Chapter 234: See the Dustpan Again

"What's wrong with you?" Wen Sazi, who walked to the door, heard my shout, took back his legs, looked at me suspiciously, and asked. He put his hand on my forehead to see if I was talking nonsense. I opened Wen Sazi's hand.

"It's not a ghost doctor!" I shouted as I pointed to the face with its eyes, nose and mouth squeezed together. And this ugly face faced me strangely coldly, without a trace of panic. This surprised me very much.

Am I guessing wrong? For a moment I was a little flustered and doubted my own judgment.

"It's not a ghost doctor? So what is it? Wen Sazi asked rhetorically. Although he didn't think what I said was true, he was already starting to get scared.

The ghost doctor also looked at me stunned, as if innocent of my sudden suspicion of its authenticity. Grandpa also looked at me, and his eyes encouraged me to give a reasonable explanation. At the same time, my grandfather's eyes told me that although I hadn't said the reason yet, he had believed me. Immediately, my self-confidence was full and I completely abandoned my doubts about myself.

I rubbed my temples and said, "First of all, what it says is false. It said it was called by the old man who made the spirit house. The old man has not yet been buried, the Taoist priest's transcendent ritual has not yet been completed, and his old man's soul is still in the flesh, so it is impossible to meet it and call it to help his grandfather heal. It will not be reincarnated early as it says. It says this because it is afraid that we will ask why the old man's soul does not come with it. Even if the old man is buried, the old man's soul will come back to see it on the seventh soul night, and it is impossible to be reincarnated so early. Secondly, ghosts who are afraid of sharp instruments are generally underage ghosts. When a person dies before he reaches adulthood, he cannot possess great medical skills. It was also a lie to say that it was going to see grandpa. ”

"You mean, it's a ghost who died young? Didn't it come to see Master Ma? Wen Sazi asked in surprise, his eyes glaring like a lantern for the New Year.

I replied confidently, "If it's not pretending to be afraid of the scissors in your hand, I'm sure it's an underage ghost." Because generally only underage imps are afraid of these things. "It is said in "Hundred Arts" that although sharp things such as scissors, needles, and stabs do not play a substantial role in underage ghosts, underage ghosts are still more afraid of these things. This may be the reason why their parents warned them to stay away from sharp objects when they were alive, causing them to remain scared even after they die. As I spoke, I noticed the change in the ghost doctor's expression out of the corner of my eye, but it didn't react to my words like a stone sculpture.

Wen Sazi slapped his face and shouted, "Yes." How come I didn't think of it? Master Ma, why didn't you think of it? ”

Grandpa smiled faintly. Wen Sazi didn't understand the meaning of Grandpa's laughter, and I didn't understand either.

Wen Sazi turned to the ghost doctor and shouted, "Who are you?" No, what the hell are you? Since you dare to come to harm Master Ma? ”

The ghost doctor's expression was as indifferent as that of his grandfather, and a contemptuous smile pulled into the corner of his mouth.

Wen Sazi threatened: "Mr. Yimoku was driven away by me just now, we are not afraid of you!" Other ghosts will walk around Master Ma when they see it, and you dare to send it to the door! Hurry up, what the hell are you! Wen Sazi's spit squirted in its face.

Strangely enough, it was indifferent. If it's Mr. Ichimoku, he will quickly disappear without a trace as soon as he hears someone call out their name. Not only was it not afraid that I would see through its disguise, but it looked at me indifferently, at Wen Sazi, and then at Grandpa.

Although Wen Sazi spoke with sufficient confidence, when the ghost doctor saw him, he was so frightened that he hurriedly retreated to the door, holding on to the door frame, and a muscle on his face twitched.

"Liang Zai is right, it was not called by the old man, you don't need to see if it is afraid of sharp things, just by this immature lie, I know that it is a ghost who died young, not an adult ghost." Grandpa still kept the smile on his face.

"So, who is it? No, no, what the hell is it? Wen Sazi asked, grabbing the door frame with both hands. His feet kept lifting and lowering, as if he was in a hurry to urinate.

"You're a coop ghost. You've finally come to me for revenge. Grandpa's eyes were like candles, shining on this double wooden monster with crutches that did not look like crutches, and stilts did not look like stilts.

"Is it a dustpan ghost?"

This time it wasn't just Wen Sazi, I also took a deep breath of cold air!

It's actually a dustpan ghost? Although I saw through the identity of its fake ghost doctor, I still didn't have any psychological defense against it.

I still remember the scene when Grandpa nailed bamboo nails to imprison the ghost, and I knew for a long time that it would come to Grandpa for revenge. I still remember the scene of me and my grandfather fighting wits and courage with the ghost in the ghost nest, and when my grandfather struck the last bamboo nail, the bamboo nail not only did not enter the land, but rose up a little. Later, I pulled out a bamboo nail at the other end of the ghost's grave, and then struck with my grandfather to get the confinement in place. At that time, I had a bad premonition, but I was worried that my grandfather would laugh at me for being timid, so I never mentioned it again.

Later, the spores that were implanted in the moon season encountered the ghost of the dustpan, and the moon season dream told me. Because my grandfather was dealing with the ghost prostitute wholeheartedly, I didn't tell my grandfather again.

Later, I carefully checked the place where "Hundred Techniques Exorcism" was separated, and the content of the ghost was just divided into two halves. Grandpa did as required by the first half, but omitted the warning of the second half. That is, after the bamboo nail nails nail the ghost of the basket, the blood of the rooster is poured on the tombstone, and then three catties and three taels of paper money are burned. "Baishu Exorcism" explains that drenching the blood of a rooster can suppress the ghost of the basket, and burning three catties and three taels of paper money is to appease it, which is called hitting with one hand and touching with one hand.

If this is not the case, the ghost can only be temporarily imprisoned. When the bamboo nails are loose or rotten, the ghost can get rid of the bamboo nails.

The escaped ghost will be even more resentful than the original, and such a ghost will be more difficult to deal with. Its strength is ten times greater, and it will take revenge on those who imprisoned it back then.

Now, taking advantage of the serious backlash against his grandfather, the ghost is back. The timing couldn't have been better.

However, it was not like the one I had known before.