Strange Tales: The Yin-Yang Celestial Master

It was past [-] o'clock in the evening to see off the guests, and serve the reheated meals. Housekeeper Qi took advantage of this time to stand next to Qi Buyang to report to him the business situation of the Qi family during this period, and blocked Luo Lang by the way, preventing him from talking with Qi Buyang. My young master is too close.

Luo Lang was not annoyed either, he stood up and changed his seat, and sat on the other side of Qi Buyang, but just as his butt touched the chair, Butler Qi turned around and paced back and forth, and stood between him and Qi Buyang lightly, leaving only one in the middle. Nian's housekeeper's arrogant back showed him.

"..." Luo Lang stared at the housekeeper's butt, with veins popping up on his head, he couldn't help poking hard in the bowl with his chopsticks, making a crisp "ding ding ding" sound.

Hearing the noise, Qi Buyang raised his head in doubt, "Mr. Luo, what's the matter?" He was still looking at the account book for this period of time. Recently, the business of the Qi family is not bad, but there are fewer and fewer external branches who are willing to invest in the door. , There are only a few disciples in the entire Qi family, but this is the status quo of the entire industry, and there is no way to worry.

Luo Lang rudely pushed away the obtrusive butler, and finally revealed Qi Buyang's delicate face behind him, "Yangyang, this vegetable is so unpalatable..."

"Master, please go to the funeral parlor at night." Butler Qi interrupted Luo Lang's words neatly, and he was talking about work. Sure enough, Qi Buyang's attention immediately turned to this side, and asked seriously: "What's going on?" ?”

"They said something strange happened, but it's not convenient during the day, and it might cause panic if the guests see the Celestial Master passing by, so you must ask you to go and see after they get off work."

Qi Buyang nodded, "Then I'll go after dinner, Uncle Qi, please tell them."

"Yangyang—" Master Luo was ignored, begging for attention with a constipated face.

"Mr. Luo," Qi Buyang quickly looked over, "Is the food not to your liking?"

"Don't worry about him, young master, he doesn't need to eat human food." Butler Qi reminded him "intimately".

Luo Lang cast a smiling look, "Sometimes I also like to treat humans as food."

"But I used to eat very well." Qi Buyang was a little distressed, he had forgotten that Luo Lang was different from them, but he didn't know what he liked to eat, oh yes, "How about buying candied haws for you? "He looked at Luo Lang and asked sincerely.

"..."

After finally finishing a meal that made Luo Lang's heart choke, Qi Buyang ran out without taking a rest.

"Why go?" Luo Lang held him back.

"Funeral home, Uncle Qi said that during the meal just now."

"Aren't you going to buy me candied haws?"

Qi Buyang was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "If I have any more, I will bring them to you when I come back."

Luo Lang wanted to ask him why he was in such a hurry, and the funeral home did not say that he would go today, but before he could say anything, the words Qi Buyang said before sounded in his ears: I want to do as much as I can while I am still alive , because my life is short.

Hearing this sentence for the second time, I was a little stunned, and when I realized it, I realized that I had let go of Qi Buyang's hand, and the little celestial master had already jumped to the door and was ready to go out.

Before he had time to think about the strange feeling that suddenly appeared in his heart just a moment ago, Master Luo caught up with the person in front, "I'll go with you."

...

The funeral home they were going to was also located in the outskirts of the city, but they were in completely opposite directions. By the time they got there, it was already dark.There are only a few street lamps on the cement road leading to the museum, and the dim light barely illuminates the small piece of ground in front of the lamp post. There is no human voice around, only the chirping of insects can be heard one after another.

Qi Buyang and Luo Lang walked forward in the direction guided by the light, and almost invisible shadows suddenly appeared when they passed by the place with street lights, silently dragging behind them.After walking for a few minutes, they finally came to the front of the museum. There were people waiting on the wide steps with flashlights, and they ran down to meet them.

"Hello, are you from the Qi family?"

Qi Buyang nodded to him, "Hi, I'm Qi Buyang, and this is Mr. Luo."

The man's face was hidden behind the beam of light, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but he seemed to be very afraid of something, and said in a low voice: "You come with me." Then he turned and walked into the funeral parlor in a hurry.

Luo Lang remained silent for a while, Qi Buyang suddenly felt uneasy, stretched out his hand to the side, and was held by another person's hand in the next second.That usually annoying voice sounded in my ears, "What, are you scared?"

Qi Buyang straightened his waist and said in embarrassment: "How is that possible!" He followed the man in the funeral parlor without looking back, but his hand was still held by Luo Lang.

The three walked into the hall all the way, only the lights were still on in the corridor on the right, Qi Buyang discovered the security uniform on the person leading the way in front.The security guard led them to one of the offices, and when they entered, they found that there was another person inside, a slightly fat middle-aged man.Qi Buyang had met this person before, he was the curator of the funeral home.Seeing him coming, the curator quickly stood up to greet him, "Master Xiao Qi, you are finally here!"

Qi Buyang introduced Luo Lang to him, the curator nodded, obviously worried about something, a little absent-minded, suddenly seemed to remember something: "By the way, I forgot to introduce, the one who picked you up just now is our security guard, Little Wang."

"Xiao Wang first discovered this incident, and he was on duty that day." The curator pointed to the surveillance video behind him, "I'll show you something, please sit down."

Xiao Wang pulled out the previous surveillance video, which showed the mortuary, where three corpses were neatly arranged, all covered with white cloth, in preparation for the make-up artist to sort out the corpses and bid farewell to the corpses early the next morning.There is no living person in this room, and the camera is only looking at the corpse. The picture seems to be still, only the time in the upper left corner jumps occasionally.

