Although he had only been dead for a few days, the weather in Malaysia was very hot at this time, and the body had already begun to decompose. Wearing a mask and gloves, Sha Ming took out a machete and a sack from the trunk of the car, endured the nausea, and had to overcome the resistance in his heart, cut off part of the little girl's body, put it in the sack, and by the way, took out the shroud, and then hastily backfilled the grave bag, and drove back immediately.

He couldn't help it on the road, stopped the car and came out to vomit, feeling very uncomfortable, feeling that it was not the little daughter of the villager XX who was cut with a knife just now, but his sister. After gargling his mouth and driving back to his residence, Azan Mao Wu was very happy, took out the prepared wine and dried beef, and said that the most difficult ingredients had been collected and that they should be celebrated.

Sha Ming saw the dried beef in the bag of lotus leaves and began to vomit again.

After collecting all the materials, Azan Mao Wu and Sha Ming moved into the thatched hut in the dense forest, instructed Sha Ming to grind the fifty bones he collected into bone meal, and then find a pottery urn, chop up the stump of the drowned little girl with a machete, throw it into the pottery urn, and then pour all the bone powder into it, then the hair of the corpses and the soil from the cemetery, and finally pour it into the river and place it outside to expose it to the sun.

Next, Azan Maowu asked Sha Ming to take the shroud and go to other villages to find spinners, asking them to disassemble the cotton thread of the shroud, add hard silk threads, and re-spin them into stronger threads. The shroud had large yellowish-black stains on it, the fluid of the little girl's decomposing corpse, and it could be smelled from a distance. Sha Ming had to take it and wash it, otherwise even the spinners would be smoked and vomited.

"Don't wash it!" Azan Mao Wu hurriedly stopped, "If you wash it, it will be in vain, and you will have to find another piece." Sha Ming had no choice but to give up, and the village spinner, an old woman, kept asking what kind of cloth it was, and why it smelled so bad that she wanted to vomit. Sha Ming had already thought of an excuse, saying that it was used to wrap salted fish, but later the fish accidentally rotted and deteriorated, which made it stink.

The old woman asked, "Then why do you have to take it apart and spin it into a new one?" You are reluctant to throw away such a stinky rag, is it that you are poorer than me as a young man?" Sha Ming laughed and said that his mother had been used to saving since she was a child, and that the silk thread could be used to weave into fishing nets. The old woman shook her head again and again, as if she didn't believe Sha Ming's nonsense at all, but it didn't matter, Sha Ming didn't want her to believe it.

After the silk thread was spun, it still stinked, but Azan Mao Wu was very satisfied, and nodded his head when he looked at the thread. He asked Shaming to find a log, wrap the thread around it, and throw it into the urn. More than ten days passed, and every night, Azan Mao Wu sat cross-legged in front of the pottery urn and chanted mantras. The smell in the urn became more and more stinky, and Sha Ming had to wear a mask every day, while Azan Maowu seemed to have severe rhinitis and couldn't smell anything, so he didn't take it seriously at all. This made Sha Ming very impressed, thinking that Azan was not a casual head lowerer, and it was difficult for him to do it based on this alone.

Finally, Azan Mao Wu asked Sha Ming to take out the silk thread, put it in the sun to dry it thoroughly, and re-wrap it into a ball of thread again.

When everything was ready, Azan Maowu began to chant mantras in the house every night, leaving Sha Ming to stay next door, telling him to cheer up and not to be disturbed. Sha Ming was very reluctant, this thatched hut was very hidden, there was no human population in the dense forest at all, where would anyone come to disturb him in the middle of the night? I am afraid that I will not be able to find anyone who has paid to invite people to come. But after all, he had to take Azan Maowu's salary, so he had to change to rest during the day and not sleep all night, and became a night watchman.

For half a month, Sha Ming listened to the endless chanting of mantras by Azan Mao Wu every night, and in order to pass the loneliness, he had to read magazines and pictorials by the light of the gas lamp. Fifteen days later, Azan Mao Wu suddenly put on sunglasses and tied his neck with a black T-shirt, and he was dressed very strangely. Sha Ming asked what this meant, and Azan Mao Wu said: "The head-lowering technique I practiced was very profound, and I accidentally hurt my eyes and couldn't see strong light, so I had to wear sunglasses 24 hours a day to avoid being burned by the light, and I would become blind." Sha Ming asked why he wanted to tie his shirt around his neck, and Azan Mao Wu explained that the practice caused the body to be very afraid of cold, especially the neck area, and all had to be blocked. Although Sha Ming thought it was strange, he thought to himself that he didn't know much about Southeast Asian witchcraft, which was rare and strange.

Azan Maowu told Sha Ming: "From tonight onwards, I will begin to practice the advanced head-lowering technique, from about 11 a.m. until 3 a.m., for these four hours, your duty is not to leave the hut, but to keep watch at the door of my house at all times, and you must not make too much noise unless it is thundering or raining, so as not to frighten me, and there must be no bright light, my eyes have been injured, and I am even more afraid of light at night." If you hear me calling you in the house, you should immediately come in with incense ashes, hemostatic medicine, and gauze, stop the bleeding from the wounds on my body, apply hemostatic medicine first, apply incense ash if it does not work, and finally wrap it in gauze. When you are done, go out and close the door, don't disturb, and don't change my body position at will, unless I call you or come out by yourself. In addition, the whole process cannot be illuminated by gas lamps. Then you boil the rice porridge every day, and I only eat this. ”

Sha Ming nodded repeatedly, thinking that this kind of task was very, very strange, but compared to the previous work done in the cemetery, I don't know how many times stronger.

That night, Sha Ming sat at the door of Azan Mao Wu, next to him with incense ashes, hemostatic medicine and gauze on the floor, and he had slept enough during the day, so he was not very sleepy at night. It's just that the hut in the dense forest has no wires, and he can't watch TV, and Azan Maowu doesn't let him listen to the radio, and Sha Ming can read magazines and pictorials by the light of the gas lamp at night, but now he doesn't let the light shine, which is very depressing.

The sound of Azan Maowu chanting mantras was heard in the room first, which lasted less than ten minutes before stopping. Leaning against the wooden wall next to the door of Azan Mao Wu's bedroom, a few hours passed, Sha Ming was so bored that he wanted to hit the wall, thinking to himself what kind of head lowering technique Azan Mao Wu was practicing, there were so many strange rules. Curiosity grew, and he peered through the crack in the wooden door. There was no light source at night, and Sha Ming saw that the window inside was open, and the faint moonlight was faintly shining through the outside, and he could see Azan Mao Wu sitting cross-legged on the bed, leaning against the wall, because it was too dark, he could only see below his chest, and above his chest was hidden in the darkness. He didn't hear the sound of chanting mantras, and Sha Ming thought that Azan Mao Wu was just sleeping.

At half past three in the morning, suddenly Sha Ming heard the low call of Azan Maowu from the house, he suddenly refreshed, listened to it twice, confirmed that it was calling him, and hurriedly pushed open the door of the house and went in, sat next to Azan Maowu, and saw him sitting against the wall, still wearing sunglasses, expressionless, holding the silk thread in his right hand, about half a meter long scattered outside, and stained with blood, but there seemed to be no wound on his body, but his stomach was relatively bulging, as if he had just eaten very full.