Two days later, Azan Song Lin flew from Bangkok to Beijing and then transferred to a train to Shenyang, Hu Fei's father and I went to the airport to pick him up, in order to avoid being known by the villagers, Hu's father specially hired two laborers from Lu Yuan, with picks and shovels, Hu Feituo's colleagues borrowed a van, and the seven people set off overnight to come to Lianhua Village in Puhe Town again.

Parking at the entrance of the village, we walked to the north slope behind the village. There are not many families left in the village, and the popularity is very poor, and there are not many people in the middle of the night. Because this hillside used to be a cemetery, the villagers were more taboo, and no one planted anything here, so it was quiet. The place where the coffin was dug and filled the soil a few days ago was easy to find, and there were weeds everywhere else, but here it was obviously turned over, and the color was different after backfilling, and the grass was also messy.

"Dig it!" Father Hu pointed to the area. The two laborers began to dig with a spade, and before nearly ten villagers dug together, now the soil was very loose, so the two of them did not make much effort to dig up the two coffins again. The two laborers muttered and said that it was unlucky, and came to dig the grave in the middle of the night. Father Hu didn't care about it, the five hundred per person that had been negotiated before, and this job was easy, much more comfortable than smashing the wall.

Hu Fei stood next to his father, holding his hands in front of his chest and shivering: "It's so late to dig someone's grave, isn't it, too good?" Hu's father asked his son if it was cold, and Hu Fei nodded again and again. Obviously, standing on the hillside full of old graves in the middle of the night, it is strange that a person like Hu Fei, who is haunted by yin spirits, is not cold.

"Will it be seen by the villagers?" Hu Fei asked, "Then it's troublesome!" The two laborers stopped what they were doing and asked what's wrong, isn't this your relative, why are you still afraid to see it. Father Hu hurriedly said It's okay, you don't care about him, he is a coward, and now he is digging the grave of our relatives, don't worry.

The two laborers continued to dig, Hu Fei held his arm, and was still talking to himself: "Digging graves in the middle of the night, this is a lack of virtue, and you will be punished...... Let the people in the village see that they have to scold us...... Can you stop digging......" Father Hu glared at him fiercely, and Hu Fei stopped talking.

The two coffins side by side were all exposed, and my father and I used a flashlight to ask the carpenter to pry the lid open, and the carpenter saw the bones inside and said, "Why are they still wearing white clothes?"

Suddenly, Hu Fei said loudly: "Dig it all out for me, dig up all the coffins in this area, and set it up on fire! What is the use of keeping it?"

Hu Fei said: "I'm afraid of a fart! What's the use of dead people decades ago? Occupy a place and don't, dig it all out for me, dig a coffin and add 500!" The two laborers were so happy that they hurriedly picked up their pickaxes and were about to change places to dig, so Father Hu and I hurriedly went over to persuade him, saying that the man was not in good spirits, so don't believe it.

Azan Songlin sat cross-legged in front of the coffin pit, and Hu's father and I also helped Hu Fei to sit opposite, and in the middle were the two coffins, and the laborers were smoking and watching the excitement with tools. Azan Songlin took the string of beads from his neck and began to recite the mantra. I asked Father Hu to pull on his son's clothes, so that he would not have a strange attack, rush forward, and then jump into the coffin pit. After a few minutes, Hu Fei's body began to move from side to side, like fleas in his clothes.

"No, no, I don't want to, don't look for me, I don't dare to go, I'm afraid, forget it, I admit I'm unlucky, I can't help it, don't pull me, I won't do it!" Hu Fei let out a series of gibberish. The two mechanics looked at this spell casting scene, and they both felt very novel, and they pointed while smoking, and I knew very well in my heart that the words he said just now were the most common mantras used by the timid and afraid of things. Now Azan Song Lin is casting a spell, which is to drive away the Yin Spirit of the Jiang brothers from Hu Fei. And now it was midnight, the time of the day when the yin qi was at its peak, so they began to use Hu Fei's body to manifest.

Sure enough, Hu Fei didn't take long to say loudly: "Take it, don't fucking talk nonsense, I just say okay, I'll care about him, what kind of saint is it, what's wrong with touching it, don't come with me, it's useless!" Now it must be the younger brother of the Jiang brothers, and the villagers have also said before that this guy's personality is just the opposite of his brother, rude and greedy, and lustful, it seems to be true.

Azan Song Lin cast a spell for more than ten minutes, and Hu Fei suddenly stretched out and grabbed in the air, as if he was beating someone. After a while, he blocked it with his hands again, as if he was hiding something. One moment it's an older brother, another moment it's a younger brother, one moment beats someone and the other gets beaten, and all kinds of sounds come out of his mouth. The night was very quiet, and I watched left and right, for fear of waking up the villagers, and it would be difficult to explain it if I came to see it. Fortunately, no, after the spell was cast, I asked Father Hu to quickly take out all the offerings he had bought in advance from the car, including fruit cakes and rice dishes, and Father Hu took the offerings and put them all into the two coffins, and there were also many incense candles, paper people, paper horses, gold ingots and other things, all of which were burned in front of the coffin pit. In order to do what he liked, I also deliberately asked Father Hu to buy a lot of large pictorials with beautiful women printed on the covers, and naked beauties tied with paper, and then asked Azan Song Lin to bless the transcendence with mantras, so that the Yin spirits of the Jiang brothers could enjoy offerings in the underworld, so as to eliminate their grievances.

When he was cooking something, Hu Fei smiled hesitantly: "It's delicious, it's good, it's beautiful!" It seems that this is the younger brother of the Jiang brothers, who has not been reincarnated in the underworld for 20 years, and has no woman, which is really enough for it.

Finally, after tossing a large chase, the spell casting was completely over. At this time, a villager came over and saw that it was Hu Fei and his father, so he asked: "Hey, why are you two? What are you doing?" I thought to myself that it still alarmed the villagers, and Hu's father quickly explained, saying that he came over a few days ago and wanted to dig up his grandfather's coffin with his neighbors in the village and move it away, but he didn't expect to alarm the coffin of the Jiang brothers.

The villager said: "Which Jiang brother ......" Hu's father explained the situation, and the villager sighed, saying Old Jiang's family, Mom, it was all twenty years ago, and I had just gotten married at that time. Father Hu hurriedly said yes, yes, that was at that time.

"Lao Jiang's family has moved away, what are you still tossing?" the villager said with a smile, "I thought the north slope was on fire, hurry up and put on my clothes and come over to have a look!" Sending the villager away, we also asked the laborers to quickly re-cover the coffin lid and backfill the coffin pit, Hu Fei was still in a coma, Hu's father and I helped him into the van, and everyone went home.