The old man said that it was used to collect souls, and if my father's soul was retrieved by then, the soul would be put into the clay pot first, and then a soul restoration ceremony would be done.

Time flies, almost eleven o'clock, it is the time of the yin, the yang energy of the day is almost faded at this time, and the village is dark and quiet.

There was a dead place around the locust tree, and there was a bowl of water, two candles, three incense sticks, and four stacks of paper money on the yellow cloth table, all of which were used to summon spirits.

The old man took three incense sticks in his hand and silently recited the soul conjuring, and the next thing was for me to go to the soul.

I have been carrying the white lantern in my hand, and in order to avoid accidents, I also took a few pieces of rune paper, so that when something happened to me, it was convenient to save my life.

Follow the old man's request.

After he performed the conjuring ritual, I started walking up the village road with a white lantern.

As he walked, he whispered to my dad.

The moon was very light tonight, and I could barely see, so I walked along the village road, walking very softly and screaming very quietly.

In addition to paying attention to the changes in the white lanterns, I also had to watch the dark houses on both sides, and I was afraid that suddenly some villagers would come out.

I don't know what I'd think if I walked with a lantern.

Fortunately, I walked all the way, and there was no movement in the dark houses on both sides, and the village was surprisingly quiet tonight, not even the wind.

I just feel lifeless, and under the moonlight, it looks a little gloomy.

I looked to the right and kept shouting. Soon, I walked from the end of the village to the head of the village.

I took a deep breath, turned around and continued walking, with a white lantern, screaming as I went.

Soon, I walked to the end again and saw the big locust tree.

During the whole process, it was very quiet, there was no sound, my dad didn't show up, and I looked at the coffin in the yard at the door of my grandmother's house, and there was nothing unusual.

Even the old man didn't know where to run at this time.

At his request, I could only walk back and forth repeatedly, turning around every time I walked to the big locust tree.

When I repeated this seven more times, I suddenly felt a sinking in my back, as if something was more.

I have a sudden heart, I won't recruit it back!?

I didn't dare to look back, swallowed my saliva and walked on, and walked back and forth, and when it was the ninth time, I suddenly felt a chill in my neck, as if something was blowing behind me.

I panicked, goosebumps began to pop up, I craned my neck and continued walking, my legs starting to shake unconsciously.

I stared at the white lantern as I walked, and whispered to my dad.

At this time, I felt that my neck was even colder, and a gust of yin wind came from nowhere, pouring straight into my collar, freezing my skin numb.

I endured my fear and walked back and forth again.

At this moment, the flames in the white lantern suddenly flickered and dimmed, and then, a little red light spread in it, and in just a few seconds, the white lantern turned into a red lantern, a lantern as red as blood.

My eyelids jumped, thinking of the old man's explanation, I didn't hesitate at all, trembling and walking quickly to the incense candle paper money.

Then he knelt on the ground, lit the candle and the incense, and then began to burn the paper money, and while burning, he muttered to my father.

As the old man instructed, I kept staring down at the bowl of water throughout the whole process. The flame of the candle flickered.

Flickering and dimming, through the reflection of the water in the bowl, the flickering fire of the candles, my face was cloudy, and it looked a little scary.