Mrs. He called into the room and asked He Cai'er to bring out the paper basin, paper money, incense candles, fine linen paper and pens.
After a while, He Cai'er came out carrying this item.
She still looked a little gloomy, and when she came closer, she looked at the mourning stick in my hand in concentration.
"Don't be in a daze, burn the paper and light the incense candles." Mrs. He frowned slightly.
I also called He Caier, looked at her, and nodded slightly.
Only then did He Cai'er come to her senses and do as Mrs. He said.
After a while, she filled the paper basin with paper and lit it, and the incense candles were also lit at the same time.
The fireworks were dim, the candles were blowing in the wind, and a few wisps of smoke were lingering in the yard.
He Cai'er also spread the fine linen paper on the wooden table.
Unknowingly, the setting sun has ended, night has fallen, and a full moon hangs in the dark night, like the whites of an eye without pupils, looking down listlessly.
Mrs. He taught me how to write a letter to the dead. Basically, I just raised my head and wrote down today’s time, the reason, and my mother’s name.
After I finished writing, Mrs. He threw it directly into the paper basin.
She whispered in a low voice, but I couldn't hear what she was saying.
Immediately I understood that the letter is the letter and the method is the method.
She taught me how to use a mourning stick, but obviously didn't want to teach me anything else.
I don't feel dissatisfied either. I can learn how to use the mourning stick. With my skills, I don't have to be so passive when facing many things. If I encounter someone sneaky, I'll give it a head-on blow!
If the imitation compass is also useful, then I will have a lot of confidence and trump cards, even if I face the blood evil, I will be able to fight against it!
The letter paper was half burned, but the fire in the paper basin suddenly went out.
My expression changed slightly.
Mrs. He frowned and then said: "She knows, but she doesn't accept it. She is probably still worried about you. Just take it one step at a time."
I was a little uneasy.
This dead man believes that my mother won't answer, so she will still come to help, which will still be in danger.
Time flew by and more than half an hour had passed. Liu Wensan came out of the woodshed, stroking his bare head and a lot of sawdust on his body. He Caier helped him sort out his clothes.
Feng Qu also came back, carrying a rooster.
After I took it over, I asked him to go into the room and not come out if nothing happened.
This time I was smarter, took the rooster into the kitchen, put all the blood from the cockscomb into a bowl, and finally found a small bottle and poured it in.
I also picked out its three longest tail quills and pulled them out directly!
The killing technique does not necessarily require cutting and bleeding, but I was worried that the effect was not strong enough, so I brought live chickens to Zhou Bin's house.
This also taught me a profound lesson. The killing technique failed and almost caused an accident.
There is not much blood in the comb, and after it is released, it is only about one-tenth of the amount in a palm-sized bottle.
I inserted the three tail feathers and screwed the bottle cap on.
After being dressed up, the chicken was placed in the kitchen.
Of course, there is a special way to extract the blood from the cockscomb. I stayed in the kitchen and didn’t let anyone see where I cut the blood.
With the killing technique, the imitation compass, and the unskilled mourning stick, I was slightly better than yesterday when I could only use my bare hands.
When I opened the kitchen door, the scene in the yard made my heart shrink.
The village chief of Liuhe Village and the deaf old prince were both in the yard.
The village chief looked panicked, and the old prince was holding a bloody pig's head in his hand, and his face was also uneasy.
I was so absorbed in bloodletting that I didn't even hear anyone enter the yard.
The village chief also happened to be talking to Liu Wensan.
"Wen San, you can't ignore this matter. Those are the strong laborers in the village. They are the root of our Liuhe Village. It would be a big deal if something happened."
At the right time, the old prince said with a mournful expression: "The old cripple who beats the gong said that the graves were dug for you, Luo Yinpo. If you can't be buried, then the children in the village will be buried. Everyone is possessed by evil spirits. He acted like he was scared, but he didn't resist him and did as he asked, which scared me to death."
Mrs. He sat on the chair with her little feet crossed.
Liu Wensan's expression became increasingly heavy and ugly.
After a long while, the village chief and the old prince finished talking.
He Cai'er said a few words to me that I hadn't heard before, and I finally understood them.
In the words of the old prince, since the night before, there has been a strange lame old man in the village, carrying a gong and beating it all over the street.
They also yelled some evil and scary words, saying that be careful with candles in the middle of the night, as lights can kill ghosts and kill people.
