I saw Mr. Wang slap me on the forehead, but it was one thing for me to see it, but it was another thing not to be able to react. In addition, his slap was very fast, until I was After being slapped so hard that I fell to the ground, I realized I wanted to hide.
But obviously, it's too late.
I was about to get up and ask Mr. Wang why he hit someone, when I saw Mr. Wang come over and help me up. Then he looked at me expectantly and asked, "Does it hurt?"
I rubbed my buzzing head, glanced at Mr. Wang sideways, and said, are you talking nonsense? How about I slap you and see if it hurts?
When Mr. Wang saw that I was in pain, his originally panicked and expectant face immediately showed a smile, and he said, just hurt, it means you are not dead. As long as you don't die, no one in this area will die for a while.
When I heard this, I felt like my forehead no longer hurt.
I asked hurriedly, why?
He said that because your photo had appeared in Chen Guzi’s mourning hall, and you were the one closest to Chen Guzi, so if someone were to die, you would start with them.
I was stunned for a moment and asked, so you slapped me just to make sure I was dead?
I saw Mr. Wang nod his head sincerely. Not only did he have no intention of hiding it, he even showed a little bit of pride.
It's hard not to be angry with Mr. Wang's appearance, but even so, I suppressed my anger and said to Mr. Wang, you are a craftsman, can't you tell whether a person is yang or yin?
Mr. Wang waved his hand and said that because he is a craftsman and often deals with ghosts, he suffers from aesthetic fatigue and cannot tell whether you are a human or a ghost. Of course, the most important thing is because I was a little anxious just now. This method is the simplest and most practical.
Fine! You are a senior, everything you say is right!
I pointed to the water in the grave pit and asked, didn't you say that as long as the water in the eyes falls to the ground and soaks a large area, everyone in this area will die? There is such a big pool here. If the Baili Corpse Monument is really activated, how many people will die?
Mr. Wang thought for a while and said that this trick should not affect Yang people.
Let me tell you, what does this mean?
He said that this portrait should not be regarded as a real portrait crying, but could only be regarded as a corpse crying. Therefore, it should not affect Yang people, but only attract Yin people in this area.
Uncle Wang, your industry is related to life and death, you tell me 'should'? Is it reliable?
Mr. Wang, tell me, why don't you explain that you are not dead?
I was chatting to death with just one sentence, and I suddenly had nothing to say.
And he added a few words, saying, the other thing is not to doubt your grandfather's skills. Since he dared to put the portrait here, he is not afraid that the water from Chen Guzi's eyes will flow into the grave. Otherwise, it would be a big deal, and he, Chen Youwei, would not be able to bear the consequences.
I don’t know what cause and effect Mr. Wang mentioned, but as soon as I think about this grave pit attracting all the sinister people in this grave pit area, I get goosebumps all over my body. No wonder you couldn't see the end of the mountain at a glance before. It turns out that it's not just the Yin people within a hundred miles that have been recruited, but also the scope of this grave pit!
Damn it, how many sinister people are kneeling and kowtowing to my grandfather's grave around here now?
I quickly strangled this thought to avoid scaring myself to death.
Mr. Wang said, this is your grandfather's method. Either he doesn't take action, but once he takes action, he will be as generous as heaven and man.
As Mr. Wang spoke, he returned to Chen Guzi's portrait. Following the previous technique, he took out a small piece of wood and four copper coins. He split the piece of wood into four equal-sized pieces, pasted them on the photo frame glass, and then used Four copper coins cover the well.
In this way, Chen Guzi's eyes were once again covered by Mr. Wang's "four wells". In his own words, these 'four wells' can last for a while.
But when I looked at the thickness of the wooden strips, I always felt that it was a bit unreliable.
I asked, why don't you make thicker wooden strips? Wouldn't that hold more water in your eyes?
Mr. Wang snorted coldly and said, bullshit! These four wells can hold a lot of water, and it has nothing to do with the thickness of the wood. Why should it be so thick? Besides, you (think) this Yin wood is easy to get?
Yin wood?
I looked carefully and didn't see anything different. Isn't it just an ordinary wooden stick? You can chop a cart of it anywhere in the mountains. What's so hard about it?
