Gu Beibei was overjoyed, nodded vigorously, and then said, "I can't bury him today, I can save him." ”

The middle-aged man hung his head and thought for a while, then waved his hand at the funeral procession behind him and shouted, "Go home, I won't do it today." ”

This decision obviously aroused many people's doubts, but this man seemed to be a more important figure in the family, although everyone complained, but no one came forward.

Gu Beibei glanced at Mo Yelang, and the two followed the team to the town.

Wu Gen glanced at Liu Yiyuan, who was trembling, cut it with disdain, and then whispered, "Coward." ”

"Eh, who are you talking about?"

"Whoever speaks whom."

"Don't go too far!"

"Huh."

The four of them followed the middle-aged man to the child's door.

Two white lanterns were hung on the door of his house, and couplets were pasted on both sides.

The whole house revealed a lifeless smell.

Before the middle-aged man went in, he admonished: "My brother and sister have lost their beloved son, and they may be more emotionally excited..."

Gu Beibei nodded: "I understand." ”

Hearing this reply, the middle-aged man pushed the door open.

The courtyard was filled with funeral items such as wreaths and paper figures, and the middle-aged man waved behind him, and the four people carrying the coffin put the coffin back in the courtyard.

At this time, a man came out of the house, looking five points similar to this middle-aged man, his eyes were red, and he should have just cried.

He looked at the movements of several people in confusion and asked, "Brother, what's going on?" ”

The middle-aged man glanced at Gu Beibei and sighed, what Gu Beibei said, it was like this, he couldn't say it anyway.

He pointed to Gu Beibei behind him and said, "Let's go in and let her tell you what's going on." ”

Gu Beibei has been observing the corners of this courtyard since he came in just now.

She wanted to see if the child's soul was hiding at home, but when she looked around, she didn't see a trace of the soul.

As soon as she entered, she had already seen a thin layer of limestone sprinkled on the doorway where the man had come out.

This is supposed to be the custom of this place, and generally on the night of the first seven, the ghost will return home for the last time, and the family should avoid it.

It is common to set up a meal and sprinkle lime on the doorway, and if the ghost returns, there will be footprints on the limestone soil at the door.

Now, it has passed the first seven, and the limestone has been trampled several times, and there is nothing to be seen.

Gu Beibei glanced at the hesitant man standing at the door and said, "What I want to say is related to your son." ”

The man at the door looked up at Gu Beibei when he heard this, then turned sideways and motioned for them to come in.

The light in the room was very dim, and there was a strong smell of Chinese medicine, Gu Beibei covered her nose, it was not that she didn't like to smell this smell, but this strong smell of Chinese medicine affected her judgment.

She had just looked around the yard and didn't find anything out of the ordinary, but now it seemed that there was nothing wrong with the house.

The child's soul is not at home.

Mo Yelang consciously found the sofa and sat down, his innate temperament caused him to sit in the president's office no matter where he sit.

Maybe that's one of the reasons why it's easier for others to believe what he says.

Middle-aged man fingers

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Pointing to his younger brother, he introduced: "This is my younger brother Zhao Dong." ”

When Zhao Dong heard this, he sat opposite Mo Yelang and Gu Beibei with a dejected face, he lowered his head, and his speech was weak, and asked, "Say what you want to say." ”

Gu Beibei glanced at Mo Yelang, and then said, "It's such an uncle, your child is not dead." ”

Zhao Dong didn't react when he heard this, and after a long time, he heard a wry smile from him: "I also hope that Xiaoguang is not dead..."

After saying half a sentence, Zhao Dong covered his face and cried bitterly.

Wu Gen was a little impatient, this kind of thing talking, the efficiency was inevitably a little too slow, this was not his Wu Gen's consistent style of doing things.

He was standing behind Gu Beibei, and as soon as he wanted to come out and say a few words, he was stopped by Gu Beibei.

Gu Beibei shook her head at Wu Gen, she turned back to Zhao Dong and asked, "Uncle, can you still remember the day of the first seven?" ”

Zhao Dong calmed down for a while before he put down the hand covering his face, his expression was a little defeated, and then he nodded slowly.

Gu Beibei then asked, "That night, were there footprints on the limestone soil at the door?" ”

Zhao Dong was stunned for a few seconds, as if he was reminiscing, and then shook his head and said, "No." ”

"That's right if you don't, because your child isn't dead."

Zhao Dong still didn't react, Gu Beibei knew in his heart that it was indeed difficult for Zhao Dong to believe such a few fluttering words.

She stood up and said to Wu Gen, "Wu Gen, go and close the curtains." ”

Wu Gen instantly understood what Gu Beibei wanted to do, and quickly walked to the window and closed the curtain with a bang.

Yes, she wants to summon spirits, she wants to summon Xiaoguang's soul back, so that Zhao Dong can believe that his child is indeed not dead.

Whether it is to die with resentment, with hatred, or to die a normal death.

Their souls will wander in the world for a long time, and home has become the last hub between them and the world.

