After eating, I really went to Wang Xiu'e's house with my father.

Actually, it's quite embarrassing, we two men go to a widow's house in the middle of the night, and moreover, it's a widow's house with an affair.

On the way, when my father and I went to the vicinity of Wang Xiu'e's house, I even saw that Wang Xiu'e's neighbor seemed to be talking about something in secret. Daddy glanced at them, and they quickly closed the door.

However, my dad just shook his head and smiled wryly.

At the door of Wang Xiu'e's house, a circle of glutinous rice has been sprinkled, which my father confessed during the day today, and my grandfather also used this method when he revived Zhu Heiwa's soul before.

After arriving at Wang Xiu'e's courtyard, I felt that the whole courtyard was gloomy.

The mourning hall is set up in Wang Xiu'e's house, and there is no one else in her house, so Wang Xiu'e is sitting next to Zhang Cui's body, Zhang Cui has been put on a shroud, looking at that kind of shroud, it should be prepared by Wang Xiu'e for herself, but she didn't expect it to be put on for her daughter.

"You're here?" When Wang Xiu'e saw me and my father coming, she asked with a dull face, and she didn't look back at all, she seemed to have lost her soul.

"yes!" Daddy replied.

In fact, Wang Xiu'e has been like this since she came back from school, except for everyone who said that she would bury Zhang Cui earlier, she resolutely opposed it, and showed the pungency of the past, she was like losing her soul most of the time, and she was hit too hard.

In order to avoid suspicion, my father and I moved a stool to sit in the courtyard.

After a while, Zhu Danian also came over, he gestured to my father, and also found a stool to sit down. Zhu Danian and my father must have discussed it in advance, he came to my dad and said a few words, and my dad motioned for him to move the stool and sit down, wait and see.

At night, the three of us guarded here in case something went wrong with Zhang Cui.

By the time I stayed up until 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, I was so sleepy that I couldn't sit still. There was a grinding plate next to it, so I moved a stool and fell asleep.

In a daze, I seemed to hear something.

And it feels more and more strange, it is the kind of voice that will make people think about it, coming from Zhang Cui's mourning hall. I was so sleepy that I felt weak in my limbs, and I thought I was dreaming.

However, the sound grew louder and louder, and it felt more and more as if it was not a dream.

Lying on the stone grinding plate, my arm was numb and painful, I rubbed my eyes, shook my head, and felt gradually sober.

Suddenly, it suddenly felt like a thunderbolt in my mind, what's the matter, isn't Zhang Cui already dead, what was it that I heard just now?

I immediately stood up and looked over the hall.

Wang Xiu'e fell asleep lying on the side, and my father and Zhu Danian were the same, they set up a few stools in the courtyard and slept against the corner. After all, no one can survive this point.

But I did hear that voice just now, what the hell is going on?

I stood in the courtyard and stared at the mourning hall carefully, but I didn't find anything unusual. Zhang Cui's body is still lying there, and there is no problem.

Could it be that I was really dreaming just now, but how could I dream like that?

I looked out of the gate, and then into the mourning hall, and everything was calm, and nothing happened. I was still sleepy, so I went back to sleep on the mill again.

This time, not long after I lay down, that sound came again.

I immediately looked towards the mourning hall, and I hadn't fallen asleep at all this time, but I heard that kind of sound. However, when I looked that way, it was still very calm in the mourning hall, as if nothing had happened.

I quietly walked towards the mourning hall this time, and I'm sure that what had just happened was definitely not an auditory hallucination. When I got closer, I found that Zhang Cui's shroud was wet, and it was still that kind of place, and the spiritual bed under her was also wet.

My mind buzzed for a while, and I immediately ran to the courtyard, and I went over and pulled my dad up at once. My father was very alert, he immediately stood up, and he asked, "Fanwazi, what's wrong?" ”

To be honest, I didn't know how to tell my father, so I said, "Dad, let's go and see for yourself, I just heard that kind of voice in the mourning hall......"

