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The merchant ancestor made a gesture to get up from the coffin, but his movements were extremely slow. This was probably because of the copper bell in the hands of the fourth son of the corpse family.

Taking advantage of the copper bell suppressing the Shang Ancestor, when the Shang Ancestor was about to get up, the corpse boss touched the red pen stained with Nascent Soul's blood directly on the Shang Ancestor's eyebrows.

"Fall down!"

The corpse boss's red pen pressed directly against the merchant ancestor and he lay down. At the same time, the fourth son of the corpse family shook the copper bell above the merchant ancestor's head.

Soon, the corpse finally closed its eyes unwillingly.

"Damn it, what was originally a foolproof thing was almost messed up by that reckless guy."

After saying this, the corpse boss looked at the corpse of the shop clerk and said: "Drag this unfortunate guy down. Don't let anyone in without my order."

Over there, the elder Shang arranged the shop assistants outside and started busy helping Shi Laowu distribute invitations.

At the same time, the corpse boss used Nascent Soul blood to write and draw on the face of the merchant ancestor. Finally, I saw that his hands were stained with blood, and he found the wine jar that sealed the remaining soul of the merchant ancestor and placed it on the altar.

"Third brother, it's up to you to take care of the soul summoning!"

The corpse boss did not close the red coffin and said this.

The third son of the corpse family said: "It takes a lot of effort for me to fold paper, but it happens to be at night, so I can attract the business ancestors."

After he finished speaking, he took out paper, paste, bamboo strips, etc. from the storage bag.

Everyone saw his hands flying up and down, and he quickly made a paper man out of bamboo strips and white paper.

Then I saw him taking out a pen and drawing blush and human features on the blank paper figures. Finally, there were six paper figures and a paper sedan in the mourning hall.

Four of the six paper figures are bearers, and two are male and female guide boys holding lamps.

At this time, Corpse Lao San pinched out a piece of corpse oil from the corpse of the merchant ancestor and dotted the corpse oil on the six paper figures respectively.

At this time, only the eyes of the six paper figures have not been drawn yet, but the third corpse is not in a hurry.

He said to Tian Lin and others: "Guys, now we are all dressed in mourning clothes and hiding ourselves. We only invite the evil spirits of the merchant ancestors to enter the urn."

Mei Xiangu couldn't help but said: "Is it that simple? Will the business ancestor really take the bait?"

Corpse Lao Dao: "The evil spirit has no wisdom. He relies on instinct to kill and eat people. Now the remnant soul of this business ancestor is here, and his body is also here. Where would he go if he didn't come here?"

After saying that, he closed the coffin lid and asked the Shang clan leader: "How are the preparations outside?"

Just as Shi Lao Wu walked in, he said to Shi Lao: "The invitations have been prepared, and the banquet has been arranged. What should I say now?"

The corpse boss looked at the sky and asked his fourth brother: "There is still an hour left, so you can hang up all the wind chimes. After the moon is born, we have to hide ourselves."

Shi Laosi said: "Don't worry, brother, just leave this matter to me." After saying this, he said to the Shang clan leader: "My copper bells are not cheap. When the time comes, you will have to compensate me for one of them."

Regardless of whether the Shang clan leader agreed or not, the fourth son of the corpse family left the house and hung wind chimes from the door and in every room.

By the time he finished everything, there were already about twenty tables outside the lobby.

On the table were placed rice, incense, candles and other objects.

Tian Lin noticed that the so-called corpse rice was actually sun-dried maggots. It's just that these maggots are quite big, and I don't know what they were used to grow.

It was already dark at this time, and everyone was wearing mourning clothes and avoiding the scene as ordered by the corpse boss.

Over there at the mourning hall, Corpse Lao San had painted the eyes of several paper figures. Tian Lin and others were in the side room. Through the window, they saw two small paper figures with lanterns, and four bearers carrying the sedan chair. The backyard left the Shang Mansion.

As night falls, the moonlight shines through the clouds onto the merchant's old house.

At the front door of the empty old merchant's house, the sound of pushing the door sounded.

The mummies seemed to have come to life at this time, entering the courtyard with invitations in their hands.

They remained silent, as if they had rehearsed, and each found a seat corresponding to their name and sat down.

At this time, the incense sticks were still burning, and the white candles reflected a red light, so that the pale faces of these mummies turned a little red.

The group of people just sat there like this. After an hour, there was a sound of pushing the door again.

Tian Lin and others saw that the two guiding boys who originally left through the back door left and returned. Behind them, the four paper figures carrying the sedan were struggling to move forward, as if there were heavy objects on their shoulders.

Tian Lin and others knew that the merchant ancestor had really been found by these paper figures and invited back.

Everyone watched the paper man carrying the sedan into the mourning hall. Not long after, the wind chimes suddenly sounded in the mourning hall.

Tian Lin and others followed the corpse boss's previous instructions and left the house after the sound of the wind chimes and ran to the mourning hall.

At this moment, the entire business was hung with wind chimes, and the sound of countless wind chimes made it very lively.

Not to mention evil spirits, even Tian Lin and others felt inexplicably irritated when they heard the sound of wind chimes.

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Everyone saw that the paper sedan and paper figures had turned into balls of fire, and they also saw that the unused bowl of Nascent Soul blood on the altar had disappeared in the bowl.

Just before the burned out candles, a red portrait of the merchant's ancestor appeared.

"Draw a picture to lock the spirit?"

Tian Lin remembered that when he was in Shen Xiantang, he had seen a man named Zhou who had reached the golden elixir realm perform this magical power.

This magical power can trap a person's soul or evil spirit on paper and turn it into a painting.

Obviously, the remaining half of the soul of the Shangjia Patriarch was trapped in the painting at this moment.

At this time, the corpse boss walked forward, rolled up the painting, and then walked to the red coffin and opened the coffin lid.

I don't know when he had a mouthful of water in his mouth. He just opened his mouth and spit it out. The liquid in his mouth directly blurred and washed the figure on the painting.

The white paper turned white again, and the red figure painting had been twisted into a drop of blood.

Tian Lin and others saw that the remaining soul of the Shangjia Patriarch was trapped in the drop of blood, making Cai Hun unable to break free.

The corpse boss slapped the blood into the body of the Shangjia Patriarch, and the body opened its eyes in an instant.

But before the body got up, the corpse boss closed the coffin lid and said: "Cry for the funeral!"

Except for Mei Xiangu, everyone in the mourning hall, including Tian Lin, cried.

The brothers of the Shi family were the most professional. When they cried, the wind chimes mixed together, like a lullaby, and the corpse in the red coffin gradually quieted down.

The paper sedan over there burned out, revealing only the body of Mr. Shang. But at this time, no one could care about the body of Mr. Shang. Hearing the old man say: "Let's carry the coffin now, and bury this ghost thing as soon as possible."

The red coffin was extremely heavy, and it was difficult to carry even for the foundation-building cultivation.

Tian Lin, Ju Yunhai and others each helped to carry the coffin, and under the guidance of the second brother of the Shi family, they came to the back mountain that had been arranged long ago.

After the coffin was buried, the second brother of the Shi family took a huge stone and began to knock on the monument.

He said proudly: "This stone tablet is both a curse and a seal. As long as I leave his birthday and name on it, he will never come out again."