After that just now, the people were almost scattered, and only a few people remained.

And they, in fact, are very scared.

The young man and the girl could not persuade their mother, so they had to let her let the person who was suspected of being a "liar" come to "summon the spirit".

Zhao Jing looked at the tombstone that had been done but had not had time to be erected, and his expression changed slightly.

"Peasant"

That's his name.

This person turned out to be the one who stood at the side door in the afternoon. And that banner actually contained the name of this person.

Peasants have become migrant workers.

No wonder there were so many ghosts in the cemetery after his ashes were scattered before, willing to sacrifice for him.

The person who erected the tombstone had already left, and the little monk saw the tombstone on the ground, walked over and helped it up with one hand.

Zhao Jing took out three incense sticks from the offerings on the side.

Zhao Jing held three incense sticks upside down, the incense head was down, the incense foot was up, and then the palm of his hand was turned over to reverse the order of the incense head and the incense foot.

At the moment when the incense stick was turned right, the incense head spontaneously combusted without fire, and in this dark night, a little starlight flashed.

Seeing this scene, the woman's expression was obviously excited. And the two sons and daughters looked at each other, and they couldn't see each other's eyes, but they could know that each other was shocked.

Zhao Jing bowed to the tombstone, and then said to the woman.

"Auntie, I need the blood of one of Mr. Nong's blood relatives. Not much, just a few drops. ”

The woman looked at her children.

The two girls looked at each other, and then the young man took the initiative to stand up.

"Use mine!"

The girl also handed a basket to Zhao Jing.

Inside the basket were raw eggs, candles, bowls, brushes, a white cloth, and two oil lamps. This is something that Zhao Jing asked them to prepare, and the funeral scene is basically there.

In front of the stele, Zhao Jing used a shelf, put a blown out oil lamp under the shelf, spread a white cloth, and made a simple spiritualist lamp.

The finger of the farmer's son was punctured with a needle, and a few drops of blood were dropped inside the bowl.

Then Zhao Jing picked up the brush, drew a spirit charm on a raw egg, and put the egg on a bowl of rice.

A spiritualist lamp, an oil lamp, and a blood charm egg.

Zhao Jing lit three sticks of incense again and bowed to the tombstone.

Then he folded his hands, put away his fingers except for his index and middle fingers, closed his eyes and stomped the ground three times with his left foot.

In the cemetery, a cool breeze blew again.

Zhao Jing suddenly opened his eyes, raised the dim spirit lamp, and in front of the tombstone, he twisted his orchid finger and sang.

"Farmer, your three souls and seven spirits come back quickly, come back quickly."

"A lonely soul under the bed, a lonely soul in front of the bed and behind the bed."

“……”

In Zhao Jing's singing, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, the air was getting colder and colder, and the bowl of rice on the ground and the lit oil lamp were shaking all the time.

There is no rune paper material, not a golden body state, Zhao Jing can only use this primitive and shameful way of conjuring spirits.

Zhao Yuan brushed the hair that was blown by the yin wind and pulled the little monk's robe.

"Brother Tang Seng, what is Dad doing?"

"Amitabha, Lord Zhao is summoning the souls of good people."

"Oh!"

Zhao Yuan seemed to understand whether he understood or not, picked up the black cat, and when he looked up, he saw a few cyan smoke flying above the forest.

These few green qi surrounded the cemetery, and finally converged on Zhao Jing's side, moving with the movement of the conjuring lamp in his hand.

At this time, Zhao Jing put down the conjuring lamp, and the green qi fluttered around it.

The wind kept coming, and the woman couldn't help asking, "Master, when will my husband come back?" ”

Zhao Jing picked up the lit oil lamp, put an orchid finger, and said with a girlish banter in his mouth: "I'm back." ”

Then he used two fingers to clamp the oil lamp from the ...... A flame!

Seeing the remaining few people present, they were dumbfounded.

Zhao Jing flicked his fingers, and the flame directly penetrated the white cloth of the spirit lamp, and ignited the wick on the ground.

The conjuring lamp lit up with blue light, and the few green qi that could not be surrounded seemed to have found a way home, and frantically poured into the lamp.

Seeing the fire with two fingers and the blue glow of the oil lamp, the woman's expression became even more excited, and the girl grabbed the young man's arm, and her heart was very nervous.

In about five seconds, in the eyes of several people, the cyan spirit lamp rose with a green aura that everyone could see.

In their astonished gazes, they gradually transformed into peasants.

The woman exclaimed, "Anon! ”

The girl's legs were so weak that if she hadn't grabbed her brother's arm, she would have almost fallen to the ground.

The young man's expression was a little incredulous, but he still called out "Dad".

Zhao Jing's body shook, and he recovered from the girly singer, and then clapped his hands, leaving time for them.

"Remember, you only have half a stick of incense, which is about an hour."

The peasant itself did not form a soul body, and it was the three souls and seven spirits that Zhao Jing had brought back through spiritualism, and they could only be kept for a certain time.

The soul of the farmer, looking at Zhao Jing, bowed slightly to show his gratitude.

Zhao Jing nodded, took Zhao Yuan's hand, and walked more than ten meters away.

Zhao Yuan stopped, looked down and saw the cat in his arms twisting his waist and moving around.

"Cats, don't move."

The black cat is still moving.

"Cat, you're not allowed to move anymore!"

The little shovel officer got angry and puffed out his mouth to look at the black cat.

"Cat, you're not good, you're disobedient!"

The black cat, who was supposed to obey Zhao Yuan's orders, seemed to ignore her reaction at all and kept writhing in her arms.

Zhao Jing lifted the black cat and looked at it, and found that the black cat was now full of enjoyment, as if he was intoxicated in a dream, and had no reaction to things in the outside world.

"Meow~"

The black cat stretched its limbs seductively, and then let out a seductive moan.

The black cat feels like an aphrodisiac at the moment!

It's spring!

Zhao Jing thought so.

Zhao Yuan poked the cat's belly and found that the cat really didn't react at all.

How did a cat become like this?

Zhao Yuan covered his heart, feeling that his heart was about to break, and said very sadly: "Cat, don't die!" ”

Then I started wiping my tears.

Zhao Jing threw the black cat aside and touched Zhao Yuan's forehead.

"It's okay, fate doesn't cry, the cat is not dead, but misses the male cat!"