I then tried to relax and relax as much as I could, and suddenly I was able to open my eyes again.

It wasn't dawn yet, and I didn't feel sleepy anymore.

I got up and went downstairs, and a rat scurried past my feet.

When I went downstairs and opened the door of the shop, the charm that Lao Dao had put on the door frame for me had been blown to the ground by the wind at some point.

I don't know when I can see ghosts without the help of external objects.

With a blank face, I picked up the charm on the ground and reattached it to the door frame, and walked out into the street with the door wide open to get a feel for the popularity.

There are many people who stay up on Chinese New Year's Eve, and the light from the windows illuminates the dark streets, but they cannot remove the darkness of the streets.

There are always some corners and always be in the dark.

I walked back and forth on the street twice and then returned to the store, practiced the Emei thorn for a while, and then practiced the acupoints for a while, and then moved a small horse to sit at the door and began to fold the ingots.

I folded until dawn, and a truck with funeral supplies stopped outside the store.

The truck is a familiar truck, but the salesman has been replaced.

After I replenished the stock, the salesman gave back to the customer and gave me two couplets and matching New Year's paintings, as well as a carton of milk and a carton of apples.

I pasted two couplets and New Year's pictures on the door of the shop and the shop next door, lit two long firecrackers, and washed an apple for breakfast.

The weather was fine, and it didn't take long for the streets to come alive with people in their new clothes.

The first book of the new year is the time to worship ancestors, but the people on the street are newcomers, and there is no ancestor to sacrifice, so naturally no one goes to the underworld store to buy objects for the grave.

I took some paper money and ingots to the cemetery, and burned them to Lao Dao and his two apprentices respectively.

To determine whether a ghost has been dispersed, you can go to the grave and burn paper during the day after the night of the seven-day return to the soul.

Regardless of whether the ghost is in the underworld or in the yang world or has been reincarnated, as long as the soul has not been scattered, the paper burned in front of the grave during the day will be transferred to the treasury of the underworld in seconds, and the underworld will receive it uniformly, and the part of the ghost that has not entered the underworld and has been reincarnated will be deducted, and the part of the ghost that is in the underworld will be distributed.

If the ghost has already disappeared, the burning paper on the grave during the day will not be received by the underworld, and the specific manifestation is that the paper money will also be scattered in the windless environment.

I burned paper at the grave, and the paper money from each grave was scattered everywhere in the windless environment.

I was mentally prepared for this.

I have no sorrow, no sorrow, no expression.

I went to Qingdai Qingbo's grave and burned a few pieces of paper, and the paper money was scattered everywhere in the windless environment.

On my way back, I came across a small black snake with its flesh open and dying, with its head cocked and lying in the middle of the road.

I didn't pause in my steps.

As soon as I crossed it, it laboriously left blood trails on the spot I had come after me.

I continued to walk more than 200 meters and then looked back coldly, although it climbed slower and slower, but it still did not give up catching up with me.

So I stopped.

If it can keep crawling in front of me, I will save it.

If it's dead of exhaustion, I'll bury it.

If it gives up halfway, I'll kill it.

After it finally took more than half an hour to catch up with me, I picked it up and took it back to the store, drugged it, stitched up its wounds, and threw it on the counter.

I continued to fold the ingots until it was dark, first put away the ingots on the ground, and then get something to satisfy my hunger, and also gave some to the little black snake.

From then until the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, I practiced Emei thorns and acupoints until dawn.

During the day, except for eating, drinking, and changing the medicine of the little black snake, I basically lay down in the wicker chair to rest the rest of the time.

During this time, nothing major happened.

Grandpa still didn't come, the old hairpin didn't come either, and there wasn't a single guest in the store.

On the night of the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, the little black snake completed a molt.

The crooked threads I had on it shed as it molted.

When it was done molting, it crawled down the counter towards the door.

Are you in such a hurry to leave?

I can't keep the living creatures after all.

I glanced at it and continued to practice the Emei thorn, allowing it to crawl to the door, and then crawl out of the store along the gap under the door.

It didn't come back after it left, which frustrated my attempt to keep him in the store to catch mice.

At dawn, the mayor of the town came early in the morning with two other patrols of the Yan team.

It turned out that when I had been in the ice cellar for a long time, Team Yan had brought people here several times to make a record of my inquiry, but I always knocked on the door and wouldn't open it.

Team Yan also thought about breaking in, but because I had asked the mayor not to disturb me for at least a month, the mayor stopped Team Yan for me and asked Team Yan to come back in a month.

Team Yan ended their annual leave yesterday, so they brought someone here today.

The medical examiner did not find any useful clues on the corpse, and when I cooperated to complete the interrogation record, the murder case of the family members will be included in the unsolved case.

After I quietly listened to the mayor's explanation and nodded silently, Team Yan asked the police to make a record of my questioning.

The mayor of the town heard the sarcasm, and stiffened his neck to retort at the Yan team, knowing the progress of the case is the right of every citizen, and he does not belong to leaking secrets.

Team Yan didn't answer again, and continued to pay attention to me suspiciously.

After I calmly cooperated with the police to complete the transcript, Team Yan did not leave but tried to talk to me.

I didn't answer, just watched him quietly.

Team Yan was not discouraged and continued to try to talk.

After his successive attempts to talk ended in failure, the scene was so embarrassing that he could pick out a Three Realms with his toes.

After Team Yan finally smiled awkwardly and left with his police officers, the mayor of the town, who had been holding back his laughter until his face turned blue, was so happy that he beat his chest.

I looked at the mayor in silence, and when he was finally able to stop laughing, I asked him in a faint tone what was the matter.

The mayor coughed dryly twice, and then smiled at once, quickly took out the house title certificate of the old road shop from his briefcase, handed it to me, and left.

The name on the title deed is Gu Thrush.

I closed the warrant and put it in a drawer, then went to the old shop, took his signboard flag to ward off evil spirits, and erected it outside the door of the shop.

After finishing this, I went back to the old way shop to sort out the relics left by the old way and his two apprentices.

The corpse water is not in the relics, and there are several thick notes on exorcism, divination, and the selection of the day among the relics, and the old Tao's belongings are nowhere to be found.

I retrieved the tortoise shell and notes, and took the remaining relics back to the Immortal Shop in a box to seal them.

I have no intention of investigating where the old man's belongings have gone.

I then wrote the rental on the door of the old shop, and my heart suddenly became blocked.

I walked back to the store to fold the ingots seriously, until it was dark and folded until I ran out of tin foil, and then studied the paper in the store.

The choice of color for the paper people is red for boys and green for girls.

For paper horses, men die to burn horses and women die to burn cows.

It is said that the paper figure cannot draw its eyes after it is tied, and it must be pierced with a needle, otherwise the paper figure will come back to life, is this really the case?

I opened a piece of paper to tie the person to remember the steps, and then found a bamboo strip to start to tie out the thin skeleton and paste it on the wide white paper, and then found the paint to hand on the appearance of the paper person.

I drew it with white hair and a few deep wrinkles on the forehead.

I drew black shoes on its feet, a black robe and a horse coat like a purple shroud, and two pieces of red on its cheeks.

The eyes I drew almost no whites of the eyes made its eyes unusually black.

It was made by following the appearance of the old man surnamed Gu in my memory.

As I drew its eyes, I withdrew and waited to see if it would actually come back to life.