A person in the know

en pieces, feeling a wave of nausea.A woman appeared at the corner of the stairs leading to the fourth floor. It should be that Ms. Tian, she was holding a bell."Grass Mud Horse, stop!" My brother saw...This kind of thing is not really our area of expertise, after all.

And this thing is unlike the three teachings of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism, which have faith, scriptures, and inheritance.

This is generally a secret passed down by word of mouth, never shared outwardly, like Mu Wanchen. He may know what it is, but he can't tell me.

First, I don't understand what's going on; second, there's no need for him to add unnecessary trouble to me by keeping the secrets of the witch clan. We're not on the same path, and knowing too much isn't a good thing.

After dark, the lights came on.

My brother carried a bucket of water and led me across the street to Mr. Zhao's place.

Mr. Zhao was over fifty years old, with a slightly receding hairline and a somewhat chubby build, sporting a noticeable belly.

This jovial and prosperous appearance suits him well as a small-time shopkeeper, living a simple life of contentment and avoiding worldly strife.

He saw me and my brother, smiling with squinted eyes: "Little Brother Mu, Little Beauty, are you two out for a stroll today"

This phrase has a southwest dialect, it sounds quite unique and a little bit funny.

"Mu Xiaoger, where is your beautiful wife" he asked.

My brother smiled and said, "She wants to eat snacks while resting at home, so I'll buy them. Look, this is a fish caught by my father yesterday. We have too much, so I'll give you one. It's still fresh and alive."

My brother intentionally placed a bucket at the entrance of the convenience store. The bottom of the bucket inevitably had some water and dust on it. Boss Zhao was taken aback and quickly stepped forward to lift the bucket.

"No, you can't put that here, can't put that here! It was just cleaned, at least keep it clean for an hour or two!"

"Where do we put that" My brother asked with feigned difficulty.

"Come inside my house, take a walk around, and I'll offer you some tea." He pointed to an old little door beside him.

Although the door was old, the interior was very clean and tidy, with no clutter and everything in its place.

There wasn't a speck of dust on the floor.

My brother and I looked at each other in surprise. A middle-aged man's house is actually this clean Is there something wrong

"Zhao Bo, your wife is truly virtuous and capable! The house is so clean and tidy! It's impeccable!" My brother pretended to praise.

Actually, I know Zhao Bo doesn't have a wife. My brother knows too.

Zhao Bo poured the fish into a basin in the kitchen, washed the bucket thoroughly, and wiped it inside and out with a towel. He put it by the door and said, "I'm an old man living alone. What do I need a wife for to clean the house I just hire a cleaning lady."

"Which cleaning service did this Introduce them to my house! My father-in-law, Chen, just sweeps things around wildly, it's so rough."

While my brother was chatting with Zhao Bo, I secretly took a look around the yard.

It's really too clean, a humble courtyard in the city, how could it be so spotless

Zhao Bo's courtyard layout was very strange. He built an ear room on the right side of the main house.

This single-sided wing is terrible feng shui. I don't know why they would build it in this small courtyard—he has more than enough space in the courtyard for himself, and even if a woman came to live with him, there's still an empty guest room!

As I approached his main house, a sudden chill ran down my spine.

It's so cool.

The main house emanated a chill, like entering a cave, unnaturally cool.

My brother is right, there's something fishy going on.

This courtyard, rather than being for living people, seems to have some special purpose.

I didn't dare to step inside. This place emanated an odd aura, not the familiar ghostly chill I was used to. I hesitated to peer further.

My brother and I returned home and privately discussed that Zhao Bo must have a problem, so we need to get someone knowledgeable to take a look.

Only Mu Wanchen truly understood the matter, but when I went back to Wuling City to find him, he said he had important business to attend to and couldn't leave.

"What are we going to do then How can we tell if Mr. Zhao keeps insects as pets if you don't go and take a look" I frowned.

Mu Wanchen thought for a moment and said to Wen Jialiang, who was following behind him, "A Liang, you go and have a look. Help if you can, but don't cause trouble."

When Liang Ge heard this, his eyes lit up. He nodded excitedly and said, "Yes sir!"

I thought to myself that Mu Wanchen was indeed very busy. Not only did he have to cultivate, but he also had to worry about so many people's livelihoods, and he also had to integrate the villages in the upper and lower reaches. This Liang Ge is his subordinate, he should be quite capable too. It would be quite good for him to go with us.

But I went through the back alley, so I told Alan how to get to my place and gave him all the cash I had on me.

This guy was quite clever. Three days later, he showed up at my doorstep, rubbing his hands excitedly and saying, "Sir, I came here by black car!"

"A black car What kind of black car would drive this far How much did it cost you" I asked, incredulous.

"A Liang laughed and said, “After I left our Wuzhang City using the methods taught by our shaman king, I walked in the direction you gave me. Along the way, I met a carriage driver who said he was going to 'get his nails done.' Do men outside also paint their fingernails"

I... I don't know how to explain.

Nail polish Is it a road trip!

"Then I told him to give me a ride, and paid him...and that's how he brought me here," Aliang said with a smug grin.

We're at least a thousand miles from the gate of Wuzhi Mountain City. What kind of driver would give you such a ride to get here

"You, you gave me how much money" I asked, my voice trembling.

Aling lowered his head and rummaged in the embroidered wax-dye bag, pulling out a strange curved dagger, a dagger, two small flying knives, poisoned blow darts, and grassman paperman witchcraft talismans...

Finally, I took out the wad of cash I had given him.

"Well, you said it, the red one with gold thread and printed with 100, is the highest denomination, most valuable banknote. I gave the coachman the biggest one." Aliang said confidently.

Phew!!!

"You took a taxi for 100 yuan And drove a thousand kilometers!" I almost choked.

"Mmm!" A-Liang nodded. "That driver saw so many weapons in my bag, he was afraid I'd get tired, so he sent me all the way here, driving for a whole day and night. What a good person."

I couldn't help but laugh and cry: "You call this taking a taxi This is robbery, understand"

Good guy What a joke! I'd turn around and call the police!

As expected, in less than a quarter of an hour, the two policemen ran to my small shop to find out what happened.

Fortunately, these were all my brother's acquaintances. I managed to explain the situation and they understood it was a misunderstanding. However, the reporting driver was still waiting at the police station. The officer said we could just go over there and clarify things, negotiate a resolution.

Helplessly, I had to take Ah Liang to the police station and explain that my relative was clueless because they hadn't traveled far. I also gave them 2,000 yuan for gas money before the matter was settled.

A Liang and I walked out of the police station. As soon as we stepped out the door, a flashbulb went off, blinding me momentarily, followed by a sharp click of the camera.

Click.

Someone sneaking into my house!

Just then, it dawned on me. The man snapped a close-up photo and immediately ran away. Seeing me covering my eyes to dodge the flash, Ah Liang shouted, "What kind of jerk would sneak attack like that Stand still, you scoundrel!"

He was incredibly agile, kicking the person filming with a single blow that sent them sprawling. He then unceremoniously smashed their single-lens reflex camera to pieces, roaring, “You thought you could sneak attack me Hand over your weapon and see what tricks you have left!”

I covered my eyes and wanted to cry.

As the saying goes, using a single-lens reflex camera will make your family poor for three generations.

You just had to pull the card, why did you smash the camera and lens to pieces, you ancestor!!!

This is at the police station's front door —enforcement uniform stood with narrowed eyes, backlit and exuding an imposing presence.Wow... that's amazing.Though the scenes of conflict in wealthy families might appear glamorous, with people dress...