Mr. Wang said, you know what the heck, it’s easier to get yin wood than to make it. The yin wood in my hand is all left to me by my master, so I won’t use it after I use it.
I was a little surprised and asked him, don’t you know how to do it yourself?
He said, it’s not that I can’t do it, it’s that I haven’t lived enough.
I was shocked and asked, is my life in danger if I do this?
He said that his life was not in danger, after all, he was already dead at that time. So now you know that only dead people can do this, and yang people cannot make yin wood drops.
I subconsciously took a step back and really wanted to say, you people from the carpenter family are playing really high-end games, so I'll say goodbye.
When Mr. Wang saw me retreating, he glanced at me with disdain, then took out a pair of silver earrings from the cage on his back, used the same method he used to cover the eyes of my portrait with copper coins, and placed the pair of silver earrings on the portrait's mouth. at.
When Mr. Wang let go, the pair of silver earrings unexpectedly did not fall off.
I was a little scared at first, but when I saw this scene, I couldn't help but be curious and asked him, why didn't you hang a pair of silver earrings on my mouth when you took my portrait?
Mr. Wang said, you are not a corpse. What can I do if I put money in your mouth and curse you to death? ----Come on, open your mouth, I'll put a pair in for you! Damn it, lest I have to clean up this mess for your grandpa.
After scolding him, Mr. Wang took out the black cloth and used the same technique he used to remove my portrait. He used his little finger to push Chen Guzi's portrait into the black cloth bit by bit and put it into the cage on his back.
After he finished, he said to me, don't you know that after death, people have to put money in their mouths? This is travel money, you need to use it along the way. Although Chen Guzi's soul is gone, his portrait is now a corpse, and the money is added to make it more like a corpse.
At this time, the sky was slightly dim, and Mr. Wang and I saw Chen Bingguo, who was kneeling in the distance, suddenly stopped kneeling, stood up, and walked towards us. But his eyes were closed from beginning to end and never opened.
When we passed by, it seemed like there was nothing there. We walked straight through and then went down the mountain. After a while, the remaining seven people also came down the mountain one after another. Looking from behind, they looked no different from ordinary people.
When Mr. Wang saw this scene, he snorted coldly and said, huh, so far, it seems that your grandfather's game has a beginning and an end, and there is really no problem at all. Being used as a pawn by him is not too aggrieved.
Before, Mr. Wang said that he was as smart as anyone in his life, but he was used as a pawn by my grandfather. I didn’t quite understand it. Now that I think about it, I realize that every step Mr. Wang takes seems to be influenced by my grandfather. Under the calculation.
Without Mr. Wang, I might have died long ago.
Without Mr. Wang, what is buried under my grandfather's coffin would not be a wooden man - no other line of craftsmen would be able to put a wooden man in there.
Without Mr. Wang, the bodies of the Eight Immortals carrying the coffins would not have turned into corpses. Not only would the pattern of worshiping the Nine Corpses statues not be possible, but all the other meticulous arrangements of my grandfather would have been in vain.
Moreover, Mr. Wang did not know about all this in advance. Only when the eight immortals carrying the coffin knelt down and worshiped at the same time did Mr. Wang, the authority, know that he had followed the path set by my grandfather in advance from beginning to end. In action, what is this if not a chess piece?
I have to say that my grandfather's control of people's hearts has reached the point of perfection. After all, if Mr. Wang had used slightly different solutions to solve the problems my grandfather left behind, the result would not be what it is now.
I think my grandfather must be well aware of the methods of the carpenter line, and he knows what methods Mr. Wang will use to solve these problems when he encounters them. Only in this way can my grandfather set up the situation in advance and wait for Mr. Wang to come and solve it.
So, my grandfather should be more than just a shoemaker, right?
As soon as I finished speaking, Mr. Wang seemed to have been struck by lightning, and his whole face turned pale.
He looked at me in great horror and asked me in a trembling voice, "What did you just say?"
Let me tell you, my grandfather should be more than just a shoemaker.
He shook his head and said, this is not the sentence.
I thought about it, and tentatively speaking, my grandfather must be well aware of the methods of the carpenters?
After hearing this, Mr. Wang looked startled, and then he fell to the ground, his face was bloodless, and he kept mumbling something I couldn't understand, "Why is it me?" Why is it me? …
