Shen Yan took a sip of tea and asked the aunt sitting across the long table, "Auntie, your son is going to die!" ”

As soon as the aunt screamed, she immediately cried.

I secretly kicked Shen Yan and asked her not to make this kind of joke, it's not funny at all, it's a matter of life and death for someone's son. Shen Yan shrugged her shoulders, disapproving, and signaled with her eyes that I was just a small ghost matter, and she didn't bother to participate in it, and after that, she went out.

Grandma comforted the aunt for a while, and the aunt finally stopped crying and told us: "My Xiaoqiang is engaged in music, he used to sing very well, and a large group of fans came to him at home every day to ask him for autographs." ”

I asked my aunt if anything strange had happened in the family some time before her son Xiaoqiang fell ill, or if a relative had passed away. She said no, her son is only 22 years old this year, he is not married, he only has a girlfriend, and the woman's family members are still alive. "Oh, by the way," she suddenly exclaimed, "Xiaoqiang went to Hunan before he got sick, but he came back halfway through, and after he came back, he began to have a high fever every day and talk nonsense. ”

I asked, "Then do you know what he was doing in Hunan?" ”

"I don't know."

"Aren't you going to work or travel? Concerts? I asked, my aunt shook her head, and I continued, "Is that your son's girlfriend from Hunan, and your son went to his mother-in-law's house?" ”

The aunt patted her thigh and replied: "My son's girlfriend is also in Hubei, and his relatives are all in Jingzhou, so I haven't heard of Hunan and still have a relationship." ”

That's strange, why did Xiaoqiang go to Hunan for no reason? Could this be the cause of illness?

These are just my conjectures, and I can't go out right now to see if Xiao Qiang's soul is still in his body, or if there are any ghosts that are haunting him and harming him. So I asked my aunt to go back first, and asked her to observe her son for another night today, and talk to us on the phone tomorrow morning, for example, what nonsense did Xiaoqiang say? In addition, the information on the ticket or air ticket to Hunan is all told to us word for word. If Xiaoqiang's condition has not improved by tomorrow afternoon, he will go to her house.

The aunt left thankfully, leaving behind a large pile of fruit.

Jin Shiyi yelled for food, and Shen Yan beat him, saying that the matter had not been resolved, and he could not use the customer's things indiscriminately. As he spoke, he brought all the fruits to my grandmother's incense room and offered them in front of the yin god, and his movements were even more skillful than when I was a child. It seems that she has fully adapted to the life in front of her.

There is a separate room in my grandmother's house, three meters wide and nine meters long, which is the size required by the old immortals of the Yin Hall, and the gods are enshrined here. On both sides of the room were hung red cloths, large pieces of which had been sent by people who had been cured before. On a wooden cabinet to the southeast of the room, there is a shrine, which is the deity seat of the turntable. The shrine is a special horizontal rectangular wooden pavilion covered with a semicircular arch-like frame made of bamboo, and there is no door, only a red cloth on the top, and the statues of the gods are placed inside.

There are about 30 statues, all of which are carved from mahogany, inlaid with gold powder, and each bottle is about half a meter high. The shape and appearance are different, some of them are big horses, some are holding jade Ruyi, the shape is more exaggerated, they represent the title of each god.

Every day when my grandmother fell asleep, she had to burn incense as a wash.

If a Hakka comes to the door to ask for help, the grandmother will first tell the story in front of the statue of the god, and then throw a hexagram in front of the god to ask for divination, and at night she will dream about the process and solution of the thing she is asking for.

This is the yin, a very magical force.

I looked at the statue in the shrine when my grandmother hurried in and called out to me. I was taken aback, so I coquettishly asked my grandmother to help me suppress my soul. My grandmother didn't coax me like before, but just said to me very seriously: "First year of junior high school, don't come here if you have nothing to do in the future." ”。

"Why?" I asked.

Continue to do in-depth research on the deity bits.

"Don't look any further, good, go out, eat." My grandmother reached out to cover my eyes, but I was taller than her, and I could still see the shrine between her fingers. I found that at the end of all the statues, there was a very out of place statue. It was a statue of a god who could not be seen male or female, with clear eyebrows and handsome eyes, dressed in strange clothes, wearing a black jade crown on his head, holding a short black knife in his hand, and standing still with a majestic face. It is said that it is a male god, but it has a bit of femininity, saying that it is a goddess spirit, but it is extremely masculine.

"On the first day of junior high school," my grandmother suddenly hit me when I wanted to take a closer look, "There are some things that it is better to not know than to know." ”

I scratched my head, listening to my grandmother's words, how could I feel so familiar. I didn't think much about it at the time, so I went out with my grandmother. It's just that I carefully wrote down the appearance of the short knife, as well as the owner of the short knife. - Because that person's temperament is too similar to Shen Yan, no! It's also like Jin Shiyi! Not right either! That person seemed to be a combination of Shen Yan and Jin Shiyi.

Could it be a statue of the two of them?

How could they have a statue of a god placed in the mouth of their grandmother's hall?

I didn't find it before, I think it was made recently.

I walked to my room, and when I walked to the hall, I heard a voice in the courtyard, it was the voice of Shen Yan and Jin Shiyi, as if they were arguing over something. I was curious, and when I walked over, they immediately stopped talking, looked at me and smiled, asked me why I ran to the yard, it was not good to blow the wind, and then urged me to go back to the house.

Suddenly, I found that one of the three fires on Shen Yan and Jin Shiyi's bodies was missing, and all that was missing was the fire on the right shoulder.

