"I gazed over their heads into the middle of the room, my body lay on a long table, uncovered with a white cloth, the sludge on the corpse untreated, the flesh I had used before my life was as messily as a strip of rag, without the slightest human touch, and the atmosphere did not look like a funeral for me;

"There were no guests, only my parents and my two younger brothers were present, I didn't know my father's sinister intentions at that time, I didn't expect that I was already a dead man, he would still use me, and he would also frame Rui'er, I only hated myself for being incompetent, what if I became a ghost, I still couldn't kill him. ”

Nangong Douling had completely brought him into his past, as if the Soul Stopping Ritual was actually unfolding in front of his eyes.

As the male corpse continued to tell, in his desperate and cold language, Nangong Douling was as if he was there.

As if through the eyes of the undead, he saw his father suddenly get up in the ancestral hall, holding three sticks of incense in his hand, and the lit incense was facing downward, grasping it in the palm of his hand, and said to everyone in the family: " My son Zhiguo is not filial, and a slut martyrdom, shame on our Chongjia, he is the eldest son, but there is no contribution to our family, I feed him in vain, death is also a waste of death, our Chongjia has never done loss-making business, although Zhiguo passed away, but did not completely lose his effect, he is still valuable, as a father, I must make good use of his value, for the benefit of the Chongjia, let the ancestors have a long face, but also for the descendants of the Chongjia to accumulate wealth, in this way, Zhiguo is not in vain. This ritual was set up to allow Zhiguo to create greater wealth for our family, what do you think?"

There was no objection from the family.

Zhiguo's mother said indifferently: "I don't think I have ever given birth to this son, the master disposes of it at will, since he doesn't take me as a mother to heart, he will be martyred with a woman casually, and he will not remember the kindness I have worked so hard to raise him, and I don't have to continue to cherish him." ”

The second brother said: "The lights are extinguished, the eldest brother is dead, he can't still feel it, no matter how he fiddles with his corpse, he must not feel it, if the eldest brother's corpse can still play a role, it can be regarded as atoning for his sins, I agree with my father's words, if we can let our Chongjia from now on the incense is prosperous, the financial resources are abundant, and the eldest brother will die well." ”

Although the third brother did not speak, his eyes had already expressed his expression, and he had no opinion on his father's suggestion.

Zhiguo's father nodded to the Taoist priest standing under the pillar and approved his action.

The Taoist priest was wearing a blood-colored red robe, there was no pattern on the robe, I don't know what sect he is, I only think that his eyes are gloomy, and he is probably not a righteous path mage, and he exudes yin and evil poison that cannot be hidden, I don't know what despicable schemes he has in his heart;

He rudely stripped off his shirt, bare his shirt, took up his knife, slashed diagonally at his chest, and pressed a bowl full of white wine against the wound, blood flowed down the edge of the bowl into the wine, and the clear and transparent liquid suddenly turned scarlet;

He handed the blood wine to Zhiguo's father and explained: "You and your son have to drink, the blood is blessed with my spell, and when it enters your belly, the spell will take effect and work in your essence and blood, this bowl of blood wine can not only protect your generation, but also protect your direct descendants, as long as the offspring conceived through the essence blood of you and your son, the soul of Zhiguo will not be able to seek revenge and revenge." ”

The father and son bowed their heads to each other, their eyes were cold, and in silence, one of them drank all the blood wine in one gulp.

At the side door of the ancestral hall, two big men with sacks on their backs walked in, bare, with a mottled apron on their chest masks, and minced meat in their hair, who looked like butchers;

The two threw the bloody sack to the ground, untied it, and poured out the stumps of mules, dogs, pigs, and sheep, and hot animal blood was still gushing out of the broken place, "Master Chong, they are all fresh, and they were just slaughtered." ”

Zhiguo's father pointed to the table, "You can do a lot of things for me, go over and chop off the hands and feet of this corpse for me." ”

The butchers looked shocked and shook their heads: "We only slaughter livestock, not people." ”

Zhiguo's father took out two heavy money bags from his waist and threw them into their arms, and the silver in the bags rang, "He's not a human, he's a dead corpse, you can just cut it down like a pig or a dog, I don't care." The father's voice sounded as careless as telling the cook to chop vegetables, without ups and downs, without emotion, without the pity that human beings deserve.

The butchers weighed the money bags, then pulled out the kitchen knives they carried from behind their waists, gripped the greasy wooden handles, and approached the corpses on the stage.

All these pictures are clearly depicted in the mind one by one through the narration of the male corpse;

He said that when the butchers cut off the arms of the corpses, the cloudy dark yellow corpse oil ran down the legs of the table like a pile of melted wax;

He also said that the butchers took a lot of effort to chop his legs, and in the end, his hands were so tired that he could barely grasp the kitchen knife, and the blood of the corpse had coagulated, and the flow was almost black.

The parents and brothers of the deceased watched coldly, only occasionally twitching the corners of their eyebrows and occasionally bouncing their cheeks, showing the disgust and coldness in their hearts.

The soul of the corpse floated in the air, looking at it painfully, what made him uncomfortable was not the destruction of his own body, what really hurt him was the indifference of his family, but unfortunately he couldn't shed tears as a ghost, otherwise it would definitely make this ancestral hall a downpour of tears.

After finishing the homework, the panting butcher was sent away, and the Taoist priest started to sew the limbs of the animal on the corpse, and there were words in his mouth-

"The black-haired mule hoof on the left arm is rich and rich and rich every year; the yellow dog on the right arm plows the soil and claws, and there are many children and grandchildren, and the generations live long; the red spotted boar leg on the left foot has a stable family foundation and cannot be invaded by foreign thieves; the snow-white goat's hoof on the right foot, whoever damages the Chong family must first hurt himself, and whoever harms the Chong family must die violently first!"

The Taoist priest is skillful, and the mantra and the ritual on the hand end at the same time.

He looked at the top and bottom of the Chong family, "Old lady, two young masters, this corpse form I spliced is called." Since ancient times, some people have raised ghosts in their homes to absorb blessings, and some people worship the gods to avoid disasters, but this corpse has rarely been pondered, they do not understand the mystery; 。 ”