"Ghost woman? What the hell? Uncle Man Tsai asked.

Wen Zai's grandmother did not explain, and her face was extremely ugly. Mr. Chen also frowned, as if if it was really a ghost woman, things would be difficult to do.

"Why do you think it's a ghost woman? What the hell is this ghost? I couldn't help but ask.

Mr. Chen glanced at me and didn't say anything, but said, "No one knows what is going on, don't guess - you first prepare something according to what I say, and do what I say tonight." ”

I am more and more concerned about what this ghost woman is, why whether it is grandpa, the villagers, or Wenzai's grandmother and this murmuring guy, they are all secretive and reluctant to mention it.

At night, according to Mr. Chen's instructions, the parents of the child's accident burned incense and candles at the door of the house and prepared a piece of clothing that the child wore. The method of screaming is to slap the child's clothes and call out the child's name at the same time, so that the lost soul can be brought back.

Since the children are playing a game together, a lost soul, they must shout together.

The news of these families has spread in the urban villages, and some good young people have come to see them, but they have all been called away by the older generation, and they have closed their doors one after another. Usually not a lively place, completely uninhabited, empty.

When the time came, Mr. Chen's gongs and drums were beaten, and several families immediately slapped their clothes and shouted in high or low voices. Echoing throughout the urban village, the aftermath is bursting, the ups and downs, and it is endless.

The candlelight was faint, the shouts were everywhere, and the smell of incense and candles permeated the night.

Originally, the people who were still watching the excitement from the upstairs window closed the windows one after another, and everything was fine.

Only Uncle Wenzai's family guarded the unconscious nest and sighed. Wen Tsai's grandmother sat on the edge of the small nest bed, restless, muttering to herself, probably the blessing of the Bodhisattva, the blessing of the ancestors, and the like. Ever since she guessed that it was a ghost woman, her expression was very wrong.

I stood by the window, looking at the empty streets outside, and said to myself, I would rather believe it than believe it, and I am an atheist, and when I really encounter these things, it becomes more than less.

"You think it really works?" Wen Tsai asked.

"If it doesn't work, the old man will be finished." I say.

"Why?"

"It's so big, if it's useless, can these parents let him go?" I hope that it is useless, if it is useless, it means that this old man Chen is a god stick nine times out of ten, then my thirteen-day limit cannot be taken seriously.

But the talisman paper placed against my chest and emitting a cool breath told me that nine times out of ten it would work.

This old man Chen has more or less ability, but I can't accept my death announcement and don't want to take it seriously.

The figure of a child appeared on the street corner, with a tiger's head and a tiger's brain, it was the child who sang Cantonese opera Hua Dan that night!

I opened my eyes wide and looked closely, and it was still there! It's not that I'm dazzled!

"Wen Zai, look!" I quickly patted Wen Tsai and said softly.

"What for?" Wen Tsai looked in my direction suspiciously, and his eyes widened.

He can see it too, so it means that it really exists, and it is not my hallucination!

With one shout after another, more and more figures appeared, all of them were children who had had an accident, their bodies were translucent, and they looked light and fluttering, as if they would disperse when the wind blew.

Wen Tsai and I leaned against the window and were shocked, although I had experienced similar things when I was a child, but at that time I was still young, and it always felt like a dream.

Those children walked leisurely on the streets, well-behaved and quiet. Scattered along with the voices of shouting.

The tiger-headed child and two or three children walked in front of Wen Zai's grandmother's house, and Wen Tsai and I looked straight in our eyes, and we didn't dare to come out.

The tiger-headed little ghost's home was not far away, and he saw him quietly walking to his parents who were calling, and his parents were still beating their clothes and shouting at the top of their throats as if they didn't see him: "Dong Guangcheng!" Dong Guangcheng! Dong Guangcheng! ”

He disappeared in shape.

It lasted for more than half an hour, only one gong and drum sounded, and the shouting stopped abruptly. This is the end of the shouting.

Dong Guangcheng's parents hurriedly ran into the house to check on the child's condition.

Wen Tsai and I also rushed out of the house and ran to Dong Guangcheng's house. It didn't matter whether people liked it or not, they went straight into the house.

"O old fairy! What an old fairy! ”

"Thank goodness! Bodhisattva bless! It's finally all right! ”

As soon as they entered the house, they heard the voices of two people rejoicing.

When I walked into the room, I saw that the little ghost spirit with a tiger head and a tiger brain was completely devoid of the delirious feeling before.

Wen Zai and I couldn't help but step forward and touch his forehead, and the two of us didn't stop it. The forehead is still a little hot, but it has eased a lot, and there is a noticeable improvement.

This is truly godly!

When I returned to Wen Zai's grandmother's house, the parents came over one after another to thank Mr. Chen. It looks like they've all recovered.

"In the next month, you must pay attention, you can't play a game of summoning ghosts and gods, and you can't go to places with heavy yin qi, otherwise you are likely to lose your soul again." Mr. Chen said.

Parents nodded their heads and said they would comply.

The other children's affairs are settled, and the next thing is the nest.

When they came to the room of the nest, the uncle and the others frowned.

"Sir, what's wrong with my little nest?" The eldest aunt cried and cried.

Old man Chen sat on the edge of the bed and sighed: "This child's condition is more serious than that of other children, he is not losing his soul, but he is entangled by the summoned ghosts, if you want to save him, you must send the summoned ghosts away." ”

"How do you send this?" Uncle Wen Tsai asked.

"If it is an ordinary lonely ghost and a wild ghost, just burn some paper money and offer tribute, but this is a fierce ghost who died unjustly, if you want to send it away, it is not such a simple matter, you can only invite him and talk about the conditions."

"Talking about conditions, how do you talk about this?"

"This ghost was originally recruited, and unlike ordinary lonely ghosts, it will not appear easily, so it has to find a medium to communicate within."

"A medium of communication?" The eldest aunt doesn't know why.

Old man Chen looked at me, I turned my head to look around, and made sure that he was looking at me, and had a vague bad premonition: "What are you looking at me for?" ”

You can't see that my time is short, so you want me to go down and pass on to them in advance!

"I need you to do me a favor and serve as a medium of communication."

I smiled bitterly: "It's not that I'm not happy, it's just that you see, I'm already a person who is going to die, and I'm still tossing this experience, you still let me see the world a few more times, change people, you see this kid is good, his body is tough, and he is healthier than anyone else." ”

I said and pointed to Wen Tsai.