"It's him, it's him, the kid and his father, it's this guy who killed our big treasure......" The middle-aged woman cried while screaming, kicking her feet on the ground, the middle-aged man persuaded beside her, and the big boy also hugged the middle-aged woman tightly. Needless to say, this family is the parents of the little boy who was hit and killed by Uncle Qi back then, and this teenage boy is the second child they were born, and they are all so old in a blink of an eye, they look at least thirteen or fourteen years old.

More and more villagers came out of the alley, two old people came to inquire, and the middle-aged man explained the situation. They were all surprised, looking at me, Kaohsiung and Uncle Qi. I don't know who brought the head of the village committee from the entrance of the village, but when he heard that the mage invited from Thailand wanted to exorcise evil spirits, he was very curious and asked where the mage was. I pointed to the car and said I was sitting in the back seat. The director said, "Can you give us a glimpse?"

I couldn't laugh or cry, saying that people didn't come to perform, this was a mage who practiced spells, and he could only come out when he cast spells, and it might be midnight. The village chief said, "Do you want me to find someone to go to the township police station and call the police first?" I hurriedly said don't do it first, and then discuss it after casting the spell, and don't let the police disturb the exorcism of evil spirits. The village director nodded again and again, telling the villagers not to go out and spread nonsense, the village has its own arrangements. Kaohsiung also told everyone that the midnight spell should not be noisy, so that the villagers should not be curious, and do not come out in the middle of the night to see the excitement, let alone follow them.

These words disappointed the onlookers, who seemed to be eager to see the excitement. The village chief asked us to go to the middle-aged couple's house, and I saw a black-and-white photo on the top of the cabinet with a cute little boy inside. When she sat down to talk, the middle-aged woman was still crying, looking at Uncle Qi with resentful eyes from time to time. I told them carefully for Uncle Qi again, and the big boy asked the middle-aged man, "Dad, are you talking about my brother?"

The middle-aged man nodded, and then he sighed again, and said: "How fast, it's been fifteen years, if Dabao is still alive, six years older than Erbao, and now they are all in college! I was not at home that day, Dabao just happened to be on his fourth birthday, and my wife wanted to cook a few more dishes for the child at home, and I don't even know when the child ran out." By the time my wife went out to look for it, the child was already out of breath......" The middle-aged man couldn't go on, tears flowed from his eyes.

"A year later, my wife became pregnant again, so she gave birth to this second treasure. Every year on Dabao's birthday, my wife cries, saying that this child's life is really bitter, and his birthday is also a death day, how miserable!" The middle-aged man continued. Kaohsiung and I looked at each other, which confirmed the cause and effect, no wonder Uncle Qi's three children were in car accidents on their fourth birthdays one after another.

The village director was puzzled: "Is there really such an evil thing?" Then where do you say the ghost of the Bai family's Dabao?" Kaohsiung talked to Azanbudan for a while, Azanbudan pointed behind Uncle Qi, and Kaohsiung told everyone that he was standing here. The village chief was shocked, but the middle-aged woman immediately ran over to ask where it was, and Azanbudan understood her intentions and pointed to the location behind Uncle Qi.

The middle-aged woman said, "Why can't I see?" Kaohsiung said that if you can easily see the yin spirit, then unless you are also a ghost. The middle-aged woman asked the mage if she could resurrect Dabao, and I laughed and said that not to mention the mage, even the immortals. The middle-aged woman was deflated and began to cry again.

Uncle Qi came to the middle-aged couple, knelt on the ground, and said that over the years, he had experienced three children losing their lives on their fourth birthdays, and he and his family were worse than dead, so he should have come to confess his guilt a long time ago, and asked for your forgiveness.

"In any case, being able to admit your mistakes means that you still have a conscience. The village chief said, "Then let's talk about this method first, it is also a good thing to let the Bai family treasure close his eyes under the nine springs." Bai Lao Wu, you can cook some food for these people first, and I will come over in the middle of the night. ”

The middle-aged woman immediately stopped: "What? He killed my son, and I still have to provide him with food?"

Bai Lao Wu said: "People say that they are here to confess their sins and turn themselves in, and they have to let people eat their stomachs, otherwise how can they do this ritual at night? How can our Dabao's soul be safe?" The white wife was silent, and seemed to agree. In the evening, seven people ate around the round table, the atmosphere was very awkward, they didn't speak, the two treasures of the Bai family always seemed to want to ask something, but when they saw their parents' serious expressions, they didn't dare to speak out.

At midnight, the village director took a few strong villagers, each with a pickaxe and shovel, under the command of Kaohsiung, we all came to the place where the accident occurred at the mouth of the alley, first set up the incense and candle offerings, the Bai family and Uncle Qi knelt on the ground, and Azanbudan began to cast spells. Uncle Qi held the urn of his third son in his hand, and the flames of paper money in the clay pot rose, flickering left and right. Suddenly, Uncle Qi raised his head and looked around.

"What's wrong?" I asked in a low voice.

Uncle Qi said, "I heard a child laughing...... his eyes moved, as if the child he said was running north along the village road. Kaohsiung asked everyone if they had heard, and everyone shook their heads and said where the laughter of children came from. At this time, Azambudan pointed in that direction and walked quickly in that direction. Kaohsiung hurriedly motioned for us to follow, and walked more than two miles along the village road, and I saw Azanbudan turn to the west and walk towards a hillside.

Kaohsiung asked the village director if there was a grave in that direction, and the village director nodded: "Yes, the graves in our village are all over there." After walking a few more miles, Azanbudan walked faster and faster, as if he would do light work, and several villagers began to gasp, saying that they couldn't keep up, and Bai Lao Wu's wife was even more tired, so she let her husband help her to reluctantly walk. I gasped and told them that they were mages from Southeast Asia who specialized in all kinds of spells, so they were quick on their feet. I finally came to the cemetery, and by the moonlight, I saw that the two hillsides were densely packed with graves and tombstones.

Azanbudan had already turned north and walked into the cemetery, and Bai Lao Wu pointed in that direction and said that the grave of his family's big treasure was over there. Quickening his pace and following over, he saw Azambudan standing in front of a small grave with the inscription "Tomb of Bai's eldest son XX", dated January 15, 1992. The white wife came to the grave and knelt down, hugged the tombstone and panted, and Uncle Qi looked at the direction of the grave bag while panting, as if someone was standing on it. The sound of Azambudan chanting mantra was intermittent, and then he stretched out his left hand and turned to talk to Kaohsiung.

"Let's start digging. Kaohsiung waved his hand.

Bai Lao Wu said hesitantly: "Do you really want to dig up the grave of my family's big treasure?" Kaohsiung said Of course, if you don't dig up, how can you let Mr. Qi's son bury your son. The village chief instructed the villagers to dig up the graves, and after more than ten years, the soil on the graves had become as hard as stones, and it was difficult to shovel them apart without a pickaxe.