Yama Rising Chapter 4: : Grandma (recommendation for new book issue)

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What's the matter?

Qin Ye was stunned, and as he returned, the crowd moved away. A middle-aged man in his forties was pacing in front of his house. When he saw him coming back, he stepped forward and grabbed his hand and sighed, "Xiao Qin...you must be mentally prepared."

"What the **** is going on?"

The man pursed his mouth and said softly: "Just now...your grandma suddenly fainted and lost her breath..."

"Yeah, Xiao Qin, hurry up to see the hospital! Say if you have no money." "Your grandmother is too old and can't be delayed. Hurry up! We have already dialed 120."

Every day on this street, everyone’s doors are open, instead of the urban indifference in big cities. In the concern of the neighbors in the neighborhood, Qin Ye's eyes flashed, and then he rushed towards the house.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a gray-haired old man lying on the bed with his hands folded. He took a deep breath, reached out tremblingly, tried his breath, and pressed his pulse.

No breathing!

He stood silently on the head of the bed for two full minutes without the old man moving. He suddenly walked out of the house and nodded to the people outside: "Dear uncles and aunts, thank you, I have given the medicine to grandma. It's okay, the old problem is gone. Now grandma has recovered, I will help her take a look first and come back tomorrow Thanks."

After speaking, he closed the door. Isolate a door of discussion.

Leaning on the door, he hung his head. He raised his hand weakly, as if trying to cover his eyes. In this silence, a deep laughter finally came out of his mouth, and the hand that was about to hold his eyes was squeezed firmly, forming a fist.

"YEAH!!"

You have today too!

Quickly rushed to the bed and grabbed grandma's body roughly. The old man was light-hearted. Qin Ye looked around excitedly. There was no shortage of coffins in the funeral. He kicked the coffin and stuffed it in. Picking up the tool familiarly, biting the nail in his mouth, holding the hammer in his hand, when he is about to knock it down. The old woman in the coffin didn't know when she opened her eyes and looked at him faintly.

The picture freezes instantly.

"Quite busy?"

"Hehe...not busy, not busy." Qin Yegan smiled and withdrew his hands, trying to cover up his tools.

"I remember I was lying in bed?"

"...The bed board is too hard, I'll change your position."

"Don't you think the space is too small?" Grandma sneered and sat up, her face full of wrinkles, and she was wearing a black blouse. Qin Ye wailed and squatted down while holding his eyebrows.

Grandma poured herself a cup of tea leisurely, and spit it out after taking a sip: "Yangjian tea is still so awful."

Then you go!

Will your conscience not hurt by eating for nothing?

"Grandma..." Qin Ye, who moaned for a few seconds, finally stood up with blushing eyebrows, gritted his teeth but forced a smile: "You... are you ‘going down’ again?"

"Don't call grandma, I can't afford to be a grandma." Grandma smiled with her sullen mouth, looking at Qin Ye like a dead person: "Have you heard a legend?"

"Legend... There are two possibilities for people who have eaten Tai Sui."

"The first is to become an inhuman monster. The second..." Her thin fingers tapped on the table lightly: "It means immortality."

She leaned out and looked at Qin Ye directly, her face wrinkled and looked very gloomy, and she smiled: "Have you...heard of this kind of thing?"

"No." Qin Ye replied to the other side calmly.

Looking at each other for a few seconds, grandma retracted her gaze and smiled sharply: "That's weird... Your name is not on the book of life and death. Knock on your door in the middle of the night a week ago, you can actually see me..."

Qin Ye said nonsense with a serious face: "Don't talk nonsense, that is the problem of light refraction. From a scientific point of view, Canadian neuroscientist Michael Pesinger proved that the temporal lobe of the brain is exposed to changing electromagnetic fields. , Can make people have a haunted experience... and toxicologist Albert Downey put forward the hypothesis that continuous exposure to certain substances, such as carbon monoxide, formaldehyde, pesticides, etc., can cause people to produce a haunted-like experience. Environment..."

Before the voice fell, Qin Ye flew out two meters and hit the bed with a muffled sound in his forehead.

"The old man hates academic bully the most." Grandma took out a foot-long water pipe and lit it, lightly took a sip, and said: "Have you found'it'?"

Qin Ye grinned and rubbed his waist and stood up: "No."

"It's weird." Grandma Youyou flicked the buzzer: "It doesn't make sense... It's just around this county..."

Qin Ye looked at her grandma's face, and tentatively asked: "What the **** is it? You tell me somehow?"

Find it and get out! Shouldn’t there be a deadline for eating and living for nothing?

Grandma didn’t answer, Qin Ye swallowed, and said courageously, “Even if you don’t tell me what it is, you must at least tell me what your name is and why you came to Yangjian? Look at your yin... …"

He paused and blinked.

In his eyes, if the black yin qi lingering outside his body is a fire, the yin qi on this old woman's body is simply the Great Wall beacon!

Yin Qi is soaring into the sky, almost in essence. The comparison between herself and her is simply the comparison between Yinghuo and Haoyue. This is no longer a problem of ghosts, it is simply that Yama is alive, right?