Daddy is very smart, and although he doesn't quite understand my expression, you should be able to guess it by looking at his expression.

He quietly walked over there, glanced at it, he was also stunned, and when he turned around, his father's face was a little red, but it was more of a worried expression.

However, my father stood at the door of the mourning hall, looked carefully left and right, and then quietly walked to the door to take a look. He whispered: "No wonder, Fanwa, grab a handful of glutinous rice!" ”

When my dad came here, he still carried that yellow satchel, which he always had in it, so I found a handful of glutinous rice from it and went to the gate.

A circle of glutinous rice was sprinkled at the gate, and I don't know who stepped on it, and a gap was revealed over there.

Needless to say, Daddy, I know how to do it, so I walked over and sprinkled the handful of glutinous rice on the gap. Daddy nodded, and then, he whispered, "Okay, Fanwa, let's go and rest first!" ”

Daddy's voice was very small, and he gave me a look that I immediately understood.

Back to the other side, I pretended to lie down and continue to sleep, and from my side, I could also see that my father was also open, and he was waiting for the opportunity.

After waiting for about half an hour, my sleepiness came back again, after all, it was already two or three o'clock in the middle of the night.

But it was at this time that I heard that kind of voice coming from the mourning hall again.

In an instant, all the sleepiness I had just felt was gone.

I quietly looked in the direction of the mourning hall, and this time I saw that on the mourning bed, Zhang Cui's body was moving, shaking constantly, but I didn't see anything else.

I glanced at my father, who made a very subtle silencing gesture at me.

Half a minute later, my father gestured at me, and he whispered, "Fanwa, take the spirit talisman you drew and stick it on Zhang Cui's forehead!" ”

Daddy's voice was very low, but the two of us were close enough to hear it clearly.

However, my father made it very clear, he asked me to take my own talisman and stick it on Zhang Cui's forehead. Can I really make my own talismans?

I was so amazed that I didn't know the bottom of my mind.

But when my father said that, I did so, and I took out all the ten yellow talismans from my pocket. Holding the yellow talisman, my hands trembled a little, and I took a deep breath, and I slowly walked towards that side.

The mourning hall was getting closer and closer, and I carried the yellow talisman behind me, and I could feel the gusts of wind blowing in the mourning hall.

Moreover, this time it was different, and the voices in the mourning hall did not stop.

This time I went against the wall, and when I got closer to the mourning hall over there, I found that all the shrouds on Zhang Cui's body had been thrown aside, and the entire mourning bed was swaying and making a creaking sound.

Zhang Cui's face had corpse spots, and there was no expression on her face, but her voice came from time to time.

I took a deep breath and prepared to rush to the mourning hall as fast as I could, and put the yellow talisman on Zhang Cui's forehead. But at this point, I felt someone behind me grab my shoulder.

I thought it might be my dad, maybe he found something, so he didn't let me go.

I turned around and whispered, "Dad, what's ......?"

The words were stuck in my throat, because I saw a miserable white face. Those eyes stared at me with resentment, and I recognized him at once, he was the third Wang who died the day before yesterday.

In an instant, a wave of yin qi rushed to my face, and I almost reflexively took the yellow talisman in my hand and pasted it on Wang San's face.

Wang San's face was pasted with a yellow charm by me, and he was stunned there.

Could it be that the kind of charm that my dad asked me to connect with is the effect of fixing ghosts? I was still wondering, when I saw Wang San slowly raise his hand and tear off the yellow talisman on his face, and tear it into pieces.

Wang San stared at me viciously, and I walked towards me, even more hideous than when he was alive.

Suddenly, he lunged at me, and I took a few steps back, stumbling over the threshold and falling on my heels. This heel directly caused me to fall into the mourning hall, and I quickly got up from the ground. However, as soon as I got up, I saw Wang Genzheng, whose face was pale, sitting naked on Zhang Cui's body.