Ten minutes after Uncle Jian drank the medicine, he said that his calves began to have a fever, and tens of thousands of ants gnawed on the bones, which was painful and itchy, and he kept tossing and turning on the hospital bed.

The director and I were worried about something going wrong, so we rushed to the hospital immediately.

When I went to the hospital, I was suppressed by a group of nurses and doctors, and finally I became more and more crazy, and I had to take anesthesia, which scared us enough, if this home remedy killed people, how to explain it to his family?

It wasn't until the doctor said that Uncle Jian was okay that the director was relieved to go back to school.

I waited in the hospital for him to wake up.

I waited until the evening, and the school didn't come back.

But Uncle Jian still didn't wake up after the anesthetic time.

There were a lot of sick and hospitalized people that day.

There is no place to sit in the corridor.

I couldn't stand it until midnight, tired and sleepy, so I wanted to take a nap on the garden bench downstairs in the hospital. As soon as I lay down, I felt very depressed, but I couldn't say that there was anything wrong, and from time to time I heard a little movement from the flower belt, and turned my head to look over, but I didn't find anything.

I didn't think much about it at the time, I thought it was a mouse.

I was so tired that I fell asleep all at once.

I don't know how long I slept, but I just felt my head tight.

It seems that there is an invisible force squeezing me, unspeakably uncomfortable, my meaning is beginning to be clear, but I just can't move, I can't even open my eyes.

There was a sudden chuckle in my heart.

Ghost press?

It was the first thought that popped into my head.

When I think about it, I struggle desperately with this bondage.

No matter how hard you try, you can't break free.

suffered, the portrait of Master Fu, who was only worried about Uncle Jian at the time, left too quickly and fell in the dormitory when he was sent to the hospital.

When I was a child, I had a ghost press, but as soon as my consciousness was clear, I was able to move quickly.

But this time was different.

I could feel more than one pressing on me.

Started to get scared, and the pressure got heavier and heavier.

It's hard to even breathe.

Then something horrified me happened.

After struggling for a while, I suddenly saw some strange black shadows, one by one, many of them, a few pressed themselves, and the others gathered around the bench to watch.

To my surprise, I saw it.

But I feel that my eyes are closed.

Because I'm still under that pressure, I can't keep my eyes open.

I didn't open my eyes, but I saw so many dark shadows.

Even I thought I was dead.

But when I thought I was dead, it was strange.

I didn't have any fear in my heart, I was just angry.

I didn't have a girlfriend, I didn't honor my father, I died in a mess, I was very angry, and I was so angry that I wanted to beat them up.

I don't know where the strength came from, and suddenly punched out.

But nothing hit.

Then I felt someone grab my wrist, and almost at the same time, I was suddenly able to open my eyes.

What caught my eye was a man with a disheveled head.

That's right, it's Mr. Feng!

Where did he go and where did he come from?

Mr. Feng seems to have changed a little, but he is in good spirits.

Those two big black pupils were still bright and transparent.

He let go of my hand and drew a pattern on the ground with red powder, which I did a few times later, but it didn't look as good as him.

When I'm done, I'm able to move.

He asked me if I was afraid.

I said no.

It's really not bragging, I thought I had died once.

People who have died, what else is there to be afraid of?

He said he wasn't afraid, so he helped.

Threw a handful of red threads to me, there was a strange smell on it, and I put it under my nose and smelled it, Mr. Feng looked back and said that it was dyed with blood, does it smell good?

I was disgusted, and I wanted to throw it away, but I didn't dare to throw it away.

Mr. Feng asked me to give him the other end of the red rope, and circled it along the long stone bench, and after encircling it, I felt that there was another end there, so I extended the red line outward.

He saw my behavior and said yes.

After waiting for a few minutes, Mr. Feng got up and put away the red rope.

Then I went to the hospital building and took a disposable cup with half a glass of water, put a rectangular piece of paper money in it, put it on the bench, looked up and said, it's okay.

It wasn't just a piece of paper, it was aluminum foil.

After doing all this, Mr. Feng got up and walked out of the gate.

Halfway through, he turned around and told me to follow.

I'm wondering, say where to go?

He said I had more important things to do than reading.

What about Uncle Jian, he is still lying in the ward.

Mr. Feng waved his hand and said don't worry.

His leg will get better soon.

Do you want to go back and get the door god in the dormitory?

He also waved his hand and said no.

Mr. Feng seems to know everything, don't look at the time when he was not stupid before, he always put on a stinky face, but now he seems to have become much kinder.

As I walked, he asked me if I would like to learn occult art from him.

It's fun to say that occultism.

At that time, I didn't know where to follow him, so I agreed.

In fact, I don't know if this is considered a worship of the teacher.

Mr. Ke Feng is willing to teach me metaphysics.

Along the way, tell me about him all the way.

I know why he is stupid and normal for a while.

