But no matter whether Xia Lingling's incarnated red soul is the king of the Yellow River or goes to the ghost world, it can't solve the urgent need. Jiang Xing has been in a coma for half a month, and if he drags it out any longer, I'm afraid his life will be gone, how can we save him?

The fat bird thought for a while, and said that if you really want to take care of this, it is not completely impossible. The only thing that works is to dream and channel.

It said that after the red soul was possessed, it could not be seen or touched, and under normal circumstances, it could only come out and move when the host was sleeping, and all kinds of magic weapons and attacks had no effect on it, because after all, it was only a faint wisp of consciousness.

The Red Soul is bent on revenge, if you want to revive the ignorant Jiang Xing, then you have to help the Red Soul. After determining the host of its possession, enter the host's dream through special means while sleeping, communicate with the red soul, and fulfill its wish for revenge as soon as possible.

After the wish is fulfilled, the Red Soul will go to the Yellow River, and Jiang Xing, who is involved in this matter, will naturally wake up.

Speaking of which, the fat bird is colorful.

"Fourth, you have to think clearly, once you dream of channeling, you will be contaminated with the cause and effect of this red soul, I am afraid that there will be a lot of investigation in the future, and there is no conclusive conclusion whether it is a blessing or a curse......

I pondered for a moment, thinking that it was important to save people. Cultivators are doing the right thing for heaven, but they want to have a clear conscience and save the common people. If you don't save a human life in vain, what is the difference between it and those muddy walking corpses?

My statement seemed to be expected by the fat bird, it blinked its obscene eyes, hehe, Yile, the serious appearance just now was gone, and said Okay, since you kid dare to die, I dare to bury it, let me hurry up and prepare yellow paper and cinnabar for it.

I didn't dare to slack off, so I hurriedly prepared. When everything was in order, I saw the fat bird take a brush in his mouth, dip it in cinnabar ink, and began to draw on the yellow paper with his heavy body.

The feathers on its whole body are suddenly raised, as if it is wrapped in a ball of qi in its body, and the ink falls into a line, and the pen walks the dragon. It took half an hour to draw the rune paper.

The fat bird seemed to be overexerting force, and fell softly on the sofa, lamenting that he was old and had to work hard to draw a talisman.

It told me that by saying that the charm was called "psychic", that I would be able to enter the dream by attaching it to the forehead of the possessed host, and then connecting my wrist to the host's wrist with a red thread.

It should be noted that the wrist must be on the left and right of the woman, and only one person can enter the host's dream at a time.

In addition, in the process of the two of them falling asleep, they must not be awakened by external forces, once they go on a business trip, the consequences are like going crazy, and both of them are more than lucky.

I was overjoyed and asked if the fat bird had this psychic talisman and even saved the grave, after all, Xia Lingling had to go to the Yellow River to receive the order after her revenge, and the body was not so important.

The fat bird said no, this grave relocation still has to be done, and the sooner the better.

"Although the red soul can't be seen or touched, it is not a fool, and sooner or later the bones of someone will be investigated. If she is really possessed by the monkey, moving the grave is equivalent to easing the relationship between them, and it is easy to talk in dreams. ”

"In addition, you analyzed it well before, when you see your own bones, the red soul will definitely react, and it can also help you finally determine who the real host is......"

I heard something from the fat bird, so I asked if the host wasn't a monkey? He was one of the participants in the exhumation.

The fat bird shook his head, saying that Jiang Xing's coma was because he was the passage through which the red soul escaped, and if he really wanted to take revenge, the monkey would have been mistaken a long time ago, and he would not wait until now.

And the red soul is not as powerful as the legend, and it can possess whoever it wants.

Xia Lingling was a woman before her death, women belong to yin, ghosts belong to yin, and men are yang, and the young man with strong blood is the most prosperous, so it is natural to clash with each other, so it is unlikely that the red soul is attached to a man. Reading.com

"Of course, at the moment it's just my speculation that if the host is a monkey or someone else, we'll find out tonight!"

Seeing that the time was not early, I hurriedly soaked a bag of instant noodles to fill my stomach, took the psychic talisman drawn by the fat bird, the red line was ready-made at home, and brought all the agarwood and Ouyang Waidan and other things, and rushed to Jiang Xing's rental house.

Everyone has been waiting for me for a long time. After the assembly, because the distance between the two villages was relatively far, the fat man borrowed a van from the company and drove us to Songya Village, where Xia Lingling was buried.

Jiang Xue hasn't slept since last night, considering that she is a girl, she is really not suitable to participate in this operation, so she stayed in the rental house to rest and wait for news.

On the way, I whispered to the analysis of Lao Bi's drawing of talismans and the fat man and the amorous two. Hearing that Xia Lingling was killed and died unjustly, both of them were surprised, and discussed it with me again, omitting it.

Digging graves can't be publicized, and we often start in the middle of the night, and we leave a little early. But I encountered traffic control, and when I came to Songya Village and parked the car, it was already past 11 o'clock in the evening.

The countryside is not as good as the city, and there is no entertainment, so people go to bed early, and there is not a trace of light in the whole Songya Village.

The monkey took us to sneak into the cemetery in the north of the village, tonight the moon was dark and the wind was high, and the shadows of the trees were swaying, reflecting a large black and oppressive grave, and people were covered in hair.

It didn't take long for us to find the tomb where Xia Lingling was buried, which was obviously a new tomb, with slightly loose soil and a larger circle than other tombs. The tombstone in front of the grave is engraved: The tomb of Luo Chengan and his beloved wife Luo X.

I can't help but sigh with emotion, the dawn and dusk are all according to the old customs, ancient women marry their husbands with their husbands' surnames, and their own surnames are ranked behind, and there is no name, only a "clan" is used instead.

But Xia Lingling even changed her surname to X, she was just a stolen corpse, and no one cared who it was. It seems that Lao Bi is right, if she doesn't help her move her grave, she will inevitably find Monkey and Jiang Xing to settle accounts with this kind of humiliation in the future.

It's not the first time that the monkey has dug a grave, and at this moment, the three of us are pressing him down, and he is a lot bolder, and he is about to drill into the grave when he picks up the whirlwind drill he is carrying.

I grabbed him and reminded him.

"The dead are great, before breaking the ground, put incense on the front to make it clear, isn't it disrespectful for you to dig directly? There is a god three feet above his head! ”

"Yes, yes, I forgot, I forgot......"

Then the monkey remembered, hurriedly took out three incense sticks from the bag, lit them with a lighter, and hurriedly bowed two times, and was about to insert them into the grave.

I frowned when I saw it, stopped him again, and asked You usually rob tombs like this?

The monkey was stunned for a moment, and said yes, isn't it a three-pillar high incense, blessed by the gods?

I didn't bother to explain to him, so I cut off the three sticks of incense, buried them in the earth, took out four new ones from the bag, lit them in the lee, and stood in front of the grave and whispered.

"The four of us came tonight, not to disturb them, but the daughter in the tomb is named Xia Lingling, who has a poor background, and was exhumed after death, so she shouldn't stay here. Our generation broke ground for this, and I hope that the souls of the dead will not be strange......"

So I put the four incense sticks into the soil of the grave.

It was windy tonight, but the four incense sticks were unwavering and unaffected, and the green smoke went straight upwards and burned out quickly. It wasn't until it was reduced to a puddle of ashes that it was blown away by a sudden wind blowing......