After he finished speaking, the paper man Xu Xian raised his legs and crossed the fence. He did not go through the courtyard gate, nor did he use the two ghost guillotines.
He Gui Po narrowed her eyes and followed without saying anything else.
After a few of us entered the courtyard, we hurried to the door of the main room and pushed the door open!
The light in the room was dim, and a coldness came from the front, and finally penetrated into the body from the limbs.
There is a woman lying on the wooden bed on the right side of the main room.
She was thin and seemed to be holding a swaddling baby in her arms, with a thick quilt covering her body.
Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, and I felt a little scared.
It is recorded in the Nine Art of Yin Sheng that after the mother corpse kills someone, she will give birth to a vaginal fetus. At this time, it is no longer a vaginal fetus, but an infant spirit.
There is an invisible umbilical cord between the mother evil spirit and the infant spirit, which will never be broken again.
The purpose of connecting the vagina is to give the vagina a chance to be reincarnated and to allow the mother's corpse to rest in peace.
After the vaginal fetus becomes an infant spirit, it is impossible to reincarnate, and the mother's body will never leave the child!
Either they are causing trouble, or they will be conquered and suppressed, or their souls will be scattered...
I thought about this clearly in a moment, and while I was frightened, I also felt an indescribable suppressed sadness in my heart.
Without being able to connect her vagina, the mother and son ended up like this.
Apart from being ferocious...the only thing left is misery.
At this time, He Pheasant immediately closed the door!
Suddenly, she exclaimed.
I turned around suddenly, my head was buzzing uncontrollably, and sweat was pouring from my forehead.
Because on the other side of the door, on the left, stood a man quietly.
His eyes were closed, and he was wearing a cloth, and the cloth was full of darkness, and there was a thin layer of black down on his face.
Although his face is dark, his skin is pale, which makes him look particularly eerie to the senses.
I recognized it at a glance. This was the prescription he used to beg us to help his wife...
However, Fang Zi has turned into a vicious corpse at this time...
Or the murderous corpse killed by his own wife...
"Living corpse?" The paper man Xu Qing's voice came to his ears.
My heart skipped a beat, and when I looked at Fangzi again, I realized that there was a breath of air floating slightly in his chest.
I glanced at the paper man Xu from the corner of my eye. He was licking the corners of his mouth, with excitement in his eyes.
"This is a family of three. They are very good and fierce. The paper maker has a secret method that can make them more fierce." Xu's voice was full of eagerness.
After hesitating for a moment, I said: "Uncle Xu, Fang Zi is a poor man. He should not have died. Mother and son have become evil and cannot be sent away. You can just take it. I can send him away with this Fang Zi." Paperman Xu frowned slightly.
Greed and reluctance clearly flashed in his eyes!
But soon, he breathed out heavily: "It is difficult to find the murderous corpses of a family of three. It may take decades for one to be found. But since you are sure of Yin and Yang, Uncle Xu listens to you. Do justice for heaven and do not do evil things." I breathed a sigh of relief.
But inexplicably, I always felt like my heart was palpitating, and I kept staring at Fang Zi.
I can't describe where that feeling comes from. It's dawn now and there are no hauntings. Even in a haunted house, there will be some suppression. After all, the corpses here are not so sinister yet.
In addition to my heartbeat missing half a beat, I was sweating all over my body.
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Gui Po He entering a side room, and He Pheasant followed him in.
Paperman Xu had already arrived beside the bed and lifted the quilt.
In the middle of the room was the wolf mastiff, which sometimes glanced at Fang Zi and sometimes at the mother and son Sha on the bed.
There are also bursts of desire and greed in the scarlet eyes.
I vaguely stood in front of Fang Zi and whispered the word "no".
The strange thing is that this wolf mastiff seemed to understand. It whimpered, turned around and followed the room that Gui Po He had just entered...
After a while, Granny He came out of the house again. At this time, he had a wooden stick under his arm. It was obvious that he was struggling a lot at this moment.
He Zhi held his other hand.
There was a chair in the main room. After sitting down, He Guipo took out a rolled leaf cigarette, lit it with a fire stick, and took a deep breath.
He looked at the closed door of the main hall and said: "The witches' lineage, mostly with the surname He, comes from a large He family. Although it is spread out, the witches pass on blood relatives from generation to generation, and generally pass on the male family. If you don't pass on a daughter, but the ghost woman has a shortcoming in her life, the male child will die young, and the three brothers of the child will not live past the age of five."
"Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer people with the surname He in the main family, but they still have appeal. If I send a message, the ghost woman who receives the letter will definitely come immediately. They will also send dozens and hundreds of the same letter. Notify the hags around you."
"When a line of people dies, there will be a sense of cohesion. If the ghost woman is wronged, it will be a hundred ghosts walking at night!"
"When it gets dark, there will definitely be smoke. That's the signal of the witch lineage!"
After listening to what Gui Po He said, I realized what he was explaining.
It's just that I don't feel very good at this moment.
It is true that the population of hags is withering. If every hag likes to plant ghost trees at home, even if it is traditional...
It is really not easy for them to maintain a certain number of people now...
He Zhi, who was beside He Guipo, was trembling and his eyes were red...
He Zhi glanced at me, his eyes particularly complicated.
At this moment, I didn't understand what He Pheasant meant.
After thinking about it for a moment, I suddenly thought that He Zhi probably hadn't told He Gui Po the reason yet?
Otherwise, He Guipo wouldn't have said that there is something missing in life.
This is someone who really doesn’t understand Feng Shui and has suffered a big loss.
If there are many deaths in infancy, one will feel that this lineage is flawed in fate.
She can't say it, should she prompt me to say it?
I was hesitant again and again, but I also thought that if the hags gathered in Hejia Village, then if the hag He spoke out about the Feng Shui matters, would it be able to change the fate of the other hags in the future?
No! There's no change, just asking them to stop doing these so-called traditions? !
Thinking of this, I was about to speak.
The paper man Xu suddenly said: "Yin Yang, come here and see if there is anything else on this mother and son that needs attention. I plan to peel off the skin of these two bodies before dawn."
I responded to He Zhi with a look, signaling her to wait, and then hurriedly walked to the paper figure Xu.
Less than half a meter away from the bed, the mother's corpse and the infant spirit came into view, and my eyelids twitched wildly.
There were black and red downy lines on the face of the mother corpse.
The infant spirit looked like a little old man, with a wrinkled face and a few twisted hairs on his head.
Its skin color was a faint blood red, and although its eyes were closed, the corners of its mouth were slightly raised.
My expression changed.
This mother's corpse is between a black evil and a blood evil. After the mother and son evil kills people, the infant spirit transformed from the yin fetus is actually a blood evil? !
