I said of course you can, then you can come quickly. It is not close from Chiang Rai to Khon Kaen, and by the time Azan Nangya rushed to Khon Kaen after being busy, it was already more than five o'clock in the afternoon. When she entered the house and saw the appearance of the poor farmer, she pressed her hand to his naked heart and whispered a mantra.

The poor peasants no longer talk nonsense. His parents and wife were overjoyed. Suddenly, Chanon sat up abruptly, his eyes wider than that of an ox, but still only cloudy inside, and cried out, "Why did you take my ring?" Give it back! Then he fell down again, this time quietly, not a word, not even breathing, and if it weren't for the round eyes that had no eyeballs, they would have been like a dead man.

"Poor farmer, don't die, don't die!" The farmer's wife began to cry.

Azan Nang Ya said, your husband is not dead, you need to use the ancient Burmese magic to help his soul be rescued from the yin spirit again, but it must be around 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, when the yin spirit will come out to wander so that it is easy to communicate with the yin spirit.

Lao Xie asked the farmer's wife to hurry up and take out the money first. She hurriedly went, came back after a while, took out two stacks of banknotes from her purse and handed them to Lao Xie. The person in charge of the funeral home came to visit the poor farmer and said that it was better to send him to a psychiatric hospital as soon as possible. Lying here is not the way to go. Chanon's wife said that she had invited Master Azan from Chiang Rai and that she could cast spells at night. The person in charge looked at Azan NangYa and didn't say anything, so he had to turn around and leave.

I saw that the farmer's wife was also wearing a gold necklace around her neck, so I walked to the table, pointed to the gold watch, necklace ring, and new mobile phone on the table, and asked the farmer's wife, "Did the farmer buy all these things herself?" ”

The farmer's wife nodded: "Well, yes, he bought it himself." ”

"How much is his salary each month?" I asked. Miscellaneous garbage.

The expression of the farmer's wife began to be unnatural: "About 10,000 baht." "I said with a salary of 10,000 baht a month, can you afford these things? She didn't answer, but I already had the answer in my mind.

Five or six hours before 12 p.m., Lao Xie and Nang Ya and I had to go to a Tom Yum Gong restaurant outside the funeral home to drink soup. Lao Xie handed over 100,000 baht to Azan Nangya, and she was still thinking about Lao Xie's son. Ask how the condition is. Lao Xie shook his head with a wry smile and said that it was still like that, he was trying to save more money. so that he could be sent to Australia for treatment. Azan NangYa nodded, counted out another 20,000 baht and handed it to Lao Xie, who took the money gratefully and thanked him again and again.

It was almost twelve o'clock in the evening, and the funeral home left only one staff member to assist in our spell casting work. Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Azan Nangya began to chant mantras.

After five or six minutes of big concepts, the poor farmer, who was originally like a dead man, slowly sat up, turned over and got out of bed, sat on the edge of the bed, and said, "Where is the necklace?" ”

The farmer's wife said, "Isn't it at the table?" ”

Lao Xie asked: "It's not on the table, did you put it away?" "That's when we saw that there were only gold rings, watches, mobile phones, and the digital camera on the table, and the gold necklace was gone. Chanon said sharply: "Necklace, where is my necklace?" Give it to me, or I'll kill you too!" ”

The farmer's wife and parents searched around and couldn't find it. I asked if anyone else had ever come in from the time we went out for soup to the time we entered the house, and the farmer's wife said that she definitely hadn't. At this time, Chanon muttered, "So here, I'll go get ......," and he slowly stood up, and although his eyes were still cloudy, he pushed open the door and walked out, as if he could see the road clearly.

A few of us hurriedly followed, and the funeral home would not let the lights be turned on at night, and my wife and I turned on the flash of our mobile phones to illuminate it. Halfway through, we met the staff member who had stayed on duty for the night and asked us where we were going, but we didn't have time to answer, so the staff member had to follow closely.

Chanon walked all the way to the incineration room, where there was a row of five incinerators made of steel plates, the top of which was numbered with red paint. Standing in front of the third furnace in the center, Chanon pointed to the hearth: "The necklace is inside." ”

The farmer's wife boldly walked up to the stove, held up her mobile phone, looked through the fireproof glass, and exclaimed, "It's really inside!" I hurriedly walked over to look, and sure enough, the gold necklace was clearly placed in the empty incinerator, and the golden luster reflected was very eye-catching under the strong light of the mobile phone flash.

