were growing wildly.

The temple seemed to be inhabited, with the orange-red flames flickering faintly, bringing a touch of warmth to this desolate environment.

When Jingzhi chased here, he saw Abao holding a willow branch and hitting a female ghost in white.

"call out!"

"Ah! Uncle, please listen to my explanation!"

The female ghost was hit by the willow branch, and her body fell from the air and rolled all the way to Jingzhi's feet.

It is said that the more you hit a ghost with a willow branch, the shorter it becomes.

In the hazy fog, Jingzhi, who was very close, could clearly see the ghost energy gradually dissipating from her legs.

The female ghost had tears in her eyes and was just about to look to see who was standing behind her.

When she saw it was Jingzhi, she got up, her face pale, and hid behind her timidly.

"Benefactor, save me!"

When Jingzhi saw her face, he remembered that this ghost... wasn't she the girl who died of fever and hunger on the first day she came to get porridge?

How could her soul be here?

Didn’t Lin Jiu send her into reincarnation?

She was full of doubts, but Po suddenly rushed over.

"Hey, Brother Lin, please get out of the way! She used ghost paper to trick me into drinking my porridge. You can't protect her in this matter! Oh, there's another ghost in there. Go catch that one!"

The female ghost saw Jingzhi's face become serious and walked quickly towards the dilapidated temple. She avoided Abao's willow branches and flew to Jingzhi.

She grabbed Jingzhi's sleeve to block her way and said with tears streaming down her face:

"That person inside is my mother. She is still alive. She is not a ghost. Please let her go."

As she spoke, she turned and bowed deeply to Po.

"I'm sorry, uncle. I shouldn't have cheated you out of the porridge, but if I died, my blind mother wouldn't be able to walk to the city gate to get the porridge. I had no choice but to do this. Please let me go this time."

The clear tears turned into nothingness as soon as they left her body, just like her ethereal and invisible figure.

A female ghost cried so miserably and apologized so sincerely that the honest A Bao really couldn't bear to hit her again.

The willow branch that was held high was slowly lowered.

"you……"

Just as A Bao was about to say something, the old lady in the temple seemed to hear someone arguing outside. She opened her lifeless eyes, groped to the side with her hands, and walked out tremblingly.

"Xiaohong? Is Xiaohong back? Mom is not hungry, there is no need for you to go out in the middle of the night... Ouch."

The old lady tripped over the bricks on the ground and fell. The sharp bricks scratched the skin on the palm of her hand and bright red blood oozed out.

"Mom!" Xiaohong saw that her mother was injured and didn't want to explain to them anymore. She changed her body shape and flashed to her mother's side to help her up. "Mom, are you okay?"

The old lady hid her painful hands behind her back and smiled kindly in Xiaohong's direction:

"Mom, it's okay. I'm glad you're back. Once we find your cousin, you won't have to work so hard."

Xiaohong turned around with tears in her eyes, clasped her hands together, and looked at Abao and Jingzhi in a pleading manner.

Although she didn't move her mouth, a gentle female voice came directly into their ears.

[My mother doesn't know I'm dead yet, please don't tell anyone.]

Jingzhi's cold eyes had long faded, but his two thin eyebrows gradually wrinkled.

No wonder Lin Jiu said that the girl starved to death.

She saw that although the old lady looked sick, she had a sturdy figure.

I guess this female ghost named Xiaohong usually gives the porridge she gives to her mother to drink.

Alas, a hemp rope always breaks at the thinnest part, and misfortune always finds the unfortunate.

"Mom, my cousin has been found. I was just talking to him."

Jingzhi: "Ah?"

Po: “Huh??”

The old lady looked puzzled: "Why are there two?"

Xiaohong glanced at Jingzhi and smiled stiffly: "Mom, one is my benefactor. He saved me the last time I went out to get porridge."

"oh oh."

The old lady didn't know where Jingzhi was. She hesitated for a moment, then bowed towards the place where the voice had just come from, "Thank you for saving my daughter."

Jingzhi also has a sick mother. Seeing this situation, she really couldn't bring herself to do anything to Xiaohong.

She sighed, walked quickly forward, and helped the old lady who was half bent over to her feet.

"It's okay, it's just a piece of cake. I'm a constable, this is what I should do."

"Oh, what about Awen?" asked the old lady.

"Awen, Awen? Awen, come here quickly!" Jingyi pulled the stunned Abao over, "Awen is here."

"Awen..." The old lady touched Abao's face happily.

"Awen, why have you become so fat?" The old lady became increasingly confused.

A Bao gave Jingzhi a wry smile, then pulled down the old lady's hand and spoke uncomfortably:

"Oh, I've had such a good life here that I've gained weight."

Xiaohong gave him a grateful look and said, "Strike while the iron is hot:

"Mom, we've found my cousin. Let's go live at his house now."

