I hurriedly said, "Old man, I can't ask for your things. ”

I was looking for something to save the ghost's life because the old man had a good heart, and if I took his things, what would I become?

The old man smiled, "You are a yin, don't you know the truth that life does not bring death and does not take away?" I've shown people half of my life's grave, I have no children and no daughters, I'm about to leave, I don't give you anything, who am I going to? ”

"Take it, it's not a valuable item, but it should be useful to you." As I spoke, the blood on the old man's face gradually faded, as if it had been absorbed by the skin, and at the same time, my body, which I had not seen, was slowly revealed.

I thought about it and felt that there was some truth in what he said.

Looking at the box again, it was an old and dilapidated biscuit box, rusted in some places, and it really didn't look like it contained anything valuable.

So he nodded: "Since that's the case, I'll take the things, old man, thank you." ”

At this time, the old man looked not much different from a normal person, waved his hand, and said:

"Don't thank me, this is also the inheritance of the ancestors that doesn't have to be lost in my hands."

Bo couldn't help but ask curiously: "Old man, what's in this box?" ”

"It's nothing, just a few old pages."

Listening to the old man say this, I don't have any psychological burden, but the old man's next words made my heart sudden.

The old man said that the old books in the box were given to him by an old friend in the early years for safekeeping.

At that time, the man said that he would get the things back when the limelight passed, but he underestimated the cruelty of the catastrophe and did not live to get the things back.

The blind man and I looked at each other, and we both thought of what the old man meant by 'catastrophe'.

In those ten years, I don't know how many old objects and old inheritances were destroyed, which can by no means be estimated in terms of monetary value.

Sure enough, the old man went on to say that his old friend, who was originally a doctor, should not be affected, but the bad thing is that his way of treating people is different from that of ordinary Langzhong. In short, it's mixed with 'things that can't be explained by science.'"

This maverick doctor was well-known in the local area at the time, and it was because of this that he suffered.

The old man with the goatee was an ordinary peasant at the time, and when he got the things, he didn't dare to look at them, so he dug a pit in the corner of the back of the house and buried the tin box.

Later, the doctor's friend froze to death in the cowshed, and the days of turmoil were gone, so the old man dug up the box.

When I opened it, I saw that it was only a few pages of old books wrapped in oiled paper.

The old man didn't know much about it, and he couldn't understand most of the content on it, but the record on the page still made him break out in a cold sweat on the spot.

The pages of the book are recorded as if they were to treat people, but they are more about ghosts, foxes, and monsters.

After that catastrophe, the old man has become a frightened bird. I was afraid that I would cause death, and I wanted to burn the pages, but I felt sorry for the trust of the deceased. After thinking about it, I decided to wrap the things up and bury them in the ground.

Speaking of this, the old man shook his head with emotion, "I haven't thrown this thing away, just to miss my old friend." I didn't expect that it was just a casual look at it at the beginning, but now it has saved my life. ”

The blind man reacted very quickly, looked at me, and asked, "You mean, the method of using things like Taishan Stone and Yin Tianhua to save the ghost body is recorded on the pages of the book in the box?" ”

The old man nodded, "Yes, I also became a ghost, and it occurred that the recipe recorded on it was indeed a cure for diseases, but most of them were not for treating the living, but for healing ghosts." ”

"That friend of yours is a ghost doctor?!" I blurted out.

Lao He said that if he could find a ghost doctor, he might be able to make Xu Jie recover.

For the legendary special profession of ghost doctor, Lao He only knows that there is such a inheritance, and he doesn't know where to look for it.

I never expected to get a clue about the ghost doctor here.

Ghost Doctor...... The doctor's friend in Goatee's mouth has long since died.

The old man said that the reason why he knew how to save himself was because he had read the pages of the book in the iron box.

Could it be that those pages record the inheritance of ghost doctors?

The old man shook his head and said that he could not verify the true identity of that friend.

The rooster crows again, and the sky has begun to lighten.

The old man looked in the direction of the cemetery through the back window for a while, then turned back and said, "The successor is coming soon, and I am going where I should go." ”

"I'll go with you!"

Bobo, who had never appeared, said a word, and then said to me: "Big handsome guy, I couldn't find the painter last night in order to save the old man." But I have to find him, or ...... Alas...... You're still going to have to do me a favor and help me find it. I'll go first, and I'll come back to you! ”

I was stunned, and suddenly reacted, "The painter ......"

I would like to say that the painter has come uninvited and is now attached to me.

But the daredevil, who was just going to say what he had to say, disappeared with the old man with the goatee.

We closed the door and got into the blind pickup, and as soon as we drove across the stone bridge, we saw a man with a broken bag waving at our car.

I was still distracted by the box, but when the blind man stopped the car, I was stunned to find that I knew the person who stopped the car.

This middle-aged man with a somewhat sloppy appearance is actually inspired by Fang Qi, who had been in my car not long ago!

Fang Qiqi also recognized me and asked me in surprise why I was here.

He was a little surprised to hear that I lived nearby.

I thought he had come to City River Street to choose a cemetery for his deceased mother.

Unexpectedly, he said that he used to set up a stall to make a living, in order to facilitate the care of the old lady, but now that the old lady is gone, he is too lazy to be exposed to the wind and sun, and from time to time he is looked down upon, so he simply found a job as a grave watcher, which can be regarded as a fixed livelihood.

As for his mother's ashes, Fang Qiqi said with a wry smile that the cemetery is as expensive as the house where the living live now, and he can't afford it. Anyway, he will live in the cemetery all the year round in the future, so he will simply let the old lady stay at home 'alone'.

He stopped our car to ask us if we knew where the grave keeper lived......

I don't feel miserable for Fang Qiqi, I can only say that everyone has their own path to go. As long as your waist is straight, the sympathy and pity of others are superfluous.

When I got home, the blind man couldn't wait for me to open the tin box.

I was more anxious than him, so I just stood downstairs and shouted, 'I'm back,' and ran back to the counter.

As the old man with the goatee said, the box should not have been opened much, and the lid was already rusted.

I used my saber for a long time to pry the lid open.

Inside the box was an oiled paper bag, which looked about the size of a regular booklet.

Layer by layer of oiled paper was uncovered, and inside was indeed a stack of old pages that were pressed evenly.

I looked at the blind man and picked up the page and flipped through it with him.

Just a cursory flip through, both of them were stunned.