dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Zhang Chao has always been obedient, and ran into the house as soon as he agreed.

Zhao Fei was full of curiosity.

"Uncle Chen, did those people who came to our house encounter dirty things?"

"You don't need to ask Mr. Liu for such a small matter, just leave it to me and Chao'er."

"Oh, by the way, you may not know that Chao'er can transform..."

In just a few words, Hui Lao Liu, who was dressed in coarse cotton padded clothes, came in from the door with a smile on his face.

As his practice deepened, his appearance became more and more ordinary.

Now it's like an old farmer who has worked hard all his life:

Rough, calloused hands, deep wrinkles, and even a bent back.

"Brother Chen Fu, I'm here, old man."

"Who came to our house to find someone to make things right?!"

Chen Fu rushed to meet him when he heard the words, and handed over a Huazi casually.He also invited out the strangers who came to the door.

"This is Old God Gray... Sixth Brother Hui, the brother of my deaf old aunt, is very capable."

"With his help, none of your affairs will matter!"

Gray Sixth never liked to show off, besides, he didn't want to compare himself with the deaf mother-in-law, so he smiled and waved his hands repeatedly.

"It's not a matter of skill, but it's still manageable to deal with a few lonely ghosts."

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Hearing what Gray Six said, several outsiders immediately wanted to kneel and kowtow, and respectfully took out a few crumpled green hundred-yuan bills.

It was soaked in sweat because it was held in the hand for too long.

"Our family is difficult, but we can make up such a little filial piety. Please don't think too little of the old gods."

Gray Six naturally refused to accept them, and while reaching out to help them, he noticed that there was still a stretcher on the ground.

A middle-aged man was lying on the stretcher, his face was as white as paper, and his breathing was weak.

"Did you lose your soul?!...No, it was the soul that was hooked away by the evil spirit!"

Seeing that Hui Lao Liu explained the mystery with one word, the people who came to the door immediately trusted him even more.

"You're right, the third wife who asked Mi also said the same thing."

"She also said that the dirty things are too fierce and she can't deal with them, so she can only come to beg the deaf mother..."

Asking rice is a simple application of "witchcraft". The soul of the dead is called back to the world and attached to the body of the witch, so that the family can have a dialogue with her.

Of course, the abbot who asks rice does not have to be a woman, men can also be.

Females are called "witches" and males are called "sorcerers".

There are also taboos about asking rice: for example, don't ask people who died in vain, and don't ask people who have no name or surname.

Because people who died in vain are generally evil spirits, who are easily entangled;

A person without a name and a surname has no incense to worship, and once he is summoned, it is basically impossible to send him away.

......

Now that he knew what the visitor's "symptoms" were, Gray Six did not hesitate.

He took off the shirt of the person on the stretcher, and walked outside the door with one hand raised high.

After doing some calculations, I bowed three times to the southwest corner, and then turned left three times in a row, muttering something in my mouth.

"Excellent, excellent, sufferings are endless, I will not call for help, waiting for someone to come, hurry like a law!"

After chanting three times in a row, Gray Six threw his clothes into the wind, then quickly walked into the house with his clothes held high, and covered the lying person.

"Little fat man, quickly fetch a bowl of water, grab some incense ash and mix it in for him to drink."

Zhao Fei did it immediately after hearing the words.

After drinking this bowl of talisman water, the middle-aged man on the stretcher really woke up leisurely.

Although he was still listless, he was able to speak.

"Oh my head hurts, where am I?!"

When his family was crying with joy and asking questions, Gray Six silently cast the requiem spell.

After confirming that the middle-aged man was fine for the time being, he spoke.

"I only temporarily cast spells to wake people up, but not for a long time."

"His one soul and two souls are still in the hands of the evil spirit... Don't talk about anything else, let him explain how he lost his soul."

What happened is roughly as follows:

The middle-aged man's name is Hu Er, and he lives in the village next door to Xibian'er.To be honest and do my duty, I lived by collecting herbs from the mountains all my life.

The Northern Kingdom calls such people "mountain guests".

He got up early before dawn, brought enough items to live in the wild for a week, and went straight to the mountains.

Because I don't know when, there are rumors in the surrounding villages that there is a hundred-year-old ginseng in the depths of the West Mountain.

It has become the climate, the kind that can run by itself.

As the saying goes: people die for money, birds die for food.

In this era when people are everywhere and there is almost no living space for other species, the value of century-old wild ginseng is comparable to the same weight of gold.

To be exact, it is worth more than gold!

So even though he knew it was very dangerous to enter the mountain alone, Hu Er still decided to try his luck...