"Master, open it and take a look." Tang Quan whispered.
I immediately opened the lid of the wooden box. It was cold to the touch, but my pupils tightened.
It was filled with gold jewelry, necklaces, rings, and bracelets. A rough estimate would weigh at least a dozen kilograms!
I had previously deduced that the old man was "crazy" because he saw a ghost, and that the gold and money were lost because of the poor ghost.
Lao Gong also said that gold is under the peach tree.
But I really didn’t expect that there were so many!
This poor man, coupled with the sick man, has emptied the village in the city more and more...
"The poor man stole money because the people here divided up all his inheritance and even razed the house. For Lao Gong, it was considered compensation for him. We can't go from house to house to pay it back. Once we say that the gold is Here, all kinds of monsters and monsters are here, and they will get into big trouble."
I paused and then said: "Keep all this gold in case you need it in case of emergencies. In addition, if there is anyone in the village in the city who is in urgent need of money for medical treatment and life-saving, please donate a sum."
Tang Quan swallowed, his eyes filled with joy.
"By the way, take out one tenth and give it to the woman. Money can make the devil push the wheels. Judging from the conversation she had with Lao Gong earlier, it should be that the sick man worked for Lao Gong and got the money according to the time. Although she is not a Nice guy, but money can seal things.”
Tang Quan said cautiously: "I understand, young master."
I hummed, feeling sleepy for a moment. I quickly covered my mouth and yawned half.
Tang Quan asked me to take a rest as soon as possible. He had been running around all night and he was going to do some errands now.
After saying this, Tang Quan refilled the stick of incense for Tang Qianqian, and then began to separate out the gold ornaments.
I didn't go back to the room immediately. Looking at Tang Qianqian's photo, I felt extremely complicated inside.
Ever since the Luo family fell into decline and Tang Quan broke his leg, misfortune has enveloped their family. Even now, Tang Qianqian is unable to reincarnate properly.
I stood for a long time.
Tang Quan put away the wooden box and went out with a small bundle.
The darkest period has passed, the sky is getting bright and the roosters are crowing one after another.
I then moved my eyes away and looked at the floor tiles under the inner threshold.
I told Tang Quan earlier not to believe what Old Gong had to say if he came out.
Tang Quan didn't mention anything. It seemed that Lao Gong hadn't come out. It was getting bright at this time, and Yang Qi was rising and Yin Qi was sinking into the ground. It was difficult to see ghosts in the daytime, and I couldn't ask questions.
Going back to the east room, I took out the incense ashes and soil from the City God's Temple and put them on the bedside. I took off my clothes full of dick before lying on the bed.
Drowsiness came faster, my consciousness soon fell into darkness, and I fell into a deep sleep.
However, I had a very restless sleep this time and had a lot of random dreams.
First, I dragged my suitcase and kept walking on the village road. After Lao Qin's death, I wanted to leave the village, but I was followed by footsteps that penetrated my bones. When I heard Lao Qin calling me, I turned around.
As a result, his head was held by a pair of slender hands, and his body and head were immediately separated...
After that, I dreamed that I was being chased by a group of people. Some of them were wearing Taoist robes, but they had no facial features and their faces were blurry. Some of them were led by Chu Ying and Manager Yang from the Hongsi. They all looked extremely fierce and wanted to kill me. To death!
Suddenly I opened my eyes, and I sat up straight. I got up too quickly, and felt faint. I covered my forehead with all my strength.
The sun was dazzling, and the sun shining through the window was very hot on my face. It took me a long time to calm down.
He rummaged through the clothes beside the pillow and took out the palm-sized paper man.
The texture of the shrunken paper man is closer to human skin, and even the pores can be seen through the sunlight.
The blood-red eyes were motionless. Even during the day, even this bloody ghost would be trapped by Yang Qi.
My heartbeat calmed down, but my intuition told me that this paper man should not be used unless absolutely necessary.
God knows if there is any local atmosphere here?
Si Ye from the City God's Temple sniffed me twice and found nothing wrong with me. If this paper man was exposed, the gain would outweigh the loss.
The God of Plague's destiny can arouse public anger. Once exposed, not only the Sun family will target me, but I will probably die without a burial place.
After getting dressed, I picked up the ash bag and soil bag beside the bed and left the room.
Tang Quan came back a long time ago, but he didn't even sleep. He was sitting in the main room, looking at the mourning hall eagerly.
In front of Tang Qianqian's posthumous photo, a stick of incense had just been lit.
"Uncle Tang, go to sleep. I'll keep an eye on you during the day." I shouted.
Obviously, Tang Quan's reaction was half a beat too slow, and he responded before standing up.
He yawned all day long and insisted that he was not sleepy and that the food was being heated for me and he went to bring it to me.
I had already walked outside the main room, raised my hand, and stopped Tang Quan from going to the kitchen.
"I'll go by myself later. Uncle Tang, go and have a good sleep. I have to leave at night, and you have to keep an eye on the mourning hall." I said in a deep voice.
Tang Quan nodded and returned to the west room.
Even with such worries, he still believed me and didn't ask a single question.
Putting down the ash bag and earth bag, I went back to the room, took out a few pieces of yellow paper, and spread them out on the wooden table.
I went into the kitchen and got a basin of water and two empty bowls. I ate on the way and then returned to the main room.
Mix the incense ash and Chenghuang mud evenly, pour in water and stir until it becomes a thick mud.
I started folding paper figures, and soon, five forearm-high paper figures appeared on the table.
Apply the mud evenly on the paper figure, and the yellow paper figure turns into gray-brown.
During this period, I naturally did not forget to refill Tang Qianqian's fragrance.
When the sun set, all five paper figures were painted, and bursts of strong Yin Qi overflowed from them.
I took another piece of white paper, wrote down a long letter, folded it into a strip of paper, tied it with a string, and hung it around the neck of one of the paper figures.
Old Qintou told me that ordinary paper makers and paper makers can recruit ghosts and control souls, but he taught me to learn something different. Not only can I recruit lonely ghosts, but I can also invite ghosts. Even if I have entered the underworld , a famous imp.
If you want to find Tang Qianqian, you must first find where the souls who are about to be reincarnated are.
When a large number of ghosts gather, the yin energy must rise to the sky. Under normal circumstances, people can only feel the yin energy when they are very close, but the ghosts are different.
Finally, I went to the kitchen to get five bowls of uncooked rice, stuck a pair of chopsticks in each, squeezed my index finger, and dripped ten drops of blood on each.
Place the rice bowl next to the well and place five paper figures next to the rice bowl.
At this time, Tang Quan came out of the room and after a good sleep, he looked much better.
He looked at me cautiously, but without asking any questions, he walked into the main room and went to change the incense stick for the mourning hall.
I finished all the arrangements and returned to the main room.
"Uncle Tang, just watch the incense carefully. When it gets dark, they will take me to Qianqian."
My eyes fell to the well.
Tang Quan nodded repeatedly and said in a low voice: "Young Master Xinfeng."
I was used to Tang Quan's rules and politeness, so I didn't say much.
It gets later and later, and twilight gradually swallows up the sunset.
The moment it turned completely dark, the paper man didn't react at all, but the floor under the threshold made a slight muffled sound, as if someone was kowtowing.
Suddenly, Lao Gong's wrinkled head appeared on the floor tiles.
Black and red cinnabar ropes were wrapped around the top of his head, and wisps of gray air lingered around him.
Lao Gong's eyes rolled around, as if he wanted to speak, but the cinnabar rope on his head made a crackling sound, as if he had been struck by electricity.
The top of the head became scorched black, and it disappeared all of a sudden...
