When I first came in, there were a total of eight people on the kang, excluding the two kowtowers, and there were six men, women, and children. Looking at it now, there are more than six urns in the huge old box.

I looked at it with numbness, and said that these urns look like there are at least a dozen, if they are really all blood relatives of kowtow insects, how many generations must it be? As the old saying goes, these two people actually put the ashes of the dead in a box and carry them around, which is too unbelievable.

Jinghai suddenly said, "Take me over to have a look." ”

I frowned secretly, but walked over anyway.

It doesn't matter if it's close, it's immediately obvious that something is wrong.

These urns in the box are different from ordinary urns. Generally, urns are square, and the top surface of these urns is oblique. This is an urn, it's a shrunken coffin!

The more I looked, the more I realized that something was wrong, and with the permission of the kowtow worm and the sick woman, I took one of them and looked at it carefully. This look is even more scalp-tight.

I asked kowtow worms, "Do you raise ghosts?" ”

The sick woman replied for him, "It's not him, it's me." I made these old houses. ”

"You did it?" My brow furrowed even tighter: "Inside these little coffins, are they really your relatives?" ”

The woman said yes.

My voice turned cold: "I don't think so!" You said that you made these little coffins, and of course you know what materials were used. Use locust wood, willow wood, and mulberry wood to make twelve yuan, and the coffin face is riveted with iron nails, you are not only raising ghosts, but also want them to never be born? ”

Coffins are also called longevity wood, old houses, ten pieces, ten pages of tiles, and were generally made of non-perishable wood such as cypress, pine, and nanmu, and copper and stone were also used, but that was only a very few.

Most of the small coffins I see now are made of willow wood. Supposedly, if it were pure willow wood, it would be nothing. There is an old saying that 'born in Yangzhou, played in Hangzhou, died in Liuzhou, buried in Huizhou', died in Liuzhou, that is, the willow coffin in Liuzhou is good.

In the early years, ordinary people bought up to ten coffins, and these small coffins were spliced with twelve plates, commonly known as twelve yuan. The coffin cover is the sky, the bottom is the earth, the two sides are the walls, and the two ends are the sun and the moon, which is also called the coffin face. The main body of the two walls of the small coffin is made of willow wood, but the coffin lid is spliced with acacia wood, and the coffin face is made of mulberry wood.

In the folk willow, mulberry, acacia and poplar are known as the four ghost trees, and the locust wood is the loosest, and the mulberry wood is easy to be eaten by insects, even the poorest people will not use these two kinds of wood to make coffins.

The coffin face is also exquisite, the two ends are engraved, the male is longevity, the female is blessed, the most unfortunate is the light board, the coffin face of these small coffins, but each nailed an umbrella cover iron nail, but also on the black lacquer.

I saw a similar coffin once in the home of a previous 'client', and later learned that the carpenter who made the coffin for his family had a grudge against his family and deliberately framed them. Burying the deceased in such a coffin is equivalent to saying that the coffin of the deceased does not see the sun and the moon, and the upper and lower levels cannot be reached, and they will never be able to live beyond life!

I still have to question it, but Jinghai said, "Ignore these coffins for now, seal them, and treat the woman first." ”

At first glance, when I saw so many small coffins, I would have said that it would take some work, but now I can see the mystery in the coffin, which saves time.

Just cover the suitcase and seal it with cinnabar yellow charms.

I called Ji Yayun in, took the copper pot that had been extinguished earlier, and then looked at it again, there were clumps of black flocculent material like hair, mixed with some grains the size of rice grains, like maggot eggs.

I didn't care what it was, so I cleared the pot, lit the charcoal fire again, and poured some of the sesame oil I had brought.

I didn't say anything big to Ji Yayun, I did hear about the method of treating scabies with sesame oil earlier, but I just thought it was too unreliable, and when I studied medicine, I felt even more absurd. Now Jing Hai said that this method worked, and he could only give it a try.

Everything was ready, but Jinghai suddenly said to me: "To cure that woman's disease, you need to take medicine to induce ......."

After listening to Jinghai, I looked at Ji Yayun with some embarrassment.

She was stunned at first, and then asked me, "Do you need me to do anything?" ”

I said, "I want your hair." ”

"How much?"

I gritted my teeth, "At least half." ”

Although Ji Yayun's personality is a little cowardly, she has always done something and not done something, and she has a very good heart, knowing that it is to save people, only a little hesitation, she asked me for a knife, and cut off her waist-length hair along the shoulder.

She didn't hesitate in her hands, but the green silk hair was cut off, and her eyes were filled with tears.

At this point, I didn't bother to care about the consequences, so I only cut my hair in half and mixed it with sesame oil that had already begun to smoke.

I asked the sick woman to flip the collar of her sweater, and after just one look, she gasped.

On the back of her neck, a thin layer of gauze was sticked, and as soon as the gauze was removed, she immediately saw a piece of rotten flesh the size of a child's palm. The flesh was really rotten, and not only was rotting water flowing out, but there were white maggots wriggling inside.

This is still a sore on the head, and it is all partially necrotic.

I glared at the kowtow worm: "Is it because the doctor refuses to treat her, or are you superstitious remedies?!" ”

The sick woman sighed, "The doctor was willing to treat at first, but he really couldn't cure it. ”

Jing Hai said lightly: "I believe she is telling the truth, Boss Xu, the oil is open, let's do it." ”

Perhaps because of my major and people-oriented, I didn't care about it for the time being, and according to Jinghai, I flattened the dough given by the owner of the baked cake stall and applied it to the rotten sores on the back of the sick woman's neck.

Seeing that the sesame oil in the copper pot was already boiling, I glanced at Ji Yayun, used the rest of her hair as a brush, dipped it in sesame oil and poured it on the dough.

According to Jinghai, these actions are all done in one go. The hot sesame oil is poured on the dough, making a sizzling sound and exuding a smell of oily noodles.

In this case, the aroma does not whet the appetite, and soon, I saw a creepy scene.

The originally smooth surface of the dough gradually grows some fine holes under the pouring of sesame oil.

When I poured the sesame oil on it again according to Jinghai's instructions, suddenly, several maroon-red ant-like insects emerged from several holes at the same time.

Unlike the fireflies that flew out of the sick woman's mouth before, these insects had no wings, and their color was not as fiery red, as large as ants, but their appearance was different from that of ants, very similar to the form of flying insects before they formed cocoons.

As soon as these strange insects came out, they immediately bounced up and clinged to the hair dipped in sesame oil on top, and quickly climbed up along the hair as if grasping a life-saving straw.

At first, I was really startled, for fear that the strange insect would crawl on my hand, but fortunately, the strange insect only climbed upward, like a burning gunpowder, and a star cremated appeared, and then it was burned to ashes.

I didn't relax, but my nerves tightened.

Because, as the first few strange insects were incinerated, more strange insects swarmed out of the thin holes of the dough!