Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s

"Then, Chief Dao, what should we do now?" The old captain said anxiously with a tense expression.

With his gaze falling on a torn apart human-shaped note full of words on the altar, He Duanfeng said solemnly: "If it is accidentally knocked off by someone, it's okay, I'm afraid it's a colleague who will take it...wait for me to try ."

After speaking, he took a pair of scissors on the corner of the table, took a blank yellow form paper, and cut out a human-shaped note.

Then, he picked up a brush and dipped it with blood red ink in a porcelain bowl, and wrote Zhou Lan's first name, last name, birthplace, and birth date on the yellow sheet.

After doing this, He Duanfeng held a peach-wood sword and pulled a sword flower. One point was placed on the human-shaped paper. Then the tip of the sword lifted up and picked up the human-shaped paper to the candlelight. Waving lightly, the human-shaped paper followed along. The hour hand turns in a circle.

There was a word in his mouth: "Spin for good fortune, reverse yin and yang. Move the stars and fight, and return to the sun. Focus on returning to the ancestors, regain spirit and spirit. Greed the head of the wolf, take photos to Kuigang. Anxious like a law!"

As the last word'Ling' fell, a red flame suddenly appeared on the human-shaped note, and the blood on the note dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye. The moment the note returned to blankness, He Duanfeng suddenly took his sword. , Leaving a human-shaped note swaying in the wind above the candlelight.

He Duanfeng stared at the human-shaped note on the candlelight for an hour. Just when the village chief was about to be impatient, he made sure that the human-shaped note did not have any more accidents. He Duanfeng loosened his heart: "It seems It was accidentally knocked off before."

...

"Eldest Sister—"

As soon as Teacher Zhou tore off the human-shaped note, Zhou Lan woke up, recalling what happened just now, she looked terrified.

Seeing Zhou Lan recovering, Teacher Zhou was so excited, she patted Zhou Lan's hand to comfort her. Then he couldn't pay attention to the strange eyes of the surrounding passengers, and asked into the air: "Mr. Song, what should we do now?"

At this moment, Zhou Lan suddenly said, "Sister, do you hear any sound?"

Teacher Zhou turned his head: "What sound?"

Zhou Lan pricked up her ears and discerned carefully: "...Yin and Yang, a line of soya beans...The head of state...as anxious as a law--"

When she heard this, her pupils tightened. Isn't this what she vaguely heard on the way home after separating from Song Fengchen yesterday?

At that time, she was still wondering who was so bold to engage in feudal and superstition activities on the boundary of the capital.

Looking back now, didn't she just lose consciousness after hearing these?

She panicked: "Come, here again..."

Before she finished her words, a red light burst out of her body.

The shouting stopped abruptly!

After a brief period of blindness, Zhou Lan blinked, only to realize that her consciousness was very clear and she did not lose consciousness.

Teacher Zhou clearly saw that the burst of red light did not stay on Zhou Lan for too long, but went along the red line on her left foot and sank into the ground.

Capital.

Two red threads extend from the void to Song Fengchen’s left hand, the left one is tied to Teacher Zhou’s left foot, the right one is tied to Zhou Lan’s left foot, and the right one is tied to Song Fengchen’s palm and one more The hair, isn't it the same hair that belonged to Zhou Lan that was left on his thumb.

Less than two minutes after he finished saying ‘tear it’, the red line on the right flashed red, and a human-shaped note appeared between his fingers.

"Ecstasy?" Song Fengchen frowned, "Fang Quguan's technique."

Could it be that Fang Quguan’s abducted Zhou Lan, but Fang Quguan was the leader of the righteous path... Song Fengchen thought a thousand times.

"Mr. Song, what should we do now?"

Teacher Zhou's voice came from the void.

Song Fengchen came back to his senses, suppressed the troubled thoughts, waved his right hand, and the human-shaped paper slipped out and stuck it to Zhou Lan's straw substitute on the bed.

He said: "Don't worry, the person behind should have been confused by my methods. But I can't guarantee how long this method will last. I don't know the details of the person behind, so naturally I can't deal with him. So Zhou Lan must rush back as soon as possible. The closer she is to me, the more room I have to operate, understand?"

In the carriage, Teacher Zhou nodded nervously: "Understood."

"As for Teacher Zhou, you--"

Teacher Zhou said anxiously, "Mr. Song, can I stay here with me? I am worried that Xiaolan will have another accident?"

"...Yes, but do you have any money with you?"

"Bring it." Teacher Zhou said.

"Well, I'll get you two letters of introduction later. When the train arrives at the next station, you will get off the train and buy a ticket to return to the capital immediately."

"good."

After discussing the countermeasures, Zhou Lan's heart fell a little bit, and she looked up a dozen weird eyes as soon as she looked up.

