I went berserk in the movie world

Chapter 2 Because I am kind

No sooner had he finished speaking than the man who had been tossing the wok came over carrying two bowls of fried glutinous rice, and said to the old man in a gruff manner, "Hey Shanxi guy, is this your relative?"

The old man pointed to the birdcage hanging not far away:

"This handsome guy just caught my little bird for me, otherwise my precious bird would have flown away and I would never have been able to find it again."

As he spoke, he introduced Song Sheng: "This is Ayou. Don't let his sloppy appearance fool you, he's a very nice person, and his skill in frying sticky rice is absolutely superb."

Ah You pushed a bowl of sticky rice in front of the old man: "Shanxi man, if you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

The old man immediately added, "Apart from the fact that he has bad breath."

Ah You didn't seem to mind, casually sitting down beside him and glancing at Song Sheng, who was dressed in a suit and tie: "Judging from your tone, you seem to be from the mainland? Dressed so smartly? Visiting relatives?"

Song Sheng: "Mainly because there are some things."

Before coming, I contacted an elder here, but after arriving, I couldn't get through to him on the phone.

"An elder?" Ayou pushed another bowl of glutinous rice fried rice to Song Sheng: "Here, let's eat and chat."

"Uh, no thanks, I'm not hungry yet." Song Sheng politely returned the fried rice.

Ah You lit a cigarette for himself: "We know most of the residents here. Tell me who you're looking for?"

"Lu Junyan seems to be the building manager here."

"Lu Junyan? Administrator...is that Uncle Yan?!" Ayou muttered twice before suddenly pausing and looking at Song Sheng again.

After confirming that the person he was talking about was indeed the administrator, Uncle Yan, Ayou became even more curious.

Uncle Yan is an old man in this housing estate. When we first came here, wasn't everyone introduced to us by Uncle Yan?

But I've never heard of Uncle Yan having any relatives...

However, Ayou didn't think too much about it and turned to the Shanxi man next to him, saying, "Take him there later and check if Uncle Yan is alright. I haven't seen him all day."

The old man nodded: "I know."

Song Sheng knew that Uncle Yan, who was in charge of this mission, was dead, so he wasn't afraid that his story would be exposed.

Based on the extra bit of memory, Song Sheng could roughly deduce that the current zombie, Uncle Dong, had not yet awakened.

We must seize this opportunity and complete the task as soon as possible.

After the old man finished eating, he led Song Sheng around several floors to Uncle Yan's residence.

I knocked on the door for a long time, but there was no response from inside.

The old man scratched his head: "Uncle Yan might have gone out. Why don't you come back tonight?"

Upon hearing this, Song Sheng said, "Uncle, I came here for two reasons: first, to visit my elders, and second, because I heard there is a very efficacious family shrine here."

"Family ancestral rites? You mean A-Jiu?"

"A-Jiu?"

"Hmm, I think he's the one who does those things here."

"Could you take me there to have a look?"

"Well... if it were Uncle Yan, I'm afraid he wouldn't recommend you go to Ajiu's place."

"Thank you for your help."

"Alright—alright, just be careful."

After all, he was a long-time resident of this public housing estate, so he knew a bit about Ah Jiu, the Taoist priest who made a living by performing rituals.

Although Ah-Giu is quite well-known in the neighborhood, people living in public housing know that spending a lot of time with him always makes them feel uncomfortable.

But since the other party insisted on asking, the old man kindly added a few more words and then took him to Ah Jiu's residence.

After knocking and waiting a moment, the old wooden door creaked open slightly, revealing the upper half of a man with a sullen, unsmiling face: "Hey Shanxi guy, what's up?"

The old man swallowed hard, pulled Song Sheng over, and said with an awkward smile, "Excuse me, Ninth Brother, this handsome young man has something to ask you."

The man looked Song Sheng up and down: "Who are you?"

Song Sheng said amiably, "Daoist Master, I happened to hear about a very efficacious religious site here, and I would like to offer some things here."

The man was silent for a moment, then said, "Come in and let's talk."

Song Sheng followed him inside, while the old man said goodbye, "You all go ahead with your work, I'll be going now."

"If you need anything, handsome, just come find me at the restaurant."

……

As the older Ajiu greeted Song Sheng as he entered, she casually pulled a curtain in the side room tighter and said, "I've been a bit busy lately and haven't had time to properly tidy up the room."

Please make yourself at home; I'll go get you a cup of tea.

Out of the corner of his eye, Song Sheng caught a glimpse of a pair of pale, naked child's feet through the gap below the curtain. A chill ran down his spine as he thought to himself, "Damn, how come I can see these things too?"

While Ajiu was pouring tea, Song Sheng quickly glanced around the residence again.

Dark and closed off.

This describes the overall atmosphere of the room.

Besides the smell of smoke, there was also a strong smell of incense in the room.

The indoor lighting is mediocre, and the windows are sealed with black cloth, so even during the day, the overall lighting is very poor.

Ah Jiu leisurely brought over a pot of hot tea, sat down beside him, and asked, "Sir, what would you like to offer here?"

"An elder in my family has passed away, and I would like to enshrine his memorial tablet here with the Taoist priest to bring him some blessings."

When did the elder pass away?

"Yesterday."

"How old were you? What caused your death?"

He was about seventy years old and was beaten to death.

"Huh?" Startled, Ajiu looked at Song Sheng again.

But after a brief pause, he quickly regained his composure and said, "Tell me their name, or their birth date and time."

His name was Uncle Yan.

As soon as Song Sheng finished speaking, Ajiu suddenly stood up.

Uncle Yan?!

Uncle Yan was personally killed by Aunt Mei, who was possessed, right under his nose, with an ashtray. Her entire face was covered in blood and gore.

Even his body hadn't been disposed of yet; it was still frozen in his home's freezer.

At first, upon hearing Song Sheng's words, he instinctively assumed that the despicable aspect of the matter lay with the other party. He thought they had come seeking peace of mind, only to discover they had come specifically to confront him!

Before he could react, the entire wooden square table in front of him was overturned with one hand!

A lot of the scalding hot tea that had just been set aside splashed onto Ajiu.

Ah Jiu stumbled backward!

After flipping the table, Song Sheng suddenly stood up, turned around without hesitation, and delivered a side kick in mid-air!

Bang!

The wooden tabletop, which was flipped in mid-air, split in the middle!

With a violent stomp, he smashed the tabletop and then slammed his foot down on Ah Jiu's chest!

A searing, burning pain suddenly shot through my chest and lungs!

Ah Jiu flew backward, hunched over, and crashed into the wall with a dull thud.

Large chunks of plaster were falling off the wall!

Throughout the small, dark living room, shattered pieces of debris clattered and fell one after another.

Ah Jiu raised her pale face, blood trickling from her lips, and coughed repeatedly: "You, who exactly are you? Uncle Yan has no relatives or friends, why would someone come looking for him?!"

Facing the dim yellow light in the room, Song Sheng smiled brightly.

He reached inside his suit and pulled out a gleaming watermelon knife.

"Because—I am good!"