Talk about the world of mortals in detail

Generally speaking, bad luck will come first before death, but there are also several special situations.

They all left on their own. The difference was that the kind of ghosts that Yin Zha wanted to catch were called escaped souls, while the escaped souls like this old man didn't even need to use the hook.

This kind of soul may be unusual in many cases, so that sometimes the underworld may not be able to accurately calculate the time of its death.

Doesn't this old man know that Yi Shuyuan is special? Maybe he didn't know it before he was alive, and he might be able to detect something after he met him after death, but he didn't have any other appeal.

Even before his death, the old man should have known that Yi Shuyuan was a famous storyteller in the city. He was even called the 16th best in Mingzhou, but he never raised the rent or even came over. Interrupted.

As he said when they first met, he trusted Yi Shuyuan and was very satisfied to help take care of the old house.

With the thoughts in his mind, Yi Shuyuan stopped after entering the fenced yard.

The fence in this yard is very similar to the old house on the outskirts of the city where Yi Shuyuan rented. It was probably built by the old man himself.

In the side room of the small courtyard, the old man was lying on the bed and there was no sound.

There were some people gathered inside and outside the house at the moment, including three sons and three daughters. The youngest and the oldest were quite different in age, and each of them was already married and had brought their families over.

Everyone was crying and noisy, but no one seemed to notice that an outsider had entered the courtyard.

Yi Shuyuan hadn't even reached the outside of the hospital just now. He felt annoyed hearing the noise inside, and his ears were even more buzzing now.

"Dad, dad, why did you suddenly pass away!" "My child has not had time to fulfill his filial piety!"

"Hypocritical." "Who are you calling hypocritical?"

"Who knows who is lying? I asked you to come over last month to accompany me. Today, daddy is gone but he is here!"

"We also came to see him last month. Dad is fine. Are you going to stay here every day? Aren't you going to work?"

"It's only been a few months and the ground is freezing!" "We didn't come but we paid for it!"

"Just your two cents?" "What about the second brother? He didn't do anything, and there are three sisters."

"Stop the quarrel, stop the quarrel."

"Oh dad, you just have to leave."

Some people were still crying, and some people were already arguing. It was as if whoever was louder had the right to argue. Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but pick his ears.

"Why are the children born like this? Maybe they are just acting badly at this juncture?"

Some neighbors were talking in groups in front of their homes or on the side of the road, but after all, someone died there and no one came close.

"Who are you?"

Finally, someone discovered Yi Shuyuan in the courtyard. The person who asked the question was a middle-aged man. He was probably his son-in-law. It couldn't be his son anyway.

Others continued to cry despite the noise, obviously not caring about others outside.

Yi Shuyuan looked at the streets where he had just arrived. How could he help?

Forget it, just use my own method.

So when faced with the question, Yi Shuyuan raised his voice slightly and answered with a clear voice.

"My surname is Yi. I have been renting an old house on the outskirts of the city for two years thanks to the care of my uncle Yu. I still owe most of the rent. Today I am here to vacate the house and pay the rent."

Yi Shuyuan's voice was not too loud, but it was clearly heard in everyone's ears. When they heard that he owed the old man money, many people who were arguing and crying looked over, and even the quarrels became weaker.

The person who just asked asked again.

"I wonder how much rent you owe?"

Yi Shuyuan glanced inside the room. His view was blocked and he could only see the corner of the bed, not the body, and replied.

"The rent for about six months should be eight hundred cents."

"Eight hundred coins?"

Someone walked out of the house and looked Yi Shuyuan up and down.

"Still sixteen months? Can I rent a house in Mingzhou with this amount of money?"

"That is to say, 800 coins a month is still about the same. You are just talking nonsense after your father is dead!"

"Looking at how gentle you look, how can you be so kind-hearted and have the nerve to say such things?"

At this moment, children and relatives came out one by one.

Good guy, the people who had just made a lively noise were all speaking out in unison, which also made Yi Shuyuan secretly dumbfounded. The effect of this move is really good.

However, this question was nothing to Yi Shuyuan, who had been baptized by Internet bullies. In the eyes of others, Yi Shuyuan's eyes were always attracted to the room, and he would frown from time to time.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

"ah?"

Yi Shuyuan looked at the old man's children as if he had just come back to his senses.

"Ah what? We're talking about rent. The rent for one and a half years can't be only eight hundred taels. According to the market price in Mingzhou City, it's at least a dozen taels!"

Let me go, this price is considered a big deal for a lion. Yi Shuyuan couldn't help but look at the man who was speaking. This was probably the one who had the loudest argument just now.

"I said to this brother, your market price should be for a good house with a courtyard and a well in Mingzhou City. I live in an old house on the outskirts of the city. It is difficult to escape the wind and cold in winter, and I cannot repel mosquitoes in summer. There is no well in the courtyard and I have to provide my own water. It’s quite a few miles to get to and from the city.”

"It's been deserted for so long. Yi went to stay and helped clean up and take care of it. Eight hundred taels is indeed low, but a dozen taels is too much!"

From the sound of the person in front of me speaking with reason and evidence, and looking at his attire, he must be knowledgeable.

The children in the hospital seemed to feel that they had finally passed.