An old woman sitting next to Zhou Lan looked horrified, and said with difficulty: "Girlfriend, girl, who are you talking to?"

Except for her, no one else seemed to hear Song Fengchen's voice.

Realizing this, Teacher Zhou reluctantly suppressed his sadness and pulled out a smile: "I haven't talked to anyone. My sister and I are rehearsing the sketches for the Mid-Autumn Festival party in our school... How did you see our performance?"

This reason was too far-fetched. The old woman was skeptical, but she did not dare to ask any more, but when the two of Zhou looked back, they quickly picked up their luggage and fled the carriage.

Others did the same. In less than two minutes, the two rows of positions were all vacated, centered on two people.

At this moment, Teacher Zhou thought of Song Fengchen's voice again: "Here, the letter of introduction is in your pocket."

As soon as Teacher Zhou touched his pocket, there were two more pieces of paper in it.

Yuanzhou, Xujiacun.

Early the next morning, the old captain led a group of villagers from Xujia Village with red bumps on their thighs and knocked on the door of He Duanfeng's residence.

Facing this group of villagers surrounded by fear, He Duanfeng comforted: "Obviously, the rune water you drink can no longer suppress the grievances that invade your body...but it doesn't matter, you are just a simple thigh frostbite now. When the evil obstacle comes, the Xing family will get revenge, and the grievance will disappear. As long as you get more exposure to the sun, the frostbite will naturally heal, so you don't have to worry too much."

Although I heard him say that, the anxiety in the old captain's heart became stronger and stronger. He couldn't help but ask: "How long is it, why don't you give me an accurate number? How long will Zhou Lan be here? It’s not to make the big guy feel at ease."

"Yes, He Daochang." The villagers echoed one after another.

He Duanfeng couldn't help it either, so he had to pinch his fingers, "Don't worry, Zhou Lan has arrived now..."

His face changed.

The old captain felt a little in his heart, and asked anxiously: "Who is the leader, what's the matter?"

He Duanfeng looked solemn and uttered two words: "Beijing."

"What?" the old captain exclaimed.

He Duanfeng's face was cold, even a fool knew that he was being tricked, and blamed him for taking it for granted: "Old Captain, help me find some things Zhou Lan used before. I have great use."

The old captain came back to his senses, and said nothing else: "Okay."

A few minutes later, the old team leader brought a bag of clothes to He Duanfeng: "These are all from the Xing family. They are all clothes that Zhou Lan wore before."

"Not bad." He Duanfeng picked up a tattered jacket and turned and entered the room.

Re-made a human-shaped note, but this time it was not a candlestick, but a brazier. The brazier was filled with a basin of kerosene and the jacket was soaked in the kerosene.

Staring at the unmoving human-shaped note in the raging flames, He Duanfeng said coldly: "This time, what tricks do I think you can do?"

Beijing, railway station.

The moment Teacher Zhou got off the train and stepped on the concrete floor, he almost burst into tears: "I finally came back."

The ghost knows how she survived this day and night.

But she knew that it was not the time to be happy, and the crisis had not been resolved. Thinking of this, she immediately said: "Go, Xiaolan, let's go to Mr. Song."

But when she turned to look at Zhou Lan, Zhou Lan suddenly burst into a red light.

Teacher Zhou closed her eyes subconsciously, and when she opened them again, the people around her had changed.

Zhou Lan's face was expressionless, her eyes flashed red, and her lips lightly opened: "I don't know where it is, who dare to ruin me."

Teacher Zhou was startled, and Song Fengchen's voice came from his ears: "I should be the one who asked the Daoist friend, why did I start with Zhou Lan for no reason?"

In the single room, Song Fengchen pulled the hair tightly, trying to use it to pull the human-shaped note pasted on Zhou Lan's body, but the human-shaped note seemed to be connected to Zhou Lan. Not as he wishes.

He guessed that the other party must have used some means.

At the next moment, I could only hear'Zhou Lan' sternly saying: "How can it be for no reason? Fellow Taoists know that in order to get rid of the status of an educated youth, this evil barrier returned to the city, abandoning her husband and abandon her son, and stole all of her husband’s Xing family. The money caused the six members of the Xing family to starve to death, including her two sons and a daughter."

"Now, the six members of the Xing family have been turned into resentful ghosts after their deaths because of their hatred, and stayed in Xujiacun... If I hadn't passed by accidentally, Xujiacun would have been poisoned by the Xing family a long time ago. In the timely suppression, Xujiacun still paid eight lives for this, and the price of more than 70 people being invaded by grievances."

"Friends of the Daoists know that, as far as the grieving ghost is concerned, the grievance will not be reported, and the grievance will not be eliminated. This is seventy lives."