He said that in his previous life, he was an errand in the underworld, and he was one of the protégés of the governor of the underworld, but he made a mistake and fell into the six realms of reincarnation, and becoming a fool was just a disguised punishment.

Because when you become stupid, you can see more clearly all kinds of life, dark and cunning, you need to experience it in the yang, whether you can live past the age of twenty-five, it depends on creation.

Therefore, he was born with the talent and ability to exorcise evil spirits.

In the sun, it is called the soul crosser.

And today, it happens to be Mr. Feng's twenty-fifth birthday.

Sounds legendary, doesn't it?

Then I asked him why he was willing to teach me occult arts, and Mr. Feng's answer was even more legendary, saying that he already knew that I was his future apprentice when my father first took me to him a few years ago.

It's meant to be.

From the time I was haunted by lonely ghosts, my father burned paper to complain, the governor of the underworld took office, and then I met Mr. Feng, everything is closely related, and the cycle of cause and effect is very close.

After Mr. Feng said this, he took me into a black car.

I was in the car and I was thinking about the story.

It seems that there are still a lot of problems.

Thinking about it, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, I was already in another small village.

Mr. Feng's residence is at the foot of a mountain road, which is very remote, and there is only one neighbor next to him, an old man who is almost 70 years old, with his little granddaughter, and his children are working in other places.

When I went in, I was shocked.

The door god that was originally placed in the dormitory has been hung on the wall of the room.

Mr. Feng's residence is simple on the outside, and it is simply a grass garden on the inside.

He has been living here for a while since he disappeared.

said it was his home, but in fact, he couldn't stay there.

Because Mr. Feng is reluctant to show his skills in front of outsiders, especially around his home, he generally does not help people nearby.

Mr. Kefeng said that he didn't like to do business, and later learned that he was just playful and couldn't stay at home, and it was precisely because of this that he was punished for making mistakes in the underworld.

We cleaned the inside and out that day.

It's like a place to live.

Later, he didn't let me go home at all, and made a special call to my father, saying that he had accepted me as an apprentice, and his attitude was very resolute, he didn't dare to offend Mr. Feng, so he could only go to school to handle the suspension.

Then I confiscated my phone.

This stay is a month.

In the past month, Mr. Feng has taught me many things.

But I can't remember.

I thought he would scold me, but in fact, Mr. Feng never scolded easily.

I just disdainfully called me stupid and then re-taught.

Mr. Feng is actually a very cheerful person, and every night he tells some strange stories, although most of them are braggartic, but they are very attractive.

I don't remember what day it was, but Mr. Feng suddenly answered the phone.

He listened to it with seriousness.

So much so that I felt like things must be serious.

The place where the accident occurred was in a prefecture-level city dozens of kilometers away, and there was a teahouse, in which there was a mahjong table in each small room, and the boss was a fat man with fat ears and ears.

He invited us upstairs and closed the door.

Said two words that shook my body.

Secret marriage.

Underworld marriage is also a custom that we often hear about with yin marriage.

Not only in rural areas, but also in all parts of the country.

This kind of marriage ceremony for the dead is quite simple to say, that is, when an unmarried man dies, and an unmarried woman is found to be buried together, then they are a couple in the underworld.

This is ridiculous in my eyes.

It doesn't matter if there is a real underworld or not, even if they believe that if one of them goes down to the underworld after death, and the other lingers in the yang world after death, and never even meets each other, what kind of husband and wife are they?

The big fat boss is also a soul crosser.

It is said that he also had the same experience as Mr. Feng, but the difference in the underworld in his previous life was relatively small.

He understands all of this, so looking for Mr. Feng is not for whom to marry her.

Here's the thing.

Although there is this kind of vice of marriage in the local area, they themselves are unwilling to match their daughters who died early to marry them, so some people take the wrong way and smuggle dead bodies from other places.

Sold to those who are married to the yin, the price is very high.

The fat man told us that just two days ago, a man died in a northernmost village, only in his twenties, and he was not married, so his family was planning to marry him, but what if there was no female corpse in the local area?

You can only go and buy it.

This kind of thing has been commonplace, but this time it happened.

I heard that when the female corpse was bought, she had a red rope tied to her feet.

The buyer thought it was unsightly, so he relieved it.

As a result, after the red rope was untied, the dogs of the whole village gathered at the door of this house and roared wildly, although they barked fiercely, but they refused to enter the house.

What's even stranger is that the person who sold the body asks why.

I found that I had long since disappeared.

In desperation, I found a goddess.

She told the family that the female corpse had been killed, and now she was adrift in a foreign land, and she had resentment in her heart, so she asked the family to give a grand burial, otherwise there would be trouble.

The family did as the goddess wanted.

The results really worked.

On the day of the burial, the dogs of the whole village followed the coffin and barked wildly, but as soon as the coffin was put into the ground, these dogs immediately dispersed, and more than 100 dogs of all sizes were gathered at that time, and it was very spectacular when they dispersed.

I thought it was over.

But just three days later, something strange happened.