Please soul!
A common little magic among the people can invite the soul of the deceased to the underworld for questioning.
But this technique also has certain risks. If the ghosts invited are unwilling to leave, there will be big problems.
To do this method, you not only need scented wax paper candles, but also two red strings, four chopsticks, and a person with a strong enough birth date!
Everything else is easy to solve, but this person with a strong character is hard to find!
I felt a little embarrassed after I finished speaking.
You can't go out on the street and ask people one by one if their horoscopes are tough, right?
Brother Long hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said to me, "Leave this person's affairs to me, and you prepare the rest!"
I paused and nodded in agreement.
Brother Long lives in the world, and there must be many brothers who have been around him, and this kind of people must have very tough horoscopes, otherwise he wouldn't be alive now!
After I exchanged a few words with Brother Long, I immediately went out to buy these things.
The red thread used in this method cannot be ordinary thread on the market, but must be soaked in blood. It has enough blood smell to use it to build a bridge and call the ghosts up.
The same goes for chopsticks.
You have to use chopsticks that have been used for funerals at home!
As I was walking on the road, I was thinking about where to buy something like this. When I looked up, I suddenly noticed a paper fire shop not far away.
Zhihuo shop is the name for shops selling funeral supplies in southern Xinjiang. In other places, some people also call them paper shops, white goods shops, etc.
I walked into the store with the mentality of giving it a try.
As soon as I entered the door, I felt a strong yin energy coming from the house.
The entire paper fire shop is not large in area, and is surrounded by various funeral supplies. There is only a path in the center that is barely enough for people to pass. At the end of the path is a yellowed wooden door.
The yin energy leaked from the wooden door.
I looked around at the wooden door with some curiosity. According to common sense, it is normal for a paper fire shop to have yin energy. After all, if you work in this business all year round, you will inevitably be infected with it.
But the Yin Qi in this store is very strange. There is also a hint of blood mixed in this Yin Qi, which makes people feel chills on their backs.
At this time, the owner of the store walked towards me.
The boss is young and looks to be in his forties or fifties, but his head is already covered with white hair and his face is full of wrinkles. He looks like he has experienced something recently.
The boss raised his hand towards me and said, "Welcome, what do you want to buy?"
I paused, but I didn't expect that he recognized my identity at a glance.
When Mr. Yin Yang purchases these things in person, the owner of the paper fire shop will hand them over as a sign of respect.
I returned the favor with my hand, and then said to him, "I want two red strings and four wooden chopsticks."
If ordinary people came to buy, the boss would definitely be selling ordinary red thread for knitting sweaters and chopsticks for eating.
But now that he has seen through my identity, I don't have to worry about these things.
The boss frowned slightly when he heard this, "Are you going to invite a soul?"
I nodded and said nothing.
The boss nodded slightly when he saw this, turned around and dug out a box from a large pile of funeral supplies. It took him a long time to drag the box out, and then opened it in front of me.
As soon as the box was opened, the entire closed room was instantly filled with dust.
I rubbed my nose and looked inside the box.
Talismans, magic weapons, tokens, ghost flags, and all kinds of things for practicing, he has them all here!
I couldn't help but wonder who the boss in front of me was.
There are so many magic weapons!
Generally speaking, this type of magical weapon should only be owned by regular Taoist warlocks, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see it.
The boss seemed to have read through my thoughts and said casually, "Don't make a fuss. Our generation has no use for what our ancestors left behind, so we just sold it."
I nodded.
No wonder, most of the owners who opened paper fire shops had ancestors in this business. They opened paper fire shops based on their own knowledge.
I watched the boss in front of me rummaging through the box for a while, and finally took out a roll of dark red thread, and then took out four white chopsticks with a hint of light pink.
He handed it directly to my hand and said, "See if this works!"
I looked at the red thread and chopsticks in my hand and was stunned for a moment, "Old...Boss, these two items of yours are quite old. I'm afraid I can't afford them!"
The red thread and chopsticks I want to buy cost around three to five hundred.
The things this boss gave me were all old and contained strong Yin energy. If I used them two more times, they could even be used as magic weapons.
This kind of stuff is very rare on the market, costing at least 10,000 to 20,000 yuan.
The boss waved his hand indifferently, "I don't need the junk. If you need it, pay a price and take it away yourself!"
I looked at him confused.
If you say that, am I making a mistake?
I hesitated for a moment, put all the cash in my pocket on the table, and said to him, "There are about three thousand here, which is considered a deposit. I will pay you the rest when I finish my work!"
People who can possess these things are definitely not good people.
I'm not stupid enough to take advantage of others!
The boss glanced at me in surprise, then nodded and said, "Okay! It's up to you."
After saying that, he stuffed the box back into the pile of miscellaneous items, as if these things were not important to him at all.
I didn’t say much, I packed my things and immediately turned around and left.
But I didn't expect...
I had just walked out a few steps when I bumped into a woman walking quickly with her head lowered.
The woman was wearing a long red dress that was very attractive, because as soon as I bumped into her, she fell to the ground. The dress looked a little messy, and even exposed a large part of the scenery.
The woman hurriedly stood up and straightened her skirt, then scolded me with a stern face.
"Are you blind? Can't you walk without your eyesight?"
"Would you like to go home and find your mother to take a look at you!?"
When I heard the other party scolding my parents, my face also darkened.
"It was you who bumped into me just now when you were walking with your head down!"
The woman sneered, pointed at herself and then at me.
"You said I bumped into you? What evidence do you have? I see that you look so vulgar, you clearly came here to bump into me because you wanted to eat my tofu!"
As she spoke, her voice became increasingly shrill, causing people around her to stop and watch.
Even the owner of the paper fire shop just now heard the commotion and came out to watch the show.
It feels aggrieved to be beaten down, but I hold the attitude that doing more is worse than doing less, and I want to leave here.
But the woman grabbed my clothes without mercy and said with a sneer, "Pay for it! You bumped into me and ate my tofu. Do you want to leave just like that?"