"Uh, let's do this. Eight hundred coins is too little. You can give me eight taels of silver!"

Yi Shuyuan nodded, and happily took out a piece of broken silver from his sleeve and handed it to the man who seemed to be the eldest son of the family.

"Really." "Is that shabby house worth eight taels of rent?"

"Shhh"

Yi Shuyuanquan pretended not to hear.

"There are exactly eight taels here, do they need to be weighed?"

"No, no, no, trust me, trust me!"

The boss weighed the silver in his hand. It must be more than eight taels. The others stopped talking and all stared at the boss's hand.

Although eight taels of silver is not an exaggerated amount of money, it is still a large handful in the hand.

Yi Shuyuan shook his head and looked into the room again.

"It's easy for me to say a word if I pay the rent."

The old man laughed and changed his attitude completely, holding the money in his hand and listening attentively.

"You say it, you say it."

"Don't doze off during these few nights of wake-up. The big yellow dog at home must be well fed, otherwise if dirt gets dirty and contaminates the old man's body, the family will be in misfortune!"

Yi Shuyuan's face was serious, and after he finished speaking, he turned around and left without waiting for anyone else to reply.

Hearing these words, the expressions of all the children and relatives in the courtyard changed. They looked at each other for a while. After everyone reacted, they all chased after him and tried to persuade him to stay.

"Sir, sir, please stay!"

"gentlemen--"

Yi Shuyuanben had already walked quickly outside the hospital, and at this moment he couldn't help but stop and turn around to look back.

"Anything else?"

"Sir, what did you mean by what you just said?" "Yes, sir, what did you mean by what you just said?"

Several people came over. Looking at Yi Shuyuan's gray hair and his extraordinary demeanor, he no longer looked like an ordinary person. Moreover, he came on the day his father died.

Thinking back on it now, I frowned and looked at the house more and more just now, which made me feel a little panicked.

Yi Shuyuan looked serious and hesitated before speaking.

"I can't say it clearly, and I can't go into detail. But because I want you to be filial, I will say one more thing. During the wake, all three sons and three daughters must be present. No noise is allowed in the mourning hall, and wild dogs and cats are not allowed to enter. Remember this."

"Don't cry loudly, don't quarrel with each other and disturb the body. After the wake, you can bury it on a different day and it will be fine. It will definitely bless your descendants!"

This was very true. He even pinched his fingers when he spoke. It was obvious that he was not an ordinary person at all.

Moreover, Yi Shuyuan's voice sounded weird at the moment. His deep voice gave everyone a sense of nervousness and a touch of fear, which made goosebumps rise on people's backs.

"Dare I ask, uh, dare I ask the mage's name?"

"I, Yi Daozi, am a straggler in the mountains. Don't forget what I said today. Remember, don't make any noise. That's all I'll say. I'll take my leave."

After saying this, Yi Shuyuan left without looking back, leaving everyone in the Yu family courtyard looking at each other uneasily.

Yi Shuyuan left quickly with a straight face. When he walked out of the street where he had just met the old man, his serious face could no longer be tense, and a narrow smile appeared on his face.

When a person dies, even though his soul has left, some voices can still be heard in his ears.

Uncle Yu, Uncle Yu, your mourning hall must be very clean these days!

Even if it is possible for the children of the Yu family to ask someone to ask, they would rather believe it or not, and it only lasts a few days anyway.

"Hey, old man Yu, maybe he didn't go to the Yin Division."

Yi Shuyuan felt something at this moment and looked in the direction of the Earth Temple in the city, but he had no intention of finding out.

There are several possibilities for this newly deceased soul, and it may be the reincarnation of a former master.

It's just that at the stage of reincarnation, even if he can have memories of the past, he is no longer himself. The memories of the past are like the books he has read. Only the particularly profound ones will resonate and have some cause and effect.

Unless the baby is not lost in the womb, the chances are very slim. Even if the baby is smudged with the ink of Qiankun, it will still be lost in the womb.

But it's better than total death, right?

Uncle Yu, maybe we will meet again in the future!

With this thought, Yi Shuyuan walked out of this residential area with a smile on his face and walked briskly along the city avenue towards the suburbs.

When I arrived at Qingyuan Street, I found someone telling stories in the Qingyuan Tea House, and there were also many tea drinkers listening, but there was no longer the famous scene that blocked the street.

Apparently neither the people in the building nor the shopkeeper noticed Yi Shuyuan passing by, and he had no intention of going in to disturb them. He would talk about it later when he was talking about books.

At the old house on the outskirts of the city, Yi Shuyuan had nothing to pack. He just put away some bedding, pillows and other items, as well as some dishes and chopsticks he bought, and then cast a spell to sweep away all the dust inside and outside the house.

It takes less than a cup of tea to put everything in order.

Yi Shuyuan closed the unlocked door, came out and looked around a few times in the courtyard, then looked at the surrounding wilderness.

"In the summer, the fireflies are like a sea, which is still very beautiful."

Yi Shuyuan felt that he was just a passerby, but at this moment, he couldn't help but have other thoughts in his mind.

If nothing changes here in a few years, maybe we can buy this piece of land from the descendants of Old Man Yu.

"When the time comes, I'll put a plaque on the door and call it Yinghaiju? Hey, that's good!"