Have you ever heard of three fires on a person's body, one on the top of the head and one on both shoulders? If something dirty comes close, it will first attract your attention from behind, and when you turn around, it will extinguish the fire on your shoulder and cause you harm. When the fire above your head is extinguished, your seal hall will turn black, and it will have the opportunity to disturb your mind and thus control your body. That's why people often say, 'If the hall is black, there will be a great disaster.'"

These three fire people are indispensable, and without a fire, people are like losing their souls, and they are easily confused by ghosts and lose their minds. However, I asked Jin Shiyi and Shen Yan a lot of questions that day, and their answers were very clear, they didn't look like they were fascinated by ghosts, and I didn't see anything unclean pestering them, besides, they were coffin children, and ordinary ghosts didn't dare to haunt them! Therefore, I conclude that during my "suspended animation", the two of them must have made some sacrifice for me and Lingzheng, so that the three fires were incomplete.

It may be that he made a deal with someone with his soul.

They refused to tell me, because they were afraid that they would feel guilty if I found out, or that they might be in danger again if they snatched their souls back. - The souls must definitely come back, but I will never tell them that I have seen some clues, and it is not too late to help them find the three fires when they understand the cause of the incident.

Usually people lose their souls, and their reactions seem to be a little slow, or their IQ is a little down.

However, Shen Yan and Jin Shiyi looked no different from before, so I was more and more uncertain about this one, so it was better to wait for Lingzheng to wake up and ask him what he thought.

As soon as I returned to the house and sat down, Yan Xiangci came, carrying a large bag of fruit and a bouquet of flowers.

Yan Xiangci put his things on the big wooden table in the hall, said hello to me from afar, said that he was awake, and then turned around and knocked on the door of King Ling's tomb room. King Ling's tomb opened the door, and when he saw that it was Yan Xiangci, he was quite surprised, Yan Xiangci grabbed the shoulders of King Ling's tomb, and pushed King Ling's tomb into the room at the moment when King Ling's tomb was stunned. After that, I only heard the cursing sound of King Ling's tomb, one higher than the other.

Seeing Yan Xiangci's performance, I finally believed that sentence:

When you don't meet true love, you think you're loving a woman. - The matter between Yan Xiangci and King Ling's tomb, if you want to talk about it early, you have to start with the ancestral jade pendant of Yan Xiangci's family.

After King Ling's tomb told me those heartfelt words, I always felt a little sorry for him.

If Yan Xiangci can warm his heart, it would be a good thing.

I took off my shoes, lay down on the bed, and fell asleep in Lingzheng's arms, waking up to dawn. I was in good spirits, and I talked to Lingzheng to myself, asking him when he would come to his senses completely, and I still had a lot of things to do, waiting for him to teach him. While I was chattering, my grandmother came to call me from the other door, saying that yesterday the aunt called, crying and begging me to go to her house, and her son talked nonsense all night last night, and he didn't wake up this morning, no matter how he woke up.

I glanced at the clock on the wall, it was half past nine, and normal people should be awake.

There was no way, Tong Lingzheng whispered for a while, and I took the address given by my aunt and went to my aunt's house.

Shen Yan didn't worry about me, she had to come with me, Jin Shiyi also came, and she scolded her back, "Third Master Ling is still weak now, and he can't do without people, I'll go back as soon as I go with Chuyi, isn't it just a little ghost, don't worry, there's no danger." - Don't cry for me, and then cry and beat you! Jin Shiyi was so frightened that he dodged back, and Shen Yan suddenly smiled brightly, "Okay, okay, don't worry about me, I will protect myself." ”

I was also very reluctant to take Shen Yan there, she was six or seven months old, and it was difficult to walk. But Shen Yan took out a short knife and was anxious with me, saying that if I didn't take her, she would cut off my legs, and in the end I couldn't help it, I was also afraid of Shen Yan, she was ruthless, but she was much more powerful than me.

When we arrived at my aunt's house, Xiaoqiang's girlfriend was wiping Xiaoqiang's face affectionately, so we avoided it.

The aunt's family lives in a small community in Xindi, and the decoration is more elegant, which can be regarded as a well-off home. We sat in the hall, and my aunt told me that her son Xiaoqiang would go to various villages and towns in Hubei every month to hold concerts, and sometimes there would be autograph sessions. In general, he is a country singer, just not yet famous. It can be seen that the aunt is talking about his son's past with a boastful tone.

Most of the young laborers in the township have gone out to work, leaving behind some old people and children, and not many like music. So I reasoned that his son would not have many followers. But young people, it's great to have dreams. The son in the eyes of his mother is naturally the best. So I understand my aunt's feelings when she talks about Xiaoqiang.

I glanced at Xiao Qiang's body just now, and found that his souls were still there, but he seemed to have a few more souls. That is, there are ghosts haunting him now. I didn't say it, for fear of scaring Xiaoqiang's mother.

The aunt told us that Xiaoqiang has no father. His dad died in a car accident when he was ten years old, which means that he has been dead for twelve years.

I held the half-used train ticket in my hand and guessed the cause of Xiaoqiang's accident and the solution.

This is a train from Wuhan to Changsha, with hard seats, and I can't see any difference from other train tickets. I was discussing with Shen Yan whether to call my grandmother and ask if Lingzheng was awake, Xiaoqiang's girlfriend came out and said that she knew something that might be related to Xiaoqiang's coma.

At first, when I entered the house, I only took a cursory look at the girl, but now I look closely at the shawl and broken hair, which is not very characteristic, not good-looking or ugly, at most delicate. I don't know how such an ordinary girl could become the girlfriend of Xiaoqiang, the 'singer'.

Her name is Juan'er, and she told me that she knows about the train ticket. At that time, Xiaoqiang told her the whole thing, but because everyone didn't think about the supernatural, they didn't pay much attention to it. Now that we're here, she remembered that there was such a play.