This place is full of the breath of the deceased, and the success rate is extremely high when the spirits are summoned here.

Gu Beibei looked at Zhao Dong and asked, "Is there any Xiaoguang's hair, or something that he often carried on his body before his death?" ”

After thinking for a while, Zhao Dong approached the bedroom and took out a small bag, which was filled with a few thin yellow hairs.

Gu Beibei's eyes lit up instantly: "Fetal hair!" ”

If there was such a thing in the soul conjuring array, there would be no soul that she couldn't summon.

She continued, "What is Hikari's name?" ”

Zhao Dong replied: "It's called Zhao Guang." ”

Gu Beibei nodded, took the fetal hair, she bit her fingers, used her hand as a pen, and drew it on the ground one by one.

It was supposed to be made with a pen of cinnabar, but those things were still in the car, and Gu Beibei couldn't wait.

And the effect of drawing a formation with blood is stronger, the child's soul is not at home, if he uses an ordinary formation, it is very likely that he will not be able to recruit it back.

Wu Gen looked at Gu Beibei and drew the formation seriously, and his heart was shocked.

I used to think that this little girl was talented, but I didn't expect her strength to be so strong.

He felt from the bottom of his heart that if he was two pairs, he would never be Gu Beibei's opponent.

The Spiritualist Array is not such a difficult formation, but it is not an easy task to draw it to perfection.

This formation is like a bridge that connects the living with the dead.

And every stroke drawn by the Xiangshi is like reinforcing this bridge, and only a strong enough bridge can bring back the souls of the dead

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Therefore, the conjuring array is easy to draw, but it is difficult to conjuring the soul.

After Gu Beibei finished drawing the formation, a layer of fine sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

Everyone in the room was silent, and looked at Gu Beibei quietly, and the two Zhao Dong brothers, who didn't believe much in this matter, also looked at Gu Beibei's soul conjuring array at this moment.

There was a sense of anticipation in my heart, maybe, just like this girl said, Xiaoguang didn't die?

Gu Beibei sat cross-legged in the middle of the conjuring array, pinched out a trick with both hands, and recited words in his mouth: "Wandering souls, where to stay, the three souls are coming, the seven spirits are coming, and Zhao Guang's soul is returning." ”

I read it several times in a row, and finally after the seventh time, there was a little reaction outside the house.

The windows that had been closed began to rattle, and there seemed to be a gust of evil wind outside.

The wind blew through the windows and curtains into the house, and the temperature in the house dropped several degrees Celsius.

Wu Gen and Mo Yelang didn't react, one of them was doing this business, and the other was righteous, so they weren't afraid.

Only Liu Yiyuan, trembling and hugging his arms, he felt that the room was getting more and more gloomy.

Suddenly, a gust of wind came, as if someone had blown a gentle breath on the back of his neck.

Liu Yiyuan turned his head slowly, and behind him, who was originally empty, there was a young child standing at this moment.

He recalled the dark light at the front of the funeral procession, and he said tremblingly: "Little... Small... Light? ”

The young man nodded and took a small step forward, Liu Yiyuan's eyes darkened, and he fainted.

Gu Beibei, who was sitting in the formation, opened his eyes, stared in Liu Yiyuan's direction, and said, "Xiaoguang is back." ”

Zhao Dong stood up when he heard this, and asked, "Where is Xiaoguang?" ”

Gu Beibei frowned and said, "Attached to him." ”

Everyone looked at Gu Beibei's fingertips, and their eyes stayed on Liu Yiyuan, who was nesting in the corner.

The conjuring of spirits is formed, and the deceased does not appear in front of the living in the form of a soul, but through this way of possession, to convey what they want to express to the surviving person.

Liu Yiyuan still nested in the corner, motionless.

Everyone didn't say anything, and suddenly, Liu Yiyuan, who had fainted, slowly raised his head, he was obviously almost thirty years old, and an expression suddenly appeared on his face that only young children can appear.

His mouth was deflated, and the next second he burst into tears.

Liu Yiyuan... No, this time it should be said, Xiaoguang.

Xiaoguang cried and threw himself at Zhao Dong, he sobbed and called, "Dad..."

Liu Dong obviously didn't believe it, and his body unconsciously shrank back a little.

Wu Gen silently took out his mobile phone and quietly recorded this extremely impactful scene.

Gu Beibei asked, "Xiaoguang, where are you these days?" ”

"In the reservoir at the east end of the town, my father doesn't come to me, I'm so cold..."

Hearing this, Liu Dong's face changed slightly, Xiaoguang was indeed after returning from the reservoir, and the whole person was not good.

He trembled his lips and said, "Xiaoguang, do you remember what your mother said to you before you went out?" ”

Xiaoguang nodded and said, "I remember, my mother said that I should make my favorite braised pork in the afternoon and let me go home early." ”

Liu Dong's expression finally began to disintegrate, he hugged Xiaoguang into his arms, and cried: "Why don't you listen to your mother, why don't you listen to your mother..."

Xiaoguang didn't know where he was, and he also cried, and anyone who saw this scene would be moved.

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