After a while, the screen suddenly flickered, and then the corpse in the middle sat up slowly, and its movements were no different from those of a living person except for the stiffness.It lifted the white cloth on its body, landed its bare feet on the ground, then stood up from the mortuary bed, and walked out of the room slowly. At this time, the time displayed on the screen was three o'clock in the morning.

Xiao Wang called up the monitoring screen in the hall again, and the time was exactly the same as the time in the morgue just now. After a while, the moving corpse appeared, walked across the corner of the screen, and then completely disappeared from the screen.

"The next day we found the body in the wasteland not far from here, brought it back, and did a death test again. It was indeed dead, even the corpse spots appeared. It is impossible to come back from the dead. Yes." The curator had an unbelievable expression on his face, as if he didn't even believe what he said, "We didn't dare to say anything about this matter, and we didn't even tell the family members. After checking and confirming that there is no problem, we will proceed according to the original procedure. Farewell to the body, after which it was cremated."

"Master Xiao Qi, I have not been a funeral home for a year or two. I have heard a lot of weird rumors and seen some, but none of them are as exaggerated. You see, the evidence is convincing, and they are all recorded. This, this, this , Isn’t this a fake corpse! If it gets out, it will definitely cause panic, who would dare to come here? I’m afraid even the employees here will come and resign with me!” The curator was anxious and helpless.

"Even if you resign, there's one person you're not afraid of." Luo Lang pointed at the security guard, who smiled awkwardly at him.

The curator sighed and said, "Well, to tell you the truth, he already asked me to leave today, and I persuaded me for a long time before agreeing to stay in the museum until we find a new security guard.

Qi Buyang comforted him: "Don't worry, first think about whether there is anything strange on or around the corpse when you find it the next day."

"Strange place? It seems that there is no..." The curator fell into deep thought.

"By the way! Blood! There's blood!" Xiao Wang suddenly thought of something and reminded.

"That's right!" The curator remembered it as soon as he heard it, and nodded repeatedly: "When we found the corpse, it had a little blood on its forehead and the back of its hand. At first we thought it was its own blood, so we speculated that it was It’s not really dead, but after the forensic examination, it was just ordinary animal blood, we thought it might have been stained by some animal that night in the wilderness, so we didn’t care.”

Blood?A flash of surprise flashed in Qi Buyang's heart, and he asked: "Is the blood drawn as symbols or words?"

The curator shook his head, "That's not true, but it may have been painted before, because when we found it, the bloodstains had been wiped off, leaving only a little bit, nothing can be seen."

"Then let's wait and see if something will happen tonight."

Several people turned their attention to the surveillance video. The security guard Xiao Wang made everyone a cup of coffee. He only caught up on sleep during the day, and he was used to working the night shift long ago, so it didn't matter to him.But the curator, who was over [-] years old, soon became ill. After one o'clock in the morning, he began to doze off uncontrollably, and finally fell asleep on the back of the chair.

Master Luo, who was the oldest, was fine. The old god was sitting comfortably with his feet on the table.However, after watching the surveillance for a long time without any movement, he became bored, and turned to look at Qi Buyang again.Although Xiao Tianshi is young, he has always been a good baby who goes to bed early and gets up early. He rarely stays up late. At first, he can concentrate on staring at the screen with his spirit of inquiry and enthusiasm for work. All at once.

Luo Lang pushed him coldly, and saw the little celestial master tremble, shaking his head and waking up, like a startled puppy.This action made Luo Lang smile happily, and reached out to rub the boy's hair, "You should go to bed."

Qi Buyang rubbed his sleepy eyes, still not awake, and spoke softly: "I can't sleep, what if the corpse comes back to life while asleep."

"Lack of sleep will make you not grow taller." Luo Lang said deliberately, he knew that Qi Buyang was not satisfied with his current height.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Qi Buyang wrinkled his face in embarrassment, as if he was weighing which was more important, but before he could figure out the result, a new round of drowsiness hit him again, his eyelids couldn't be opened no matter what, and finally It was still closed, and the body slowly leaned to the side, as if it was about to fall down.Luo Lang raised the corners of his lips, stretched out his long hand, and pulled him over to lean on his shoulder.The little celestial master, who was drowsy, subconsciously slipped into the warm embrace, and soon fell asleep peacefully.Luo Lang's hand slid down and encircled Qi Buyang's waist. The soft touch made him feel good, as if something in his heart was almost filled.

Master Luo, who was addicted to his hands, raised his eyes and found that the security guard was staring at them blankly.The smile on his lips didn't decrease, but it was more sinister: "What's the matter? Do you want me to dig out your eyeballs for you?"

The security guard was so frightened that he quickly covered his eyes, turned around and shivered silently.

The night passed and nothing happened.When the sky began to turn pale, Luo Lang finally lost his patience, picked up Qi Buyang and was about to leave, the curator hadn't woken up yet, the security wanted to stop him, but seeing Luo Lang's face, he swallowed all the words that came to his lips Go in and watch them leave.

As soon as he walked out of the monitoring room, Qi Buyang woke up. He opened his eyes in a daze for a while before fully waking up, struggling to get down.

"Why did you leave? Where's the curator? Did something happen last night?"

Luo Lang pursed his lips, and reluctantly let him fall to the ground, while answering his barrage of questions: "Nothing happened. That uncle hasn't woken up yet."

"I actually fell asleep!" Qi Buyang patted his forehead annoyedly, "No, I have to tell the curator, this matter is very serious, I have to come here again." He turned around and walked back.

"I said that uncle is still sleeping, so it's impolite to wake others up." Luo Lang dragged him back and dragged him outside without any explanation, "Go back to sleep, your eyes are no better than zombies now go."

"..." Qi Buyang blinked his interfering eyes, his face was a little red, and he followed obediently.