At this moment, Ms. Cong suddenly burst into tears, Lao Xie and I hurriedly stopped her with our eyes, and her husband also shook her body vigorously and glared at her. But Ms. Cong didn't care at all, and the more she cried, the louder she became. And with shouting. The speed at which Azan Hongban chanted the mantra increased, and Ms. Cong suddenly jumped up, and then her body fell to the ground again, rolling back and forth. I hurriedly went with her husband to arrest her, and Azan's apprentice also stepped forward to help.

Azanhongban waved at us and said a few more words to the effect that we should arrest Ms. Cong. The four big men barely grabbed the emaciated Ms. Cong and dragged her back to Azan and said, "Let her stretch her hand out!" ”

Azan's apprentice and I grabbed Ms. Cong's left arm hard, and Azan took out a sharp and clean knife, and quickly slashed Ms. Cong's palm, blood immediately flowed out, and Azan's apprentice grabbed Ms. Cong's palm and leaned on the corpse. Drops of blood fell on the dried corpse and slowly seeped in. Ms. Cong closed her eyes tightly, her body was arched, and she kept trembling as if she had been electrocuted, and her husband couldn't care about Azan Hongban's warning before, and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with you, Mr. Tian, what's wrong with my wife?" ”

Azan's apprentice motioned for him to whisper, and suddenly I felt a chill around me, like the door of the cold storage was opened, and Ms. Cong's body relaxed, and she collapsed on the ground and did not move. Azan Hongban was still blessing the dried corpse with a mantra, and he also stretched out his five fingers and placed them on top of the head of the dried corpse. It took about another ten minutes. Azan Hongban cut the middle finger of his left hand with a knife and dipped it in blood and wrote several symbols on the back of the dried corpse. Yajin field blood.

I thought that this should be the end of the matter, but I saw that Azan's apprentice came over with some more things, two pieces of red cloth, a light linen cloth, and some white cotton thread. Azan Hongban recited the mantra in his mouth, wrapped two pieces of red cloth around the body and head of the dried corpse respectively, revealing only his face, and then wrapped the white cotton threads around the chest of the dried corpse dozens of times, and tied a strange knot. His apprentice took a long wooden box that had been prepared in advance, and Azan put a light linen cloth on the bottom of the wooden box, and then carried the dried corpse in and covered it. Reaching out and taking a brush from the side, he dipped it in white paint and wrote a circle of scriptures on the edge of the lid. Only then did he stand up, nodded to me and Lao Xie, and walked out of the attic.

Ms. Cong was carried down the attic by us and fell asleep in her bedroom for more than ten hours before waking up. Her husband was so anxious that he almost knelt down for Azan because he thought she was dead. It wasn't until Ms. Cong opened her eyes that he smiled. Ms. Cong happily told us. She had a dream about a little boy with a blurred face with a bare buttocks, who opened his hands for her to hug and called her mom. Her husband didn't say anything when he saw Ms. Cong so happy.

Azan Homban put the imp in another dark hut and went in at twelve o'clock at midnight every day for seven days. On the eighth day, Azanhongban pointed to Ms. Cong. Lao Xie and I said: "The ghost fetus has been made, but the resentment of this little ghost infant spirit is too heavy, and it stands to reason that it should not be allowed to touch the blood when it is blessed, but after blessing for more than 40 days, the resentment of the infant spirit still cannot be imprisoned with a mantra, so I have to use Cambodia's black witch spirit control technique to supply it with maternal blood, and it is finally suppressed." You husband and wife will take it back, and after you have cursed it with your heart, you will drip a few drops of the freshly shed blood from the middle finger of her left hand on the ghost fetus every day at midnight. Forty days without interruption, after that it's fine, just drop it every other month or so. Try not to let outsiders see the ghost fetus. Don't see the sun, and don't let anything touch it, especially liquids. ”

I translated his words to Ms. Cong and his wife, and they both nodded their heads repeatedly.

Before the few of us were about to leave Azanhongban's house, Azanhongban told Ms. Cong some taboos, not to do husband and wife in the house where the little ghost was raised, and not to beat and scold other children at ordinary times, otherwise the little ghost would be scared and angry. No more adoptions and no other children should be allowed to stay overnight at home. Ms. Cong's husband was a little embarrassed when he heard that there were so many taboos, but Ms. Cong was happy and nodded vigorously in agreement.