The old lady patted Abao's thick hands with a look of satisfaction, "Okay, okay, Awen was the most filial when he was young, and he is still the same when he grows up."

"No, I, you..."

Seeing that Xiaohong's eyes were red again, Po sighed heavily.

"Hey, back, back now."

Abao walked in front with his head down, and Jingzhi walked beside him.

He thought for a moment and whispered to Jingzhi, "My place is shabby, can I... let them stay at your place?"

Jingzhi shrugged, looked back at the mother and daughter supporting each other, sighed and said:

"I don't mind, but my house is right next to your master's Taoist temple. Do you think that with his keen sense, he can't detect that there is a ghost next door?"

"...That's right." A Bao was feeling very confused at this moment.

Xiaozhu’s matter is imminent, and now there is another Xiaohong.

And judging from the current situation, he might have to support Xiaohong's mother.

He is a poor guy, can he afford it?

"Ugh……"

Jingzhi patted his shoulder and said:

"Why are you sighing? I'm here."

"I know you've had a hard time these days. You don't have to worry about the old lady's food. When I finish my shift, I'll leave the rice and vegetables at your door around midnight. You can just come out and get them."

A Bao suddenly looked up, opened his big eyes and looked at her with tears in his eyes, obviously deeply moved.

He clenched his fist tightly, which was as big as a sandbag, and then hit Jingzhi's chest hard:

"Brother Lin, my master was right about you. You are such a good person!!"

Jingzhi rubbed her breasts which were almost concave from being beaten, and her expression was comparable to that of Fu Yuanhui being hit by her swimsuit.

"Hiss... Damn it, you two, master and disciple, are the same. Don't do that to me again!"

Po scratched his head and smiled innocently, "Hey, I get it."

……

Abao's home is not on the same street as Jingzhi's home and Lin Jiu's Taoist temple.

After separating from the two people and the ghost, Jingzhi stretched himself and walked towards his home.

With all this commotion, it’s almost two o’clock in the morning and the streets are very quiet.

Her house is right by the river, and the fog is thickest at night.

Jingzhi almost reached the door of her house when she found a tall man standing at the door next to hers.

"Brother Lin? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"

Jingzhi walked towards her with long legs in the fog, and her delicate face became clearer and clearer.

The white mist softened the heroic look on her face.

He is so handsome.

Lin Jiu's heart beat faster and faster uncontrollably.

As he watched, Lin Jiu frowned.

"Why do you look like a ghost? Where did you go just now?"

Lin Jiu looked at her hem which was wet with dew and fell into deep thought.

Jingzhi paused and quickly took a few steps back to her door.

Then he turned his head slightly and said to Lin Jiu:

"You're being suspicious. I was just taking a walk. People are dying everywhere in this world. Maybe I accidentally got something on me."

Lin Jiu: "Oh? Really?"

He added seriously, "Except for the area you are patrolling, don't wander around anywhere else. Tomorrow I will draw a few talismans for you. You carry one with you, and the rest are posted on your doors and windows."

Jingzhi's face gradually disappeared into the shadows. Lin Jiu could only hear her somewhat tense voice:

"No, that's not necessary."

If she carries the talisman paper with her, there's no telling when she might hurt Xiaohong.

Lin Jiu lowered his eyes silently, and his hands behind his back gradually clenched.

Doesn't she... want his things?

Yes, it was he who forced us to become sworn brothers.

Lin Jiu's face also disappeared into the darkness under the eaves.

His voice was silent, with only two faint lights silently directed towards the white figure:

"...That's fine too. Tomorrow you wake up early and I'll set up a gossip hall at your door."

"……it is good."

Those two burning gazes made her feel a little uneasy.

Did he discover something?

It seems that the time for delivering food to Po needs to be adjusted.

"It's getting late and the dew is heavy. Brother Lin, you should go to bed early," she said.

Lin Jiu took a step forward, and just as his slender hand stretched out from the moonlight, traditional secular concepts and strong moral values ​​forced him to take two steps back.

The warm back against the cold brick wall made his brain slightly clear.

No.

The hand gradually retracted, clenched tightly, and hidden behind the back.

The burning gaze disappeared.

Jingzhi breathed a sigh of relief, opened the door and walked in.

The white figure completely disappeared from his sight, and Lin Jiu's drooping eyelashes completely concealed the complex emotions in his eyes.

It was wrong for him to harbor such delusions. How could he drag someone as clear-minded as Lin Di into the quagmire?

The moonlight was bright, and Lin Jiu's heart grew colder and colder.

Finally, he walked in.

The two adjacent doors of the Taoist temple and the courtyard creaked shut almost at the same time.

At the same time, Lin Jiu's heart was also slightly opened...