Many people in the whole village had trouble sleeping, and the children were so frightened that they kept crying!
Something strange happened as soon as it got dark tonight.
The strong laborers in the village went out with their children under their arms. Everyone also brought iron shovels for digging soil, and went to dig holes next to the willow reed marsh. They dug four holes!
The lame old man stood guard next to me and asked someone to deliver the pig's head to me.
Although the old prince's words were not so clear, weren't the four pits prepared for Liu Wensan, He Caier, me, and Mrs. He? I thought the old widower and the Wang fool would keep coming.
But I never expected that there would only be cruelty and mercilessness that I didn't expect, and there was no vicious thing that the old widower couldn't do!
Those men in the village must have been in trouble, otherwise who would do this to their own children?
Liu Wensan spat on the ground and cursed: "You've gone too far to bully others. Let him use this grave for himself!"
"Mother-in-law, someone wants to bury you, why don't you take care of him?" Liu Wensan turned around and looked at Mrs. He and said.
Mrs. He stood up, glanced at the bloody pig head, took the ghost knife and walked straight out of the courtyard.
She carried everything on her back, as if she had prepared everything, as if she had made an estimate.
I followed closely behind, and Liu Wensan and He Caier walked side by side.
The village chief and the old prince followed us. The old prince was still carrying the bloody pig's head, which looked strange, so I asked him to put the pig's head down and throw it at the door of the yard first.
The old prince groaned and said, "Luo Yin Po, what are you talking about? Zhu Tou, are you going to give Wen San a drink?"
"..."
I was at a loss for words. No matter what the situation, the old prince's deafness could not be corrected.
It was the village chief who yanked him from his hand, causing the pig-headed Gulu to roll to the ground.
He just rolled to the side of the black coffin at the entrance of the courtyard.
This coffin was also sent by the old widower. It also contained a dead pig without a head. This one must belong to that pig.
Liuweidang is not far from Liu Wensan's house, about seven or eight minutes, and can be seen from a distance.
Fortunately, the moonlight is clear today, so I can see clearly without a flashlight.
But when I got close to the willow reeds, I felt a chill in my heart.
Men numbering fifty or sixty gathered around the willow reed swamp and dug four deep pits.
Under the reflection of the moonlight, the pit was deep and quiet, with a deep chill.
And this pit really doesn't look like a grave pit, it looks a bit like the foundation dug for a house.
The location is a bit special, which makes the water surface of the willow reeds even more permeable.
My face changed slightly, and I murmured: "The water flows from west to east, and the descendants will be defeated, and we will be left alone and poor. He is planning to bury us, and he will build a ghost house on it. Either we will not have any descendants, or we will suffer from generation to generation."
The men in their 50s and 60s raised their heads and looked at us almost at the same time, with murderous intent and resentment in their eyes.
This is not the attitude that the villagers of Liuhe Village would have towards me and Liu Wensan.
There were children around them, but these children were also stupid and seemed to have lost their minds.
Suddenly a harsh gong sounded, and the water surface of the willows and reeds seemed to be shaken up into waves.
I just noticed that under a willow tree near the water, the old widower was banging the gong with his fist!
clang! clang! clang!
Three gongs sounded in succession, and the old widower raised his voice, his voice almost piercing the night sky.
"The night is dark and windy, and ghosts kill people!"
"The foundation is complete, send the corpse to the pit!" His voice suddenly fell.
Those dozens of men actually picked up iron catalpas and hoes at the same time, and looked at us fiercely.
Even the village chief next to him suddenly grabbed Liu Wensan's arm. He found the dagger from nowhere and pierced Liu Wensan's chest!
My expression suddenly changed, and just as I was about to take action, the old prince reached out and strangled my neck!
"Luo Shiliu, I remember I told you that my temper has improved in the past two years. Otherwise, if you were wearing a Tang suit, I would chop you up!"
"Originally, I just wanted to crush Luo Zhongliang to ashes, but you ruined my good deeds. Today I will bury you alive first, and then bring Luo Zhongliang's body over the next day. Your Luo family will be wiped out!" The old widower shouted again gloomily. .
At the same time, Mrs. He suddenly raised her hand and slapped the stick on the old prince's forehead!
The old prince fell straight to the ground before he could pinch me.
At the same time, Mrs. He hit the village chief on the forehead with a stick. The village chief also straightened his body and fell down.
I was shocked. Didn't she beat him to death with this stroke? !
