It’s Xie Jinhua!
Somehow, I suddenly felt relaxed.
Zhu Daqian died after being sucked dry of his essence like this, which was considered an advantage to him!
It was obviously impossible for Wang Qiang to know the existence of Xie Jinhua. He was really frightened. His whole body was shaking when he mentioned the terrifying scene:
"I was so scared that I quickly woke up Zhu Daqian and told him about the female ghost..."
"But he was like crazy. He didn't believe what I said at all, and he even hit me."
"After this incident, I had no choice but to move out of Zhu Daqian's room and into Zhu Dongmei's room..."
"But if I had known earlier that if I left that female ghost, I would meet another ghost, and the ghost would still haunt me. I wouldn't be able to move at all..."
"...At least none of the female ghosts around Zhu Daqian looked at me..."
I frowned and said in confusion:
"There is also a ghost in Zhu Dongmei's room!?"
Wang Qiang nodded excitedly:
"Yes! Yes! Otherwise, do you think I'm afraid of something!? I'm just afraid of this!"
"Not only is there a ghost in her room, there's also a little ghost!"
"I didn't know about this originally, but it was late at night, and after I fell asleep, I kept hearing the sound of a child crying..."
"That's what the voice said...Have you ever seen a horror movie, little girl? It's much scarier than domestic horror movies!"
"At first I thought I was having a nightmare, but soon I felt something pressing on me and I couldn't turn over at all..."
"After sleeping for several nights, that thing would appear whenever I fell asleep, and it would get closer and closer over the next few days..."
"Last night, I could feel him lying next to my pillow and licking me with his tongue..."
Wang Qiang shivered, and the hairs all over his body stood on end:
"...I swear I'm definitely not dreaming. That feeling is really right next to my ears. I can feel its size. It's small, but it's definitely not a cat or dog..."
"I was scared to death... but I still wanted to live!"
"So I kicked the quilt away... But the moment I kicked the quilt away, the crying and the kid disappeared together..."
"Then, next to the moon, I saw...I saw that scary woman Zhu Dongmei, who had been standing beside my bed..."
I was taken aback, and I didn’t want to pretend to be calm anymore, so I hurriedly asked:
"Ah? Why is she standing beside your bed? Are you sure it's Zhu Dongmei? Isn't she the female ghost you saw at Mr. Zhu Daqian's side?"
Wang Qiang's spirit was obviously on the verge of collapse because of this memory. When he heard me doubting him, he couldn't help but feel even more painful:
"Why did I lie to you?!"
"I saw it with my own eyes. It's definitely Zhu Dongmei! She's not the female ghost in Zhu Daqian's room at all."
"After all, I am a man, how can I still not tell the difference between an old woman who is as fat as a pig and a young and beautiful female ghost?!"
This is really not nice to say, but these physical features obviously indirectly prove that these are probably two people.
I pursed my lips and made a rough guess about this matter.
I asked Wang Qiang to stay one night and wait until his second uncle comes back tomorrow before leaving.
But Wang Qiang was so frightened that he knelt down and kowtowed again, not wanting to wait another night.
I could only hold a flashlight and took Wang Qiang to the town overnight. Before leaving, I left his contact information and returned the same way.
When I returned to the village again, the sky was already turning white. Before I entered the door, I bumped into my second uncle walking from the other side of the mountain road.
This was just someone who gave me a pillow when I fell asleep. I quickly told everything I had learned from Wang Qiang. After hearing this, my second uncle also frowned. After a long while, he softly asked an unrelated question. question:
"...How have you been reading lately?"
I was stunned for a moment before I realized that the second uncle was talking about the secret method of tying paper. He hesitated and replied:
"If it's 100%, it should be opened on the 9th day. I don't understand anything if I study the 9th day."
Seeing that my second uncle was getting angry, I quickly changed my words:
"Thirty percent, thirty to forty percent is still possible."
The second uncle regained his anger and said calmly:
"It just so happened that I met Zhu Daqian on the way here, and he begged me to go and show him..."
"Since you have learned 30% to 40%, it's up to you."
I almost suspected that I was deaf:
"who?"
The second uncle picked up a bamboo stick on the side, and I quickly said seriously:
"Okay, I'll just go and take a look. Anyway, if I can't do it, I'll have you as my guarantee when I come back."
The second uncle stopped talking and said:
"...Then I'd better give you a test first..."
"You know how you see those dirty things, right?"
I opened my mouth and said:
"I know, I know, the old tradition is to wipe the tears of the cow. It requires more than five years of old scalpers who have never seen the scene of killing... I will find a way to make it later."
This time, the second uncle really picked up the bamboo stick and gave it to me. I was stunned, and then I heard the second uncle continue to say:
"I'm asking about the ghost method written on your paper-tying secret technique! Who asked you how other people see ghosts!"
"We papermakers have our own way of seeing dirt, so why would we use someone else's!"
"Aren't you just forgetting your ancestors?!"
I covered my head and thought carefully:
"Looking at ghosts while staring at paper?"
This is the content on page 59 of the booklet. It tells the story of a blind man in ancient times. One day he was walking at night and fell into a dry well. He wanted to ask for help, but he heard two ghosts talking beside the well.
The two ghosts asked each other about their 'harvest', which was nothing more than how many people they had harmed, how much resentment they had aroused, and how they were acting now. The man lay down in the well and did not dare to speak at all.
I also heard that a ghost was extremely envious of the other person. It said that it wanted to go north and pretend to be a traveling doctor so that it could absorb the disease. However, because the ghost could only go out at night and it had no medical prescription, it was afraid that it would not be the best, so it delayed. leave.
Another time, the ghost happened to be the epidemic ghost. After hearing this, he laughed and said:
"That's not easy. I'll teach you a cure that can make a blind man see the light. Just put ten leaves of the Ming tree on your eyes, and you can cure blindness!"
The first ghost was overjoyed and asked where the Ming tree was. The plague ghost laughed and said:
“Isn’t this the tree beside the well?!”
The two ghosts chatted happily and dispersed after a long time. The blind man waited for a long time before slowly climbing up the well. Then he touched ten leaves of the Ming tree and placed them over his eyes. Sure enough, the next moment, the leaves disappeared from his eyes. On top of that, the eyes were also healed...
But who would have thought that the method of this ghost religion can not only make people see the light, but also make people see ghosts!
It’s all because this Ming Shu is the tree of the underworld!
Later, the ancestor of the papermaker met this man and learned this method from the man's mouth. He modified it slightly, turned the leaves of the tree into pulp, applied secret medicine, and cut out thin and visible paper.
Put it in front of your eyes like this, it will not disappear like the leaves of the tree, but also like a veil, you can see things, and you can take it off at any time, so that it will not be contaminated by ghosts.
It can be said to be the unique skill of a papermaker!
My second uncle and I explained the allusions and practices one by one. Then the second uncle showed a satisfied expression, then nodded and said:
"Go. Read more of that book. It will be of great use to you later..."
