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I drank some wine with the scholar and chatted for a while. When the sky got darker, the two parted ways in front of the wine shop, Mo Ran holding a portrait of Chu Wanning. According to the scholar, there is a building on Fifth Street in Nanke Township. , called "Shunfeng Tower", specially designed for new lonely ghosts to inquire about various information.

He was going to take a look.

The red sign outside the Shunfeng Building floats faintly, with a black snake-shaped totem painted on it. Mo Ran pushed the door open and saw a long counter across the hall. Behind the counter sat a dozen ghosts in ocher robes, all wearing angry wooden lacquer masks, making it difficult to see their true appearance. In front of these masked ghosts, there are long lines of dead people with different looks and other desires.

Hundreds of white candles floated on the top of the building, and their shadows illuminated the piles of dead people. Ghosts come and go, Duan is very busy.

"Little master, can you help me check where my brother is? His name is Zhang Bayi, a native of Suzhou, and he was twenty-one years old when he died..."

"Is there a portrait?"

"No, no."

"You can find one without a portrait, but the cost will be ten times more expensive."

"Brother——"

The masked man coughed, his voice clear.

"Ah, I'm sorry, it turned out to be the eldest sister. Oh, eldest sister, it's like this. When I died, the family member told me that she would never remarry, but I always watched her flirting with my brother for a long time. , I can’t swallow this breath even if I die, can you help me check to see if she is really a well-behaved widow in the world, or is she getting along with my brother!"

"Cha Yangjian Shi, the price is this, please take a look first."

"Excuse me, Xiaosheng liked a girl in his previous life, but she was rich and rich and could not look down on a poor scholar. Xiaosheng was timid and never showed his feelings to her. Later, she got married, and Xiaosheng also replaced her. She was happy. Unexpectedly, the person she trusted was actually a married man... Alas, something happened later, and she... was one step ahead of Xiaosheng. Therefore, Xiaosheng wanted to check two things. The first was this Where is the girl now? The second thing is... I want to know our fate in the next life..."

"You can check what happened in the next life, but you won't be charged any money. You need to exchange your life in the next life. As for where the girl is, please tell me your name and submit your portrait."

"Oh, okay, okay. There is a portrait, here. The girl's surname is Yao, and her last name is Lan..."

There are ghost words in front of every counter, and the body is rotting, but the obsession can't be let go.

Mo Ran held the lamp in his arms and walked around looking around, and found that there were people asking about everything. The people in Shunfeng Tower were either collecting money or receiving Yangshou.

He has no money, and if he lets them take away his life, he will be found out that he is a widow who has sneaked into the underworld. I was worried for a moment, and I couldn't help but secretly scold Master Huaisui for being so stupid that he didn't know how to stuff some banknotes and ingots into his pocket in advance.

But after looking at the price list, it didn't seem too expensive to inquire personally. Mo Ran was worried, ran back to the wine shop, and finally caught up with the scholar. After some hard talk, he borrowed some meager silver and returned to Shunfeng Building.

After queuing for a long time, it was finally his turn.

Mo Ran said anxiously: "I'm looking for someone. This is a portrait."

He handed Chu Wanning's portrait to the other party and was about to continue. Unexpectedly, after reading it, the man chuckled lightly, closed the scroll and asked, "Why are you looking for him?"

"Ah?" Mo Ran was startled, "You know where he is just by looking at the painting?"

"Yes. But tell me first, why are you looking for him?"

"He is an old friend of mine."

The other party glanced at him again, and then said: "Wait a moment." Then he leaned over and whispered a few words to a colleague next to him. When he came back, his tone was much kinder.

"Since he is Mr. Chu's old friend, I won't accept the money." The man stood up and waved to him, "You can follow me upstairs."

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The first three are bad memes from various scarf jokes and skits. They are not original memes, but because they are used too many times, I tried to find the origin, but I can’t find them. . . . It seems that it first appeared in the Spring Festival Gala sketch? Shocked, is he so rustic and happy? To avoid misunderstanding, I would like to state qaq here

Chapter 108 Master’s Earthly Soul

Mo Ran followed him upstairs in a daze, and his feet made a strange creaking sound on the wooden steps that were in disrepair. He couldn't help but ask: "You call him Mr. Chu?"

"Yes, he was sent by Yama to take care of this building. He is our elder."

"..."

Mo Ran didn't say anything, but he was a little surprised in his heart.

"We're here." The masked man stopped in front of a half-moon-shaped arch on the second floor, and gently knocked on the ajar carved vermilion door, "Mr. Chu, your old friend is here to find you."

There was silence inside for a moment, and then I remembered the gentle voice, like warm wine on the stove and soft hair on the pillow.

"Old friend? Him again? I said, I don't want to see him again. Just let him go back."

The masked man coughed lightly: "No, Mr. Chu misunderstood, it's not him this time."

"Who else could it be?" There was a moment of silence and he said, "That's all, please come in."

The inside of the Nuan Pavilion is very elegant and clean, and the furnishings of tables and chairs are even simple and a bit cold. But the ground was covered with luxurious soft felt. When Mo Ran walked in, half of his feet immediately sank into it, and there was also the pungent smell of wild animal fur in the air. What was incompatible with this atmosphere was the man pruning flower branches by the window.

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