So... why do you want to eat and drink for nothing in my little shop where you are so good at bones! Ghost elves, please go back to your pokeball, okay?

"Your yin air... is definitely not an ordinary yin in the underworld, right?"

There is still no answer.

Grandma squinted her eyes, the clouds of smoke swirling around like meditation. Qin Ye tentatively said: "It's not that you are not welcome...Speaking of which you are also a fellow'downward'... But! People living in the sun need money, that is the kind of red paper currency. You don't want to say anything. Where to catch, where to live, and where to stay... Somehow it also gives me a period of psychological development, right?"

"Give you a week of adaptation time, you haven't adapted yet?" Grandma finally put down the smoker, her wrinkled face looked at Qin Ye with a little surprise.

Qin Ye shook his head solemnly.

"That's it..." Grandma sighed faintly, hooked her finger, and a black, yin-filled booklet flew out of Qin Ye's chest. Grandma spread it out gently, inside were folded pages like an ancient book, and on the first page was a picture of Qin Ye.

But this photo is not a few inches, but...a black and white photo completely condensed from black and white!

There are a few lines below.

Name: Qin Ye (nicknamed dog egg).

Hometown: Liuertuozi Village, Gazigou, Tang'an County, Qingguang City.

Family members: Grandpa (deceased) parents (deceased).

Birth date: October 1, 1938.

Grandma's wrinkled hands paused, her eyes were a little complicated, she took a deep look at Qin Ye: "In front of the old man, there is nothing you can hide...As long as you have a longevity, as long as you have been' People, "As long as you are still alive, your past is clear."

"After all these years, I can still maintain this kind of cheerful and positive attitude...You are good, really good. I like you very much."

Qin Ye poked his ears: "What are you talking about? I don't understand at all. It looks so profound."

Grandma didn't care about him at all, and smiled and took a cigarette: "Only when you have been in the ocean can you not lose yourself in the ugliness or friendliness of human nature. This bad letter, the old man's confidence is not wrong."

"You should also know that with your status, neither life nor death, in fact, both sides are rejected. How important this civil servant's certificate is to you."

Just below this information, there are a few more lines.

Position: A new apprenticeship with a new ghost.

Time to take office: 5 days, 13 hours, 27 minutes, 6 seconds.

"But."

Grandma's hand has lightly smeared the photo, and she sighed: "I turned my heart to the moon, but the moon shines on the ditch..."

When the dry hand was placed on the photo, Qin Ye's black and white photo fluctuated in an instant, and before she erased it, the other hand was firmly pressed on it.

"Buddha has passed by, and I will not go to hell, whoever goes to hell." Qin Ye's face was determined, comparable to revolutionary martyrs: "Boss, learn to give new people opportunities. Now it's hard to find a job. Young people talk. The complaint on the Internet may not be a real complaint, but an infinite yearning for promotion and salary increase."

"What they need is an opportunity! An opportunity to show their abilities!"

The corners of my grandmother’s mouth twitched: "The'young people' in 1938... It seems that after the vicissitudes of life, not only the two faces have been added, but also the strong desire to survive."

Throwing the book to Qin Ye casually, Qin Ye took it down with a flat face. Bowed and smiled: "If something is going on, you can support it."

"Dogdan..."

Qin Ye's face turned black instantly.

Grandma raised her eyebrows: "Huh?"

"...you ordered."

Grandma narrowed her smile, tapped the smoke gun lightly on the table, and then she spoke for a long time: "I know, you have many doubts. Including why I found you late at night a week ago. And why I am here. But... "

She took a deep breath: "Tomorrow at twelve o'clock, the old man will tell you."

Qin Ye was silent for a while, and tentatively said: "On the moon willow heads, people will meet after dusk?"

Deadly still.

Inhales and exhales, and grandma calmly said: "Get out!" Announcing that the exchange ended without problems.

Looking at the figure of Qin Ye walking outside while sighing, grandma's eyes were extremely complicated. It wasn't until the sound of washing outside came that she solemnly pulled up the smock on her left hand.

It's still the old man's skin, but... the left hand rises from the elbow, and it turns out a transparent color! And a faint golden light radiates from the bones and muscles!

These golden lights reveal the nature of the Buddha, and one can even see the rootless golden lotus growing and annihilating in it. Countless small, looming Sanskrit scripts flow through meridians. But this kind of Buddha nature brought unspeakable pain to grandma.

Just a few seconds after lifting it up, the cold sweat on her forehead dripped desperately.

"Not much..."

She pulled up her sleeves and looked out the window with groaning eyes: "Yang Jian has noticed the great changes in the underworld... The time left for me is running out..."

"It's a pity... this kid has a good temperament, but he has seen too much, too oily. After eating too much...not only immortal, but also never grow up, maintaining the age of the year. With this This kind of deformed identity lives in the intriguing human world... I wanted to tune/teach him more, but unfortunately..."

She stood up and danced with her white hair and no wind: "There is no time..."

"Where is ‘it’? I can’t find it, everything is just empty talk... Hundreds of billions of evil spirits flooded into the world, and the mere prelude to the eruption of ghost events..."