Lao Xie suddenly laughed, and the laughter was unpleasant, like the sound of an owl. I asked what was going on, Lao Xie held his head in his hands, slowly squatted on the ground, and his laughter turned into crying. I went back to ask Azan Hongban, and he looked at Lao Xie and said, "He has a little ghost in his house, and I can sense it." ”

I couldn't believe my ears and asked again. Azanhongban didn't answer, just looked at Lao Xie. I went over and patted him on the shoulder: "Really?" Lao Xie nodded, I asked when it was, and he said, "Less than half a month......"

In less than half a month, that was when Lao Xie said that he would list the house to the agent to sell. No wonder he didn't sell the house, but his son's illness is getting better day by day, is this the effect of Lao Xie after worshipping the little ghost? At this time, I remembered that when I first entered Lao Xie's house, Azan Hongban stood in a daze, and was later pushed into the house by Lao Xie. With the mana of Azan Hombana. When he saw Lao Xie in the hospital ward, he could sense the yin qi, but he didn't say it, probably because he had a private conversation with Lao Xie. It stands to reason that the effect of worshipping the little ghost was obvious at first, but now it has just taken effect, why did his son immediately become critically ill, is it a return to the light, or is it a normal repetition?

Just when I was full of doubts and wanted to ask, I heard Lao Xie's father's voice coming from the ward, calling Lao Xie's son's name loudly. Lao Xie was startled, and quickly stood up and rushed into the ward, and Azanhongban and I also walked in and saw a nurse connecting the ECG to Lao Xie's son, and the printed paper was full of straight lines. Lao Xie was stunned on the ground and couldn't speak. He just watched his father cry as he hugged his grandson's body.

I've experienced this scene before, it was my uncle who died in the hospital. All patients die like this, birth, old age, sickness, death, this is the law of nature, no one can escape, and the same is true for Lao Xie's son. But when he died, Lao Xie seemed to be a little insane, he didn't even cry, but stood in front of the bed and laughed, which frightened the doctors and nurses. These people are exposed to death every day and don't take it seriously at all, but it is estimated that it is the first time I have seen a father who can laugh when he sees his son die.

Of course, I was also sad, but deep down I felt that the death of Lao Xie's son was actually a relief for him. It is said that children are creditors or benefactors of their parents' previous lives, and Lao Xie's son is definitely a creditor, and he almost dragged Lao Xie down in the first half of his life. Azan Hongban and I stayed to help Lao Xie deal with the aftermath, and after Fang just got my news, he also rushed to Xiantao from Thailand to help.

At the funeral home, Lao Xie wanted to put his son's urn at home, but was dissuaded by Fang Gang: "What is this for?" No matter how much you think about it, your son can't put his ashes on the table and look at it? It's feminine, you know? Even if you're not afraid. Have you ever considered your dad? Lao Xie's father was in tears next to him, saying that he also wanted to put his grandson's ashes at home and watch his grandson every day.

Fang Gang ignored them, and directly asked me to drag Lao Xie to hold the urn and store it in the Bone Spirit Tower. When I called Fang Gang to report the letter before, I told Lao Xie about raising a little ghost privately. Waiting for Lao Xie to come out of the Bone Spirit Tower, Fang Gang pulled Lao Xie in front of him, opened his eyelids to look at him, and asked him if he had any symptoms recently.

The old thank god did not keep his mind, as if he had lost his soul. I just winked at Fang Fang. It means that this question should not be asked first, and then it will be solved slowly.

At Lao Xie's house, Fang Gang and I were sitting in the house, his eyes scanning around, and I knew that he was looking for a ghost. Before, Lao Xie said that he had a small cabinet in his house. There are a lot of evil cards in it. This south bedroom has only a large old-fashioned wooden wardrobe and no small cabinets. While Lao Xie was lying on the bed in a daze, I handed the Five Poisonous Oil Necklace to Fang Gang, and he took it and looked around, and found that it was the darkest in front of the door of the big closet.

Open the large wardrobe. It was full of old clothes, and Fang Gang opened the old clothes, and there was a compartment inside, which was separated by plywood, and lifted the board. It was a small wooden cabinet underneath, but there were two large locks hanging from the door. Fang Gang put the necklace of the five poisonous oils on the cabinet door, and by the sunlight in the room, he could see that the oil was already dark.