"How come the gold necklace is here? Who put it? I asked. Everyone looked at each other and shook their heads.

At this moment, the farmer reached out and opened the steel door of the incinerator, kicked the furnace with both feet, and put his head in to climb in. The staff hurriedly went over to stop him, but Azan Nang Ya said: "Don't stop him, he must do this himself!" ”

We watched as the farmer climbed into the incinerator and the door slowly closed, and the farmer's wife, fearing that her husband would be bored, went over and pulled the handle of the door. I didn't pull it a few times in a row, and I thought to myself that the woman didn't have the strength, so I went over to help. But what I didn't expect was that I couldn't pull it.

Lao Xie asked, "What's wrong?" "The staff also came and went with me to pull the handle, and the handle was like being welded to the door, and we both gritted our teeth, sweating from our foreheads, and didn't open the door.

The staff took out their mobile phones: "I'll call the maintenance workers right away!" ”

At this moment, there was a burst of laughter from outside, and it was not a person, high and low, male and female, old and young. The sounds are intertwined and sound goosebumps. The staff member was frightened, Lao Xie grabbed my arm in fright, his sudden action was more frightening than laughter, and I glared at him angrily. Chanon's parents and wife were also so frightened that their faces turned pale and they hid back.

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, Azan Nangya took out the Rahuyuya, which was made from her mother's skull, from the package she carried with her, and recited the mantra in a low voice again. The laughter outside gradually faded away, but the weirdest thing came, suddenly, the sound of the motor starting in the incineration room sounded, and the red light on the No. 3 incinerator lit up, and then the green light again.

The staff was startled and hurriedly ran to the console to go to the button, and after half a minute, the stove began to spew tiny flames. The farmer's wife and parents screamed and asked the staff what was the matter, and I found an iron rod and inserted it into the handle of the furnace door to pry it in, but it still didn't work.

The flames in the furnace grew louder and louder, and the chanon began to scream in the furnace, and his wife slammed her hands on the door of the furnace and let out a terrible howl: "Put out the fire, put out the fire!" ”

The staff almost smashed the buttons on the console, but it still didn't work. I picked up the iron rod and smashed the fireproof glass of the furnace door, which was specially made, not only fireproof but also tempered, and could not be broken. The farmer let out a pig-killing howl, crawled to the door of the furnace and slammed his hands on the glass, and opened his mouth wide to shout something, but he could not hear it at all.

Reciting the mantra, Azan Nangya unscrewed the top half of Yuya, bit the middle finger of her left hand, and dripped blood onto her mother's bare skull, speeding up the chanting. The farmer's wife knelt on the ground and beat the stove in vain, and his parents had already collapsed to the ground, fainting. At this moment, suddenly the door of the furnace opened by itself as if it had been put on a spring, and the staff and I hurriedly reached out and pulled the poor farmer out.

The poor farmer was almost naked, his head was hot, and the staff shouted: "Get him out, there is a faucet in the next room!" "I, the staff, and Lao Xie carried the poor farmer out of the incineration room, went to the next room, unscrewed the faucet installed on the wall, and put the poor farmer under the water column and washed it with cold water.

After extinguishing the fire, the police were called, and the ambulance took the poor farmer to the hospital, Azan NangYa consumed too much mana and was weak, so I arranged for her to rest in a hotel near the hospital and let her rest for two or three days before returning to Chiang Rai.

After examination by the doctor, the poor farmer had burns of varying degrees all over his body, and he was also blinded by one eye. His whole body was wrapped in bandages, like a mummy, but fortunately he could still speak. Unable to accept this fact, Chanon's parents and wife quarreled at the door of the ward, saying that they would take the funeral home to court.

At this time, a nurse came out and said which one was the patient's wife, and the patient had something to say. Because the burn patients had to be isolated, I had to take out my mobile phone and ask the nurse to bring in the sterilized mobile phone and use the recording function to record all the words of the poor farmer.