I don't know how many drinks I had, but the burning feeling in my chest and abdomen was gone. What was left was that my hands and feet were light and my head was a little dizzy.
The second uncle explained to me a few more words and told me to go to bed. He would go see the ghost woman tomorrow and ask about the death-seeking dog.
And my mother is following me, what on earth does she want to do, and what should I do if there is a problem!
We rest for two more days just to do things better, otherwise we will collapse and everything will be nonsense.
I nodded blankly, knowing that my second uncle was right.
When I returned to the room, even though I had slept all day, the fright, the ghost punching the wall, and the confrontation with the death-seeking dog were really exhausting. In addition, my ability to drink was average, and I almost collapsed on the bed. , and fell asleep quickly.
It was a dreamless night, and when I got up the next morning, the sky was dim and bright.
Luo Yinpo's old chicken slept on the cabinet next to my bed, with its head buried beside its wings.
When I got up, it looked at me and went back to sleep.
Went to the front room. At this moment, my father's door was open, and there was no sign of my second uncle inside. He should have gone to Hejiacun.
I still felt a little dizzy from the hangover, so I went to get some food and sat at the door of the house to watch the Nine Arts of Yin Sheng.
I can remember the general techniques, and they all require practice.
Many of the yin-connecting utensils among the Nine Techniques actually need to be made by myself. However, there are still many left in Luo Yinpo's big black wooden box, and I can still use them.
What I see most now are taboos. These must be remembered strictly, otherwise, if you violate the taboos next time, you may not be so lucky.
After watching for a long time, I looked ahead and could see the hanging river dozens of meters away from my house. I was hesitant.
Firstly, it was because I felt guilty about Luo Yinpo, and secondly, it was the village chief’s words that reminded me.
My dad, all the men in the village have gone ashore, there is no reason to let Luo Yin Po stay in the water...
It's just that I didn't dare to think about it, and the reason why I didn't dare to go was because Luo Yin Po was dragged down by something that day... I don't know what it was.
And my mother’s body also appeared there...
But when my second uncle comes back, he should be able to ask a lot of questions. Then I can discuss with him how to get Luo Yinpo.
While thinking about it, I lowered my head again and continued to read the Nine Arts of Yin Sheng.
It was almost midnight when someone hurried over from the other end of the village road.
On weekdays, there are very few people coming to my house. In the past, when my father was still here, most of the people who came to my house were looking for his body.
The nearest villagers are asking my family to pay compensation, or doing other things related to the dead.
So from far away, I saw a figure. When he came closer, I was stunned. This person was Xie Xiaohua.
When I helped Xie Xiaohua connect her vagina two days ago, her man had been looking sick and half-dead because of seeing ghosts. Now his complexion was completely different.
And unlike other people who come to my house, they all have a straight face or a dead expression.
The man Xie Xiaohua still had a smile on his face and was holding a bamboo basket in his hand.
He hurried to my door and I stood up.
"Li Yin..." He just started, but his words stopped abruptly. He looked a little embarrassed and said in a low voice: "Well...should I call you Li Yinpo, or the corpse collector?" I was also stunned for a moment. He shook his head and said, "Just call me by my name."
Xie Xiaohua shook his head like a rattle and said seriously that he didn't dare.
After thinking about it for a while, he grinned and said, "I don't know a few big characters, so I don't know what to say, so I'll call you Xiao Li Yin Po."
Before I could continue speaking, he handed me the bamboo basket he was holding.
There was a piece of cloth draped over it, and it was bulging inside.
After I opened it, it contained white noodles, a lot of eggs, and even a piece of bacon.
To be honest, although I have made money and eaten meat these two days, I have endured the hardships in the village for more than 20 years.
A family can bring out a basket of white flour, eggs and bacon, which may be enough for more than half a month.
"No... no need." I quickly waved my hand and refused.
Mr. Xie Xiaohua still had to hand it to me. He said seriously that I must accept this thing. He couldn't get much money out of it, so he could only give some noodles. If I didn't accept the money, it wouldn't be suitable for Luo Yin Po. As for the previous rules, she had said before that receiving a vagina would require ten yuan as a reward, as well as a noodle cake. If the reward was lost, the recipient would be unlucky.
Only then did I vaguely remember that Luo Yin Po did have this rule.
Lenovo's second uncle asked Cao Yonggui for money at that time, and I roughly understood that the rules should be similar for people who eat the food of dead people. You have to collect money to do things, and you have to do things after receiving money.
After thinking about it, I took the bamboo basket, and the man Xie Xiaohua suddenly smiled.
I also asked, how are you these days?
He told me that his wife Xie Xiaohua had been buried. He had dreamed about her several times, saying that she would be reincarnated and that she would be a rich lady in her next life. He also asked him to thank me and urged him several times. She dreamed about her almost every night.
As for his son Xie An, whom he enshrined, he also entrusted him with dreams, which were full of good things.