Obviously, the little ghost that Lao Xie worshiped was in this small wooden cabinet, and the key must be in his hand. Fang Gang threw the Five Poisonous Oil Necklace to me, closed the door of the large closet, clapped his hands and walked out.

In the north bedroom, I said, "Let's ask Lao Xie for the key in a few days, now he is about to collapse emotionally, and he can't hear him talking, let alone asking for the key." ”

Fang Gang nodded: "This old fox, in order to let his son's illness improve, he actually went to ask the little ghost to raise him!" ”

"Lao Xie is also too tired to live," I sighed, "In the past few years, he has been doing business in Thailand, and his income is not low, but he lives more economically than migrant workers, just to save more money to cure his son's illness." Later, the doctor said that he wanted him to go abroad for treatment as soon as possible, but he did not have enough money. ”

Fang Gang said: "Isn't he planning to sell the house, as long as he is cured, he will slowly save money to buy it back in the future, why do he have to get a little ghost to come back and raise it?" ”

I said, "Who knows what he thinks, maybe he thinks it's time to worship the feminine." It's also strange that it stands to reason that we card dealers are very aware of the side effects of such extreme yin things as imps≡ and we have never raised them. But why Lao Xie invited a little ghost home at this juncture, it's really incomprehensible. ”

"How many imps have you sold in the past two years?" Fang Gang asked. I thought about it, how can there be six or seven, Fang Gang said what kind of people are looking for you to raise little ghosts, and use one word to describe their commonality. I said, "Cornered." ”

Fang Gang lit a cigarette: "Maybe Lao Xie also feels that he is also desperate." "I can't understand why he has to hire a ghost at this time even if he sells the house, he will have the opportunity to work hard to make money to buy it in the future? In the first two years, when he had no money in his hand, he didn't ask for it, and the big possibility was that the house couldn't be sold for a while, and his son's illness couldn't be delayed any longer. Therefore, a treacherous person like Lao Xie can't continue to be reasonable.

No matter how we guess here, it doesn't make much sense, Lao Xie has already invited the little ghost home and offered it, but whether his son's death has anything to do with the little ghost is probably also a mystery. I asked Fang Gang: "Lao Xie confessed to this little ghost for less than half a month, his son died, and he began to have a backlash so soon?" ”

Fang Gang shook his head: "I don't think it has anything to do with the little ghosts, there are not hundreds of the little ghosts I sold, but there are dozens, even if the customers are unlucky, they are not so fast, and many people who raise little ghosts haven't seen the effect for half a month." ”

I asked: "That means that Lao Xie's son should not survive this time, even if Lao Xie doesn't raise little ghosts?" Fang Gang said it was very likely.

In the blink of an eye, Lao Xie's son has been dead for seven days. It stands to reason that many relatives and friends will come when someone dies, but there are only two people from Lao Xie's family, one is the Hunan distant cousin who introduced Lao Xie to Azanhong's class, and the other is Lao Xie's classmate, the one who does health care product pyramid marketing in Wuhan. If it weren't for him, Lao Xie wouldn't have done the Buddha card business, and the other relatives all pretended not to know, which was chilling, but Lao Xie and his father seemed to be mentally prepared.

According to Chinese customs. Before the first seven days, the souls of the deceased had not yet gone to the underworld, and they had been wandering in their original homes for seven days, until after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night on the seventh day. At this time, the family has to prepare several dishes and water. Put it on the balcony of the house, and light incense and candles at the nearest intersection from the house to burn paper money, so that the deceased can eat and drink enough before actually leaving the house, and then bring enough money to report to the underworld.

Lao Xie made a few of his son's favorite dishes by himself, put them on the balcony, and put them on the balcony, as well as two large bowls of rice and drinks, and a large black plastic bag full of paper thread. When he went downstairs to burn money, Fang Gang and I wanted to follow, but Lao Xie refused, according to his meaning, he wanted to talk to his son alone, and he didn't want others to disturb him, and even his father didn't let him go.

His father and Azanhongban were resting in the south bedroom, and Fang Gang and I were sitting in the north bedroom, neither sleepy. My eyes are always on the big closet. I really want to use a hammer to break the two locks of the small wooden cabinet. But after thinking about it again, there is no need, Lao Xie, as a brand merchant, knows best how dangerous it is to raise a ghost, and a cunning person like him can raise a ghost just for his son's illness. Now that my son is no longer alive, after a few days Lao Xie adjusts his emotions, we will ask him for the key again.