When I shipped the little ghost back to China, I used the name of the prop factory in Rayong as usual, and Lao Xie helped me find several plastic products that were very similar to ghost tires, sealed them together with the real ghost tires, and sent them from Bangkok Port to Guangdong. When Ms. Cong and his wife boarded the plane home, they thanked me a thousand times, saying that I had helped her a lot, and I would never forget it in my life. I asked her to use QQ to contact me if she had anything in the future, and my mobile phone and computer were basically online.

After Ms. Cong left, I handed over 30,000 yuan to Lao Xie, and he said happily and jealously: "Brother Tian, it seems that in the future, I will have to learn from you to advertise on the Internet or something." Look at the business you take, untie the landing, raise ghosts, and even the mountain spirit can be sold twice, which is simply the pride of Thai Chinese businessmen! ”

I was amused by his words: "There are so many Chinese businessmen in Thailand, and the money I earn in one year is enough for me to earn for five or eight years, what am I?" At most, it's just a card dealer and makes a little extra money. ”

But Lao Xie was serious, saying that he was not joking. I said, "The Internet is easy to learn, and I'll teach you well when I have time." Besides, you really need to learn and earn more money, so that your father and son don't always have to worry about medical expenses. Lao Xie put away his smile and nodded.

I suddenly remembered two things, and asked Lao Xie why Master Azanhongban used candles instead of charcoal fire to bake when making imps, wouldn't that be faster? Why is the corpse oil light yellow when poured into the clay pot, but black and yellow when it comes out? Lao Xie said: "It is not an ordinary candle, but a spiritual candle mixed with the ashes of the deceased. There was corpse oil in the crockpot, which killed a pregnant woman. There are many pregnant women who died horizontally, and that kind of imp has the strongest mana because of the double resentment in the body. When making a ghost, you need to nourish it with your mother's corpse oil for a few days, and merge the grievances of the pregnant woman with the ghost. But this stillborn mother is still alive, so she can only use the corpse oil of other pregnant women to douse it, after all, she is not her biological mother, and her mana will be much weaker. ”

"I understand, but it doesn't matter, anyway, this customer doesn't raise a ghost to get promoted and make a fortune, but to watch his son every day, if he has a sense to communicate, it's the best." I replied.

Lao Xie sighed: "It's not easy to be a mother, when your son dies, you have to be a little ghost and watch him every day." When I saw Lao Xie's expression, I guessed that he must have thought of his son who was lying in the hospital and was in the advanced stage of uremia. I was afraid that he would be upset, so I diverted the topic and asked him what his relationship was with Master Azan Hongban, and why he always quoted a little less than others.

Lao Xie smiled: "This is the special channel I said, but it has to be kept secret, Brother Tian, you just need to know that Master Azanhongban's goods are cheap and good, just do it!" ”

"Aren't you afraid that I will come to Azanhongban myself to ask for goods?" I laughed evilly.

Lao Xie hugged my shoulder and patted me hard: "Of course I'm not afraid, there are only a few card dealers designated by Azanhongban, I'm the first, and whoever else comes will not receive him, don't worry!" I laughed, thinking that the old fox was just not ordinary. Lao Xie rushed to remit money to his family, and I also returned to Rayong from Khon Kaen. A few days later, Ms. Cong told me on QQ that she had successfully retrieved the little ghost from the port of Guangzhou and brought it back to Hanzhong by truck.

This business also made a net profit of seven or eight thousand yuan after deducting the travel expenses back to Thailand, but I will have to go back to Thailand sooner or later, so I can be regarded as earning 10,000 yuan. In the past two years, I have rarely sold to customers Xiaogui, mainly because there are many taboos in raising Xiaogui, and Xiaogui is not like Kuman Tong, there are too many examples of disobedience, and it is the customer who is unlucky at that time. But Ms. Cong's situation is special, she doesn't seek wealth or officials, but she is just anxious, so I took over this business. Of course, this is also an excuse for me to make money.

At about two o'clock in the morning of the next day, Ms. Cong sent me a QQ message, saying that she had used the mantra provided by Master Azan to open the ghost fetus, and she felt a cold air in the house at that time, and she and her husband sneezed several times. I told her that she must strictly follow what Master Azan Hongban said, and drip blood on the little ghost with the middle finger of her left hand at midnight for 49 consecutive days, and Ms. Cong said that there was no problem.