He went fishing yesterday and got a lot of fish, which are all good signs.
I nodded secretly, and of course I was happy for Mr. Xie Xiaohua. After a pause, I still gave him some details.
After chatting for a while, I left the little flower man to thank him for having a casual meal here.
He waved his hand and said he wouldn't eat at my house, and then asked me with a slightly surprised expression, why were I still having a simple meal at home?
I was a little confused when I heard that I was not eating at home, where could I go to eat?
Mr. Xie Xiaohua said seriously that at dawn today, the village chief suddenly informed the whole village that his family was going to kill pigs and chickens, and he wanted to treat the whole village to a pig-killing meal.
After saying this, Xie Xiaohua scratched his head again and said unnaturally: "No one came to inform you..."
"It's okay, you can go, I won't go." I didn't feel angry at all.
In fact, over the years, banquets have been held every once in a while in the village for weddings and funerals. Someone would indeed come to notify them at that time, but it was my father who invited them, not me.
I was about to say that I would put things in the kitchen and let him do his own work first, or go to the banquet.
Xie Xiaohua's expression became much more mysterious, and he whispered, "Little Li Yinpo, do you know why the village chief invited the whole village to dinner?"
"Happy event?" I asked.
He shook his head, leaned into my ear and said, "It looks like he picked up money. I heard from Er Bangzi that I saw the village chief taking home two big yellow croakers. They must be so big!"
Xie Xiaohua, a man, was making gestures with his hands while he was talking! There was envy in his eyes.
My expression changed immediately.
Big yellow croaker? Pick up money? !
"Where did you pick it up?!" I asked in a more urgent tone.
Xie Xiaohua shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Mr. Xiao Li, everyone wants to get rich. The village chief himself said that he didn't pick up the money, just to celebrate the whole village. He said that there have been many deaths these days. The bad luck needs to be dispersed. Some people believed what Erbangzi said and searched everywhere in the village, but some people didn't believe it either, so they just listened to it as a source of fun."
"You should go first." My voice became a little thicker and I did not continue chatting with him.
After Xie Xiaohua finished his sentence, he hurriedly turned around and rushed towards the village.
My heart is heavy because this is not normal.
Didn't the death-seeking dog just kill two large yellow croakers and wait for me at the entrance of the village yesterday? After that, I used the words of a witch to stop him from moving.
If the village chief really picks up money, he must be a big yellow croaker seeking death!
Erbangzi is a fool from the village. He wanders around all day long and is as stupid as ever. But my father told me that this kind of people don't know how to lie, and they do whatever they say.
Moreover, there is no such coincidence in this world. Not everyone can get two large yellow croakers!
Every household is extremely poor, and the village chief would not be kind enough to kill a pig for everyone to eat!
He can't move this big yellow croaker! Otherwise, there will definitely be trouble!
With my thoughts at this point, I quickly put away the Nine Arts of Yin Sheng, put the big black wooden box into the room, and then hurriedly left the house and ran towards the village chief's house.
I probably knew the location of the village chief's house. After entering the village, I walked straight to the north.
Not long after, I saw a large courtyard with many children running wildly outside.
There are several grapefruit trees at the door, and a bamboo shelf is set up on the roadside with two slices of pork on it!
Kill a pig and cut it into two pieces.
There was a mess next to the bamboo shelf, and a fat old man sat on a chair. Next to it was a sharp butcher's knife, the blade of which was polished to a bright shine.
At this moment, he was holding a small bowl in his hand and was eating the contents with his fingers.
My scalp was slightly numb when I saw it, it was raw pig liver that was still bloody...
It was not just the butcher who ate the pigs, but also some villagers. Everyone was very excited and kept talking. Among them, I also saw the man Xie Xiaohua.
As for the other end, the women in the village were busy. Not only did they have a large stove, they were cooking pigs in the water, exuding an alluring fragrance.
There were also people setting the table, and the preparations for the pig-killing feast were in full swing.
I didn't find the village chief at a glance, so I walked straight into the yard.
At this moment, someone also saw me, and suddenly everyone didn't smile that much. They were all whispering to each other. Some people were curious, some were afraid, and some had fierce eyes and were obviously cursing.
Of course, no one stopped me.
I went straight into the courtyard, which was less cluttered and much cleaner. There were only three tables.
There is a well on the right, a jujube tree is planted against the courtyard wall, and many farm tools are placed.
The other two sides are the main room and residence.
I caught a glimpse of the village chief in the main room. He was wearing a clean Chinese tunic suit and his back was facing outside, as if he was worshiping something.
Taking another look, in the main room, in the direction where he was bowing, there was a mourning hall.
I walked quickly to the main room. I ran for too long and I was out of breath.
The village chief also reacted, turned around and looked at me in surprise, and was about to speak.
I held my chest and gasped, pointed at him with one finger, and said intermittently: "Take those golds and throw them away, but don't dare to touch them! You don't know whose belongings they are. If you touch them, you will die!"
