Chapter 19: The Means of Yin Lao Liu

  I thought it was all over, but now this Zhao Ershu can instantly throw off the four strong men holding him down. As for the thin and weak Yin Laoliu in front of me, he shouldn't be a problem at all. In fact, I could vaguely feel that as long as Zhao Ershu's large hands exerted a bit more force, Yin Laoliu would definitely lose his breath...

  But I still underestimated Old Yin Liu, who seemed to not take Zhao Ershu seriously at all. Facing Zhao Ershu, who was pinching his own neck and lifting himself up, Old Yin Liu's face turned bright red from suffocation and had difficulty breathing, but he didn't panic.

  At this time, I saw him suddenly pick up the brush that had been dipped in ink beforehand, and then directly stick the yellow paper in his hand onto Zhao Ershu's face in front of him, and started to wield the brush on the yellow paper with a flourish.

  Yin Lao Liu wrote something on the yellow paper with a flourish of his brush, but I couldn't understand it. It looked like he was scribbling nonsense characters that didn't make sense, and yet, with just one stroke of his brush, a mysterious symbol resembling a ghostly talisman appeared on the paper.

  When he finished writing, Yin Lao Liu squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

  "Go!"

  As soon as he shouted these words out, the yellow paper stuck to Zhao Ershu's face suddenly ignited, and what was burning was a cluster of dark green flames.

  As the flames rose, Zhao Ershu suddenly loosened his grip on Yin Laoliu's neck. The next second, Zhao Ershu was hugging a head and wailing.

  "No! You can't chase me away! I haven't had enough fun yet! My cotton candy, my new world, mine..."

  "Crack——"

  Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Ershu's body slumped to one side and fell onto a broken table beside him, motionless.

  In an instant, the entire room was eerily quiet, except for Old Six's continuous gasping sounds, and nothing else could be heard...

  At the moment when Zhao Ershu fell, I discovered a detail. Just after he fell, the black air above his forehead quickly dissipated, and then a wisp of black smoke floated out of his mouth, and then disappeared without a trace.

  Everything seems to have calmed down, and Old Sixth Yin rubbed his neck, which had been pinched red, then loudly scolded the four burly men who were sprawled around him: "You four useless big fellows can't even subdue one living person, what's the point of being so strong and sturdy!"

  When Yin Lao Liu said that, the four big men all turned bright red with embarrassment and lowered their heads in unison.

  They didn't dare to refute Old Yin Liu, but I did. Seeing Old Yin Liu speaking about others like that, I couldn't bear it anymore. So I spoke up and said: "Is he a normal person? He's possessed by a ghost! Just now the burst of energy he released, not to mention four people, even if there were eight more they wouldn't be able to hold him down!"

  Look at me standing up for them, Yin Lao Liu scolded me with a bad temper: "You're still speaking for them! Just now I was pinched on the neck and lifted into mid-air by him, what were you doing? Were you watching the excitement or waiting for me to be strangled to death?! Luckily I learned some simple symbol drawing techniques when I was young, otherwise I would have been dead long ago!"

  When Yin Lao Liu said that, I scratched my head and replied to him: "Just now wasn't I stunned? So...so I didn't react for a while. Eh? Right! Grandpa Yin, what did you draw on the yellow paper just now? Why did the yellow paper self-ignite after drawing? And it seems to have subdued the ghost-possessed Zhao Ershu.

  When I asked this, Yin Laosix proudly raised his own goat beard and then pretended to be calm and composed, saying: "This is not an ordinary trick, it's called falling pen and drawing symbols. This is not something that ordinary people can master, you need to have a certain level of wisdom."

  "Think you can master the art of calligraphy? It's not something ordinary people can grasp? You think you have a natural talent for it? Ha! You're just pretending to be a monk! All you need to do is scribble some mysterious stuff on yellow paper according to the rules, and anyone can do it once they get the hang of it!" I sneered at Old Six Yin.

  "I'm just a beginner? Who can write fluently like that? Let me tell you, kid, this talisman is all about the state of mind. When drawing it, one must fully immerse themselves, without any distractions, the body must be upright, and the strokes must be steady. It's not as simple as you think. The one I drew earlier was a ghost-repelling talisman, which is considered relatively simple. If it were more complex, I wouldn't even know how to do it!"

