On the road, the young man introduced himself, named Wang Miao, a sophomore at Donghai Medical University.

Due to the death of a relative in his family, he had to take leave and rush back.

Unexpectedly, I accidentally missed the shuttle back to the village.

The shuttle bus from the county seat to and from the village only runs once a day, but the relatives will be funeral the next day.

In a hurry, there was a scene where Wang Miao stopped us before.

After leaving the county seat, we drove for more than three hours before we arrived at Daguo Village, where Wang Miao lived.

At this time, the sky was overcast and dark clouds, and it seemed that a heavy rain was brewing.

At this point, it's unwise to keep going.

Fortunately, Wang Miao learned about the favor and invited us to stay at his house for a while, and it was not too late to leave the next day.

We readily agreed, so we turned around and drove into the village.

When I first saw Dacauldron Village, my first impression was only one word-

Poor!

As for second impressions, it's just too poor here.

It is surrounded by mountains on three sides, and the only dirt road into the village is that you can't even drive in.

Eventually, we had to park outside the village and walk into the village.

It is a small village with less than 100 households.

Most of the houses in the village are brick houses, and some of them are even old mud houses, which are low and dark.

Most of the people who live here have the surname Wang, and they have been living here for almost 100 years, and it is said that they fled here to escape the war.

Today, most of the young people in the village have gone out to work, and the rest of the village are old and weak women and children.

However, what surprised me even more was that Wang Miao's father was still the head of this village, and he was also the first college student in this village to be admitted to university.

When the pride of the village returned to the village, many relatives naturally came out to greet them, and for a while, the originally quiet mountain village became full of laughter.

Wang Miao called us his friends and asked him to pack up a spacious room for us to rest.

Then, after he gave an explanation, he hurried to the house of his deceased relatives to offer condolences.

Uncle Ma and I had nothing to do, and after hastily eating some meals sent by Wang Miao's family, we were ready to rest.

Soon the sky began to rain.

In the middle of the night, the rain became heavier and heavier, and even began to be accompanied by a dull thundering sound, turning into a torrential rain.

The house we were in was so old that it was pouring rain and it was leaking everywhere.

As a last resort, I had to wake up from my meditative state and start looking for something to catch the rain.

At this time, I faintly heard the dog next door barking fiercely.

At the same time, the dogs in the entire Cauldron Village began to bark inexplicably.

But the thunder was so loud that it masked the howling of the dogs.

It was destined to be an unsettling night.

However, something even more disturbing happened early the next morning.

The next day, after the rain, the sky was clear and blue.

The smell of moist earth was still faintly in the air, which couldn't help but make people feel refreshed, and the haze of last night was swept away in an instant.

However, it was such a good weather after the rain, but a shocking news suddenly came out of the village:

The body of Mrs. Ge, who was originally going to be funeral today, is gone!

Mrs. Ge is the relative who died as Wang Miao said.

However, how can a person who is obviously dead disappear mysteriously?

Uncle Ma and I looked at each other.

I can't help but feel a hint of weirdness in each other's eyes.

We decided to postpone our departure and investigate this incredible "corpse trace case" first.

After passing through a muddy alley, we finally found the place where the incident occurred, Mrs. Ge's house.

It has been surrounded by people in the village who are watching the excitement in the third floor and three layers outside.

The two of us finally squeezed into the yard, and happened to see Wang Miao's parents who were still wiping their tears.

Speaking of Wang Miao, we haven't seen him since he went to Mrs. Ge's house yesterday to offer condolences.

When I asked, I found out that Wang Miao was actually sick!

"How is this possible! When he came yesterday, he was fine, why did he suddenly fall ill after one night? ”

I couldn't help but ask the guys.

The crowd couldn't say why, and they began to talk about it.

I learned from their words that Wang Miao was found fainting in the courtyard this morning.

At the same time, the body of Mrs. Ge parked in the mourning hall was also gone.

I frowned, vaguely feeling that there seemed to be a big correlation between the two.

So, I quickly exchanged glances with Uncle Ma, who was also reborn together, and followed Wang Miao's parents to the West House.

I saw that Wang Miao was in a semi-comatose state, lying on the bed with a pale face.

Uncle Ma claimed to have learned some medical skills and stepped forward to check on Wang Miao's condition.

He pulled Wang Miao's left hand to check the pulse, and then rolled his eyelids.

His eyes are hollow, the whites of his eyes are turned up, and he is completely in a state of distraction.

Finally, Uncle Ma touched his forehead again, sighed and said:

"This kid has lost his soul."

Lost your soul?!

I immediately remembered the record of the soul in "Maoshan Ghost Chronicles":

Man is made up of two parts: physical and spiritual.

The so-called spirit actually refers to the soul.

As the saying goes, the three souls and seven spirits are people, and those who are not complete and incomplete are ghosts.

The three souls are, the heavenly soul, the earth soul, and the life soul.

The seven spirits are, one is the heavenly chong, the second is the wisdom, the third is the qi, the four are the force, the five are the center, the six are the essence, and the seven are the Ying.

Generally speaking, among the three souls, the two souls of heaven and earth are always outside, and only the soul of life lives alone.

The three souls of heaven and earth do not often meet together.

And among the seven spirits, there are two heavenly spirits, two earth spirits, and three human spirits.

These seven spirits, corresponding to yin and yang, are never separated, and are always attached to the human body.

As for losing souls, there are many reasons.

There are personal factors, such as being weak and sick since childhood, being light in eight characters, and having strong yin qi, which can easily cause soul loss.

There are also external causes, such as fright, soul snatching, or being in a strong magnetic field.

Once a person loses some of his soul, he will become delirious, unconscious, and sick.

If the soul is lost too much, after a long time, it will be in great danger and even face death.

According to Uncle Ma's diagnosis, Wang Miao was obviously lost from being overly frightened.

Since the soul has not been lost for a long time, Wang Miao's soul should be nearby.

Therefore, as long as the spirit conjuring is carried out immediately, Wang Miao still has hope of recovery.

As soon as they heard that they lost their souls because of fright, Wang Miao's parents were immediately frightened.

In addition, the village is located in a remote area, and the villagers are still very superstitious about ghosts and gods.

I saw that everyone once mistook Uncle Ma for a magic stick, so I stepped forward and whispered to him:

"Are you sure? I remember that "Maoshan Ghost Chronicles" said that the spiritualist ritual must be activated by using a spiritualist charm, but you ......"

Seeing Uncle Ma's face change slightly, I couldn't go on.

Uncle Ma himself had never cultivated qi, let alone cast spells.

I know it's about his death.

He glanced at me with an unkind face, and scolded in a low voice:

"Less nonsense, Lao Tzu can't do it, isn't there still you? Just take this opportunity to test your kid's cultivation results during this time. ”