After He Pheasant took me to chop down a locust tree and a neem tree in the village, it was already midnight. According to the time on the pocket watch, it was almost three o'clock in the afternoon.
We dragged the two tree trunks back to He's yard without stopping. He Pheasant arranged for me to shave off the branches and leaves from the tree trunks, while she started from the thickest poplar tree and used a guillotine to cut out the wooden boards.
During this process, I couldn't help but secretly glance at He Pheasant several times.
She is thin and petite, but she is concentrating on cutting the wooden boards, which has nothing to do with her childishness.
As time passed by, He Zhi's speed became faster and faster.
A rough coffin is gradually taking shape.
A simple wooden plank, with long nails whittled from wood hammered into it to secure it.
Use poplar wood as the base of the coffin.
The left and right sides are made of locust wood and willow wood, and the front and rear coffin heads are all made of mulberry.
As for the top coffin lid, it is the neem tree!
The wooden boards of the coffin were covered with bark on each side and looked rough and crude.
But when this coffin of five ghost wood was completely formed, I felt a cold breath. Approaching it was like approaching an ice cellar...
At this time, the sun is setting like blood, and dusk is approaching.
He Zhi's face turned slightly pale, and there were many small wounds on his hands, and several wooden boards were stained with blood.
I have a vague feeling of distress.
At the end, He Zhi wrapped the coffin with a thick hemp rope and was about to carry it. I quickly grabbed the hemp rope from her hand and carried the coffin directly on my back.
Without saying anything, I hurried towards the other end of the willow forest!
He Zhi lowered his head and followed me closely.
Her steps were slightly frivolous, and her expression showed vigilance and fear.
About a quarter of an hour later, we returned to the willow forest and hurried to the thatched cottage where Granny He was hiding.
I was very nervous at this time.
Because I was afraid that it would be completely dark and there would be big problems with the drought demon before I got the coffin back.
After another cup of tea, we finally saw the thatched cottage.
At this time I was even more surprised.
Granny He was no longer lying on the wooden frame bed, but standing outside the thatched cottage.
The corpse of the Drought Demon stood beside a bonfire.
The firelight mixed with the sunset light coming through the gaps in the willow leaves, shining on it, making it look terrifying.
The bloodless dead face, the dim light, the skin that looked even more moist, and even the official uniform seemed to be dripping with water...
On his shoulders, there was a dense row of ghostly symbols.
This should be what Gui Po did.
In addition, I found that Gui Po He's other leg was not so bloated.
Only when I got closer did I see that his legs were wrapped with a paper bandage that seemed to be made of human skin. At the knee, there was a paper bandage face with two empty eye sockets and a protruding mouth, which was extremely scary.
On the other side of the bonfire, the paper figure Xu was using wooden sticks to prepare the fire.
I quickly walked closer and put the coffin down.
He Guipo raised her eyelids slightly, her eyes fell on the coffin, and then she glanced at He Pheasant and me.
There was a look of satisfaction in his eyes, and he suddenly said: "Zhi'er, go and bleed. Take a bowl of blood from your fingertips."
This statement shocked me.
Blood on the tip of your finger, or a bowl?
He Zhi seemed to have known it for a long time. She bit her lip, nodded lightly, and walked quickly into the thatched house...
The door of the thatched cottage was gently closed. I could no longer see He Zhi in the house, and there was an uncontrollable worry in my heart.
Sending so much blood... I'm afraid the person will be weak for a long time.
What kind of method did He Guipo use to make a coffin from the Five Ghost Tree, prepare such a vicious corpse, and also need blood from He Pheasant's fingertips?
Just when I was lost in thought, Xu, the paper man next to the campfire, nodded to me and said, "Yin Yang, you've been working hard all day and you're still injured. Sit down, eat something, and take a breather."
He pointed to the edge of the campfire, where there was a bamboo dustpan with some flour pancakes, dried meat, and a few water bags in it.
It was always tight and I didn't feel anything. Now it has relaxed a little. I am really tired and thirsty.
It's just that I didn't put much thought into it. He Zhi and I also spent the whole day and are still bleeding...
After looking at the door of the thatched cottage worriedly for a while, I looked at Granny He again and said unnaturally: "Old man, can you use my blood for this blood?"
The paper man Xu was stunned for a moment and frowned, but Gui Po He looked at me intently. He suddenly laughed, his coughing was mixed with laughter, and his broken bellows-like throat almost broke his lungs. out.
I quickly stepped forward and wanted to give He Guipo a pat on the back.
But he raised his hand, just in time to block my movement.
Granny He glanced at me from top to bottom with satisfaction, and then said: "Yin Yang, what grandpa wants to use is Granny Granny's unique technique. This technique invites the souls of five ghosts. It requires a five-ghost wood coffin to be placed in the evil corpse. , and then use the hag's blood to draw the talisman, other people's blood will not work, the yang energy is too strong."
"Ten fingers connect to the heart. The blood on the fingertips is also called heart blood. Now I am not in good health. Otherwise, it is best to use my own blood. However, Zhi'er has a special destiny, so the effect of her blood will not be weak."
"This..." I was speechless for a moment.
Granny He has already explained it clearly, and I can't do anything else.
But at this time, Granny He suddenly said: "Besides, even if I can use Yin Yang and your blood, I won't be able to use it. You can still be of great help."
"If you can find this corpse, your Feng Shui skills are definitely not weak. I wonder how it compares to Miao Guangyang?" He Gu Po looked at me with burning eyes.
I lowered my head and thought for a long time before replying: "The Feng Shui that Master taught me should be more mysterious than what Mr. Miao learned. Maybe I started at a higher level than Mr. Miao. Now I don't know how it compares. It's just my experience." In terms of performance, I definitely can’t compare to Mr. Miao.”
Granny He still looked straight at me, her tone became more solemn, and continued: "What about using Feng Shui to deal with the watchman?"
"The paper man and I can fight it head-on, but the watchman also has very vicious methods. As soon as he lights a candle, the whole village will be troubled, which is quite tricky. If you can use Feng Shui, you can invisibly By slandering him, we will be a little more confident!"
I can't help but feel my heart tremble!
Feng Shui can indeed deal with people, but dealing with people is a big taboo, and there are also divine retributions.
Of course, in this situation, if I can really deal with the watchman, I will definitely not hold back...
But the problem is that I can't deal with it.
Nowadays, I haven’t fully understood the house scriptures. Although I know many Feng Shui techniques, I can’t use them. What I can use now is to change people’s homes and ancestral graves to harm people’s fortunes.
This is something every Feng Shui master knows.
If I really want to use Feng Shui to hurt people out of thin air, I don’t know about Master Jiang Yihong, at least I can’t do it yet...
While I was thinking, I didn't hide it from Gui Po He and told the truth.
Granny He frowned even more.
