Chapter Twenty-Seven: I Can't afford to be sick
Han Shizhong hurriedly stepped forward to catch it. When he saw the number on the note, he was taken aback, and pretended to excuse himself, "Sir, this little old man is really a little scared, and there is too much money, I am really embarrassed to take it." ”
"Okay, Boss Han, you deserve it. You folded the idea this time, and you need this money to buy a way to recruit people and then regroup. Now that it's over, don't shirk it. ”
"Yes, yes, then I'm disrespectful."
As soon as Han Shizhong and Scarface came out of the alley, Scarface couldn't hold back and asked.
"Master, how's it going?"
"See for yourself."
Scarface took the rune paper and note in Han Shizhong's hand, and immediately exclaimed.
"Master, so much money, this is several times more than last time, and there are these few talismans, these are all top-grade talismans......."
"Shhhh Come on. ”
Han Shizhong hurriedly reminded.
Han Shizhong showed a sly sneer and said lightly. "Of course, the money was worth far more than the few things, but I told him the news that it was really worth the amount. Let's go, take this money, and let's go back and reorganize the rivers and mountains. ”
"Good!"
Scar's face smiled, and when he saw the money, it was like seeing the little daughter-in-law in the next village, and his heart was secretly surging.
Fertilizer plant, tube building.
At this time, Cui Yuanjun was like an ant on a hot pot, fidgeting. The cigarette butt in Cui Yuanjun's hand was so hot that he didn't feel it, and Aunt Li sat on the edge of Cui Yue's bed and kept shedding tears, touching Cui Yue's forehead while crying.
Zhang Hu carried Cui Yue to the infirmary, and the doctor looked at the bottom of his eyes, everything was normal. I don't think it's okay, it's just too frightened, just go home slowly. Zhang Hu and others felt that they were still not at ease, and went to the county hospital on their backs, and the doctor said that it really didn't work, give it a drip, go home and pay more attention to rest, it would be good if this strength passed.
Zhang Hu carried the person to Cui's house again, and he was tired enough, so he explained and went back to rest first.
Cui Yue was lying on the bed, as if he was asleep, breathing evenly, but no matter how he called it, Cui Yue just didn't wake up, and he still slept heavier than a dead pig.
In the evening, Cui Yue suddenly had a fever on his forehead, and asked the doctor to come to the house to get a fever-reducing injection, which was useless at all, but more serious, and began to talk nonsense in his mouth, scratching his two hands and shouting.
"Don't come and get me, go away, go away."
"Help, help, get out of me."
Cui Yuanjun was in a hurry, and Aunt Li couldn't help much, so she could only pray silently in her heart for safety, but who knew that the tears were about to drain, but her son showed no signs of improvement.
At this time, Zhang's mother next door suddenly interjected, breaking the silence.
"This guy is not evil, he has been hit by something, he has to find someone to be stable and stable, and it may be useful to pick up and pick up." Cui Yuanjun nodded again and again when he heard it, why didn't he think of it.
When Aunt Li heard this, she hurriedly asked someone to invite Cui Yue and his uncle to come to the house to remove Cui Yue's illness and demons.
Cui Yue's uncle Li Jianguo usually admires the superstition of feng shui. When I don't have anything to do on weekdays, I always hold a few forbidden books on feng shui secrets and secretly figure it out. He will never lift a broom, eight sedan chairs to carry him, and he will not go out if he dies.
As soon as Li Jianguo heard that his nephew had something, he paid it back, and he didn't have time to put on his coat, so he hurried to Cui's house with one foot deep and one foot shallow in the night.
Pushing open the door of Cui's house, Li Jianguo was out of breath.
"What's wrong, what's wrong with Cui Yue."
Aunt Li hurriedly led Li Jianguo to the back room to check it out, looking at Cui Yue's forehead and snorting on the bed.
Li Jianguo scolded while watching, "Special mother, that little rabbit cub, tell me, Cui Yue is out of breath." It made me run all the way, and I almost died of exhaustion. ”
It turned out that he was in a hurry, and the person who sent the message didn't explain it, and mistakenly said that Cui Yue was not awake and that Cui Yue was out of breath, and Li Jianguo, who was shocked, hurriedly ran over without saying a word.
Cui Yuanjun didn't care about this nonsense, he just wanted to know when his son would be fine.
Li Jianguo seriously examined Cui Yue, and combined with the murder that happened in the factory today, Cui Yue suddenly fell ill after witnessing the tragic condition of the corpse, and he couldn't afford to get sick. Therefore, Li Jianguo concluded from this analysis that Cui Yue was hit by the resentment contained in the corpse, and he was even frightened and lost his soul!
Although Cui Yuanjun didn't understand what Li Jianguo was talking about, he heard that Li Jianguo was talking about the Tao, and when he heard it, there should be a door, so he urged.
"Uncle, then you can quickly help Cui Yue get rid of the grievances you said, and it will be fine."
"Okay, without further ado, I'll say something, you guys hurry up and prepare, and when it's ready, we'll hurry up and open the altar."
Li Jianguo nodded.
A bamboo chopsticks, half a bowl of glutinous rice, a bowl of water, a piece of cotton and linen, two pieces of paper money, and a little cinnabar are enough.
"Okay, you wait. I'm going to find it. ”
Everything else is easy to find, but this cinnabar is not usually prepared, and Aunt Li hurriedly went out of the house and ran to a few neighbors' houses before she got the things used.
Li Jianguo coaxed all the idlers out of the house, and didn't let people look at them, even Cui Yue's little sister was taken to another house, leaving only Cui Yuanjun and Aunt Li in the outhouse, leaving a crack in the window and door, which could not be tightened.
After all these were ready, Li Jianguo turned off the lights in the inner room, leaving only a little light from the outer room to shine in. Li Jianguo's face was solemn, and there were words in his mouth. Cui Yuanjun and Aunt Li were so anxious that they didn't dare to take a breath.
Li Jianguo first burned two pieces of paper money, then put a bowl of water in front of the table, stood in the center of the bowl with chopsticks in one hand, the middle finger of the index finger of one hand was close to the seal, his eyes were slightly closed, and his mouth read softly, "The emperor and the queen of the earth, each has its own peace, and now there is a descendant Cui Yue here, I don't know how to collide with you, don't blame or complain, please raise your noble hand, and burn paper and incense in the future to show your heart...... Then a long list of names was said, there were old people who had passed away in the Cui family, and there were also deceased people in the neighborhood in the past few years, when the word Huang Juan was read, only a gust of wind hit the house, and the light bulb in the outhouse also flashed, Rao was scary. ”
Li Jianguo opened his eyes suddenly, the hand that was holding the chopsticks before slowly let go at this time, and a strange scene happened, a chopstick stood firmly in the center of the bowl, standing upright, and the water in the bowl gushed without wind, and there were little ripples.
Seeing this scene, Aunt Li, who was peeking on the side, covered her mouth and almost screamed.
When Li Jianguo read a string of names in front of him, the chopsticks in his hand could not stand upright in the bowl, and when he read Huang Juan, the chopsticks finally stood on their own in the bowl, which was considered to have found the crux of the problem. Li Jianguo's heart was also a little fixed, which was consistent with his previous judgment, and sure enough, it was the huge resentment of today's corpse that collided with Cui Yue's body.