There will be a practice session in the evening, but this is the first time for me to do this kind of operation. To be honest, I have never been confident.
Although Xuan Zhenzi taught me a lot, my practical experience was almost zero. I was forced to have no choice but to bite the bullet and set up the formation at Father Qin's house.
I first sprinkled some soybeans on the door, covered it with incense burner ashes, killed the big rooster with a reed tail that Mr. Qin had caught in the village, and then used a brush dipped in chicken blood to draw a few house charms.
Drawing talismans requires luck, but in the past few years I have never been able to master the sense of Qi perfectly. Before, when I drew talismans under the guidance of Xuan Zhenzi, it always worked sometimes and sometimes failed. I could only pray silently in my heart that the talisman I drew this time would be effective. Bar.
While I was setting up the altar, Qin Tao had already brought the big rooster into the kitchen and was preparing to cook and eat the meat.
This guy is simply heartless. He was scared to death last night. He returned to his bad-tempered nature as soon as dawn. He was preoccupied with studying how to beat the teeth for sacrifice. He had long forgotten about Widow Chen.
Father Qin had nothing to do with this rebellious son. He leaned on crutches and smiled at me, saying,
"My wife died young, and the one who loved him the most during his lifetime was his little son. Whatever good things the family had, he would leave to him, and he was spoiled unknowingly. He was such a big man, but he never did a single thing. Brother Zhou, don’t be as knowledgeable as him."
"how could be."
Looking at Qin Tao who was busy stewing chicken in the kitchen, I unconsciously raised my lips and sneered.
Qin Tao is Widow Chen's real target. If tonight's "negotiation" goes well, forget it. If it doesn't go well, this will most likely be Qin Tao's last meal in his life. It doesn't matter if he eats better.
Obviously Qin Tao still didn't understand the seriousness of the matter. As soon as it got dark, he couldn't wait to put the table on the table to eat chicken. He poured me a glass of wine with great joy and said with a mean smile,
"Brother Zhou, this matter depends entirely on you. As long as we can solve our family's problems, I will definitely thank you in the future."
Looking at his shameless dog look, I sneered from the bottom of my heart, but my face remained calm.
"Don't worry, I will try my best to help. However, Widow Chen is so resentful that it is still unclear whether we can reach an agreement tonight. Don't put too much hope in me."
"Haha, she's just a woman. What's there to be afraid of? Oops... I almost forgot about business. I should be almost done with chicken soup."
Qin Tao was still laughing and joking, but suddenly he remembered that there was still soup simmering in the kitchen, and immediately ran to get a bowl.
But Father Qin saw the worry in my eyebrows and asked me uneasily, "Brother Zhou, tell me the truth, is it true that as long as I talk to her tonight, my family will be safe?"
I smiled bitterly. I was about to say how could it be that simple? But as soon as the words reached my lips, before I could say them out, I was interrupted by a horrified cry.
"ah……"
Dad Qin and I stood up at the same time. We heard that the scream was coming from Qin Tao. We immediately looked at each other and hurried to the kitchen to check the situation.
Although Father Qin scolded Qin Tao for not being a thing, he still felt sorry for this "Yao'er" and asked what was wrong while running.
Qin Tao didn't answer. He leaned against the kitchen door frame. He seemed to be dumbfounded. He pointed to the big iron pot at home with fear.
"Chicken, chicken..."
"You're such a loser, why do you still care about your stuttering!"
Father Qin couldn't laugh or cry, calling him a waste, but I noticed something through Qin Tao's frightened eyes, and walked quickly towards the big iron pot used to stew chicken.
When I opened the lid of the pot and took a look, I was immediately stunned, showing the same frightened expression as Qin Tao.
In the steaming iron pot, a dead chicken with its feathers plucked was still rolling in the boiling water. The pale white chicken skin was exactly the same as when it was just taken out of the pot. After cooking for a long time, it was not damaged at all. Signs of being cooked!
I was covered in night sweats. If I remember correctly, the chicken was cooked around two o'clock in the afternoon. Qin Tao didn't know how to chop the chicken, so he threw it whole into the big iron pot and cooked it.
It has been cooking for more than three hours now. Steam is coming out of the pot, but the chicken skin is like a car tire and remains hard no matter how hard it is cooked.
Father Qin also noticed something was wrong and asked unnaturally, "Why isn't this chicken cooked?"
I didn't say anything, went around under the stove, squinted my eyes and felt my scalp go numb instantly!
The firewood under the stove has long been burned out, and only a piece of yellowed paper money is still burning quietly, emitting a strange and miserable blue color.
The green light emitted by the paper money shone on my face, looking pale and cold.
I took a small step back and glared at Qin Tao, who was already frightened. "Who asked you to stuff the grave paper under the stove to stew chicken?"
"What, grave paper!"
Father Qin's face changed drastically. He lowered his head and glanced under the stove. His face was whiter than lime, and he was glaring at Qin Tao just like me.
Qin Tao trembled and said, "No...I didn't throw the grave paper in. I don't know where it came from."
"You beast, talk back!"
Father Qin was so angry that he wanted to grab the rolling pin and slap him. I quickly blocked him and shook my head gloomily, "Forget it, I don't blame him for this."
Even if Qin Tao is a bastard, he will not stew chicken with the grave paper specially given to his ancestors. There is only one person who can do such a thing.
This is Widow Chen cursing his family to be destroyed!
Father Qin was too frightened to speak. He looked at me stammeringly and said, "Then, then my family..."
"Let's talk after dark!"
I took a deep breath and returned to the place where the altar was arranged. I held the wooden sword I had just whittled from a peach tree branch in my hand, but I felt indescribably uneasy.
My intuition tells me that tonight's negotiation must be very dangerous.
But now that the matter was over, even if I had to bite the bullet, I was going to do it. Father Qin and Qin Tao were so frightened that they hid behind me without saying a word.
I sat quietly next to the altar, recalling the mantras that Xuan Zhenzi taught me over and over in my mind. Around midnight, a strong wind suddenly blew outside the Qin family's yard, making the weeds all over the house rustle and tremble.
The cold night wind carried the gloomy white mist, slowly gathering in front of Qin's house.
coming!
I jumped up with the mahogany sword in my hand and looked towards the direction of the thick fog.
These thick fogs are not comparable to the poisonous miasma at the entrance of the village. There is a gloomy coldness in the thick fog, as if the severe winter has entered early, and the temperature in the courtyard has also begun to drop sharply.
The cold wind blew on my face, and my hair stood up. I quickly shouted to Qin Tao, who was already frightened.
"Burn the paper, quickly!"
Qin Tao was scared to death for a long time. It wasn't until I pushed him hard that the kid shivered and squatted beside the brazier, taking out a lighter and preparing to light the paper money.
But something strange happened. Every time the lighter was lit, it would be blown out by a blast of cold wind. No matter how hard he tried, he could not light the paper.
The wind in the courtyard was getting stronger and stronger, and the cold wind shook the wooden boards and made them creak. It was as if a pair of invisible hands were pushing the door, opening and closing it one after another. Every time it opened and closed, there was a cold feeling. The yin energy poured in, and even the paper money in the basin was thrown around, floating all over the room.
Father Qin turned pale and shouted, "Brother Zhou, no, she, she won't accept paper money from our family!"