  Yin Lao Liu told me these things, and although I listened with great interest, I really couldn't understand them. Besides, this is an extraordinary time, and I didn't have the leisure to chat with him about such useless things. So I asked Yin Lao Liu: "Has the little ghost on Zhao Ershu's body been exorcised? Has Zhao Ershu been saved?" Looking at Zhao Ershu who had fallen onto the table, although I was still angry, I felt a bit sorry for him, and even felt somewhat guilty towards him, because after all, Zhao Ershu ended up like this largely due to my own taboos.

  "Get rid of the little demon? That's not easy! I'm not a ghost-catching Taoist, it's already good that I managed to drive him away. However, I think he won't come again, after all, he's just a small ghost, his ghostly wisdom is unstable and his ghostly skills are shallow, he shouldn't look for trouble again. I just drove him away earlier. As for Zhao Lao Er, maybe he'll be ill for a few days, it'll be fine in a few days."

  After listening to Old Six Yin, I finally put my mind at ease. So I shouted out the window: "Is Auntie Er still there? Hurry up and help your husband get up, then help him change his clothes first!"

  I shouted at the window to Er Niang, and outside, Li San Shu from the Li family yelled back at me: "You're talking about Zhao Lao Er's wife? Damn it, she ran away early in the morning and didn't care about Zhao Lao Er after seeing him go crazy. She just went back to her mother's house. What a useless woman!"

  When Li Jiasan said this, I shook my head helplessly. At this time, Yin Laoliu spoke up: "Which family's women will help take care of Zhao Laoer for a few days? After Zhao Laoer recovers, I'll do some calculations for her. I can't guarantee that she'll get promoted or rich, but avoiding disasters and difficulties is still possible."

  When Yin Lao Liu said that, the women watching outside the window were no longer calm. They rushed to help take care of Zhao Lao Er...

  Who is Yin Lao Liu? Everyone knows, that's the living god who is famous far and near in these ten miles of villages! Whoever he calculates for, whoever it is will be kneeling down and begging, but still can't get it! According to legend, according to legend! There was once a big boss who wanted Yin Lao Liu to calculate for him, gave Yin Lao Liu one million yuan as a gift, but Yin Lao Liu didn't even bother...

  Now that Old Man Yin has spoken, it's a huge good thing. In an instant, the surrounding women didn't mind Zhao Ershu's stinky body and rushed to help take care of him.

  After seeing Zhao Ershu temporarily out of trouble, Yin Laoliu walked to my side and said in a low voice: "Let's go, this matter is settled. Now we should think about how to get your dad out of trouble."

  As soon as I heard Old Six Yin say that, my eyes suddenly lit up, and then I quietly followed Old Six Yin away.

  After we left Zhao Ershu's house, I couldn't wait to ask Yin Laoliu: "Grandpa Yin, how can you help me get my dad out of the yamen?"

  Listening to this, Yin Lao Liu furrowed his brow and said: "According to reason, your father committed a capital offense. Even if he is pardoned, it's unlikely that he can escape imprisonment. However..."

  "Oh dear, don't get in my way, I'm in a hurry!"

  Seeing me speaking to him in a flustered manner, Yin Lao Liu smiled and said: "However, you can ask someone you know for help!"

  "Who can I ask for help? Who do I know? Who has the ability to get my dad out of jail?" Yin Laoliu's words really left me speechless.

  Yin Lao Liu mysteriously smiled at me and said, "Didn't you say that you had committed the taboo of harming your relatives? Was it that young man who drank the discontinued white wine who told you?"

  "What does this have to do with him?" I asked.

  "The person I'm telling you to find is him. Tonight, you'll still be on duty as usual. I believe he'll come looking for you again. When the time comes, just ask him to help bail your dad out. If he's unwilling, mention my name and say that Yin Laoliu asked him for help!"

  "Ask him? He... can he really do it?" I looked at Yin Laoliu in disbelief.

  "Haha, in this world, things that living people can't accomplish, dead people might just be able to!"

  "What? You're saying that young man... That young man is really dead?" Although I had a premonition that he might not be a living person, when I actually heard the news, I was still startled.

  "Of course, your cabin, no living soul can enter except you..."

  "What?!?"

  Yin Lao Liu's words scared me out of my wits.

  Ignoring my astonishment, Old Yin Liu smiled and said to me: "Want to know how he died? Once you know, you'll believe it. This ghostly errand might take you three years to finish..."

  The noble gentleman's gathering hall is shrouded in dark fate

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