Father Qin's sinister eyes, coupled with the horrible look on his face as he twisted and chewed his fingers, scared me so much that my hair stood on end, and I instinctively turned around and ran away.
But I stopped after running two steps, hesitantly turned my eyes back, and looked at the demented expression on his face, feeling a surge of anger in my heart.
At first, I thought Widow Chen was pitiful. She died so miserably, and it was natural for her to seek revenge from Qin Tao.
But Father Qin is innocent, and so is Qin Yong.
They did not harm Widow Chen, but Widow Chen refused to let go of the old man who was half-buried out of resentment towards Qin Tao.
Such an evil spirit must not be let go!
Thinking of this, I bravely walked back. Father Qin still maintained his stupid look and made no move to attack me.
I opened his eyelids and took a look, and found that there was a faint gray air spreading in the middle of the eyelids. It must have been infected by Widow Chen's resentment, which caused him to lose consciousness. It was not really that he was possessed by a ghost.
However, compared to yesterday, Widow Chen’s resentment was obviously much heavier. I couldn’t think of a way to awaken Father Qin’s sanity for the time being, so I had to first take off Father Qin’s belt and tie up his limbs to prevent Father Qin from doing anything further. An act that hurts oneself.
His consciousness was cloudy and unclear. When he was carried on my shoulders, he was still mumbling words such as "retribution, retribution."
I felt very complicated, so I quickly returned to the Qin family's yard, opened the window at the back, and stuffed the person in.
Qin Yong had been waiting in the room for me to come back. Looking at Father Qin who had blood on his face and had chewed off his own finger, he shouted with horror on his face,
"Dad...how could you become like this!"
As he spoke, he threw himself on Father Qin and shook his neck vigorously.
Father Qin opened his mouth wide and stared blankly. There was no pain in his numb eyes, and he still showed a stupid smile.
I took a breath and said, "Dad Qin's mind has been affected by the evil spirit. There is no way to return to normal for the time being. We can only tie him up and continue to guard him to avoid doing anything extreme."
Looking back on that year, my grandma was also possessed by an evil spirit and died before she could be cured.
This kind of evil energy accumulated in the body of the wronged soul has a great impact on people's sanity. In addition, Father Qin is old, his yang energy is too weak, and he has no resistance at all. It is not easy to awaken his sanity. thing.
Qin Yong looked at me very nervously and said, "What about my brother Xiaotao?"
I shook my head and said it was better to leave that beast alone.
Father Qin was tortured like this by Widow Chen because he couldn't worry about Qin Tao and went out to look for him at night.
This also shows that no matter what Qin Tao's fate is in the end, Widow Chen will not let this family go easily. What she really wants to achieve is to wipe out the entire Qin family.
Qin Yong's facial features were distorted with fear, "Can our family really just wait to die?"
"That's not necessarily the case!"
I said in a more serious tone, "Another way is to find the place where Widow Chen hanged herself before she finished her first seven days, and cut down the beam where she hanged herself."
The reason why the hanged ghost is so fierce is because his head does not touch the sky and his feet do not touch the ground. His soul is helpless and can only exist in this world as a wandering ghost.
But before the first seven days, Widow Chen's grievances all came from the beam from which she was hanged. As long as this beam was cut off, her soul would be greatly affected, and in severe cases, she would even lose her soul.
I took a breath and said, "I didn't plan to deal with her in such a harsh way at first. After all, her life experience is pitiful enough. Cutting off the beams now will make her immortal."
But now I think about it, being kind to Widow Chen will only harm Father Qin. No matter how reluctant I am, I can only do this.
Qin Yong hesitated for a moment, "Then...will Widow Chen let you cut down the beams?"
of course not.
I smiled bitterly and said that cutting down the beams would be dangerous, but this was the only way I could restrain her.
I asked Qin Yong to stay at home and take a good look at Father Qin, while I found a piece of white paper and tied it into a lantern. I lit a candle and gently put it into the lantern. I dipped a brush in chicken blood and painted it into a lantern. Qin Tao's birthday is written under the lantern.
This is the simplest "substitution technique". Ghosts are different from people. They cannot "see" people directly. They can only target the target through the yang energy of the living person.
I wrote Qin Tao's birth date on the lantern, which is equivalent to making a stand-in for him. Widow Chen will regard the lantern as Qin Tao and will definitely attack this lantern immediately.
However, such a simple substitute technique cannot fool Widow Chen for long, I must act quickly.
At eleven o'clock at night, I hung a lantern outside the Qin family's house to attract the ghost of Widow Chen. I put a hatchet on my waist and hurried to Widow Chen's home according to Qin Yong's instructions.
This house has been idle since the death, and the villagers did not dare to enter the house.
There was a layer of dust on the door and the doors and windows were locked. I used a hatchet to pry the door lock and walked into the room.
Widow Chen's house is not big, it is a very ordinary wooden house. I walked into the back room with a flashlight, looked at the various debris scattered on the floor and bed, and frowned slightly.
Before I started, I ran to the utility room and brought a bamboo ladder.
The beams in rural homes are generally not very high, especially wooden beams with many frames on them, which can be used to build ladders.
It was quiet in the dead silent house. I quickly set up the ladder and looked around cautiously. I didn't notice Widow Chen's resentment for the time being. Then I breathed a sigh of relief and stepped on the bamboo ladder.
The old-fashioned bamboo ladder creaked and groaned. The beam that Widow Chen used to hang herself was hanging above my head. Even the hanging rope was tied to it and was swaying repeatedly under the flashlight light. The atmosphere was particularly strange.
My heart started to tremble a little, so I gritted my back teeth and climbed up bravely. As soon as I climbed two bamboo ladders, a cold wind blew from the direction of the door, followed by the sound of banging on the door, as if something was kicking. On the threshold.
No, isn't it? Does my arrangement have no effect?
I was startled, and quickly turned back to look at the door. The cold wind was blowing, and white mist was floating.
I still couldn't capture Widow Chen's resentment. It seemed like she wasn't behind the door, but the room was eerily quiet, so quiet that you could hear your own heartbeat, which was even more terrifying.
Oh shit!
There was cold sweat on my forehead, and I climbed up regardless. I just wanted to cut down the beams as soon as possible.
The hanging rope was hanging on my forehead. The cold wind coming from nowhere made the hanging rope keep shaking, as if a tongue was licking my forehead. I climbed faster and faster, wishing to fly.
But gradually, I began to realize that something was wrong.
After climbing for so long, why haven’t you climbed to the rafters yet?
The bamboo ladder is only three meters high, and the dozen or so ladders should have arrived long ago.
The more I thought about it, the more wrong I became. I was about to get off the ladder, but before I could take a step, I clearly felt that my sight was shorter. The bamboo ladder sank suddenly, further away from the rafters.
Oops……
I thought of something and looked down suddenly. All my pores stood up in fear.
A red shadow appeared in my sight, curling up and lying under the bamboo ladder. Every time I climbed a step, it would open its mouth and chew off a section of the ladder. Several sections of the three-meter-high ladder had already been chewed up. !
