Because this experience I had when I was a child was completely unreal to Guan Ting.
But this is indeed what happened to me. If it weren't for Wang Banxian, my life would have been taken away by Du Xiang, the woman with embroidered shoes.
When Wang Banxian was alive, he once mentioned something to me. After he died, he and his unmarried wife were buried together.
Although there is not even a remnant of Wang Banxian's soul left, I still plan to comply with his last wish and bury them together after arranging the funeral arrangements for him.
At the same time, I also know that Wang Banxian still has one unfulfilled wish, which is to wait until the fifteenth day of the lunar calendar this month to go to Laofengqiu Mountain to perform a ritual ceremony for the deceased Fox and his descendants.
Originally, we both agreed to wait until that day to go there together.
But in the end, Wang Banxian actually left like this, leaving me unprepared.
As for Wang Banxian's death, I must also inform my family and ask them to prepare in advance to arrange the funeral for Wang Banxian.
I borrowed the Nokia phone Guan Ting used and called my home directly.
It was my mother who answered the phone. After I told her about Wang Banxian's death, my mother remained silent for a long time.
It wasn't until I shouted a few times that my mother responded to me with a tearful voice, saying that she knew and would tell the rest of the family.
After I ended the call with my mother and returned the phone to Guan Ting, I immediately walked into the house carrying the yellow leather bag that I had knocked unconscious.
Since this yellow man dares to destroy Wang Banxian's body, I will definitely not let him have an easy time.
But I still need to learn something from this yellow man's mouth.
After tying up Huang Pizi with my belt, I picked up a ladle of cold water and poured it on this thing.
Huang Pizi, who had fainted, suddenly woke up after trembling all over.
However, when this thing just woke up, it immediately wanted to escape, but it soon realized that it was impossible to escape.
I didn't talk nonsense to this thing, and said coldly: "I know you understand human language! Tell me honestly who asked you to come here, and I will let you die more happily, otherwise I will definitely Your life will be worse than death!"
The yellow leather piece that I tied to the legs of the stool had a pair of glowing yellow eyes. The eyeballs were also moving around, obviously thinking of something.
Seeing this, I stabbed this thing directly on its leg.
Even though it was just a kitchen knife belonging to Wang Banxian's family, it was sharpened so sharply that it could pierce the skin and draw blood.
The yellow-skinned body tensed up, and the head of his mouth made a "squeaking" sound.
"Don't think I'm making trouble with you again! If you know how people speak, be more honest!"
I held the kitchen knife with blood dripping from it, pointed at Huang Pizi and threatened again in a cold voice.
As expected, this boy, that yellow-skinned boy, nodded repeatedly at me, acting as if he didn't dare to think about anything else.
Of course I also know that Huangpizi is not yet capable of transforming into a human form, let alone changing into a human being.
Therefore, it is impossible for it to speak human language. If I want to know something, I must use other methods.
It is precisely because of this that I want to threaten this yellow guy in advance to keep him honest and not dare to cause any trouble.
I sat cross-legged opposite Huangpizi, then dipped some of its blood into the center of my eyebrows.
Then, I made a hand gesture and landed on Huang Pizi's head, and I also recited a mantra in my mouth.
"The first channel is divine, the second channel is spiritual, the third channel is evil spirits, the fourth channel is essence..."
As I recited the mantra unhurriedly, the hand formula that landed on Huang Pizi's head now shone with a faint brilliance.
"Connect your thoughts and thoughts! Connect your divine thoughts!"
As I finished the last three words in my mouth, the yellow-skinned eyes suddenly became a little stupid, and they looked a little confused.
This is because I am now exploring all the memories of this yellow-skinned boy!
In my mind, some pictures that do not belong to my memory are constantly emerging, and the speed is quite fast, like a revolving lantern.
And these are the memory pictures that I detected belonging to Huang Pizi. The more recent things happened, the clearer the pictures that appeared in my mind became.
Finally, I saw a group of yellow-skinned men, all kneeling with their backs to them, kowtowing one by one as if pounding garlic.
The figure with its back facing dozens of yellow-skinned men also suddenly turned around.
However, I couldn't see his face and facial features, and I had no idea what he looked like.
But I noticed that he was holding something in his hand, and his lips were moving, clearly saying something.
However, with this method of exploration, it was impossible for me to hear what the figure in Huang Pizi's memory was saying. There was no sound at all.
But after the figure finished speaking, he also placed the object in his hand in front of the group of kneeling yellow men.
I looked at the three-inch embroidered shoe on the ground, and I also knew that it was the same embroidered shoe stained with blood that had reappeared in the hole in Wang Banxian's chest before. It was also the shoe that Du Xiang was wearing and had lost. That one!
At this time, among the group of kneeling yellow leathers, the furry one at the front had turned into white yellow leather, and he respectfully held the embroidered shoes with his paws.
Then he walked like a human on two paws and walked to the middle of the group of kneeling yellow-skinned men.
Immediately afterwards, the white-haired old yellow man placed the embroidered shoes he was holding directly in front of the yellow man.
And judging from my current exploration of Huangpizi's memory screen, this perspective really comes from Huangpizi himself.
In other words, the old man with white hair and yellow skin chose it and used it as cannon fodder.
Next, all the memory scenes became the perspective of the selected Huang Pizi.
From the time it left that place with the embroidered shoes in its mouth, and then rushed to Wang Banxian's place, and then to Wang Banxian sitting in the rocking chair, holding the photo frame with the black and white photo of the woman, peaceful and smiling, all life disappeared.
Until the yellow leather piece got into the dark hole in Wang Banxian's chest, and then I discovered and caught him.
