readx;? With a bang, the man who had just led the way slammed the door in, and whispered, "Are you done?"

The three of us ignored him, and when he looked up and saw the ghost bodhisattva, he was immediately stunned. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Get out!" the Ghost Bodhisattva waved.

The man rubbed his eyes, looked carefully at the face of the ghost bodhisattva, and asked hesitantly, "...... are you?"

The ghost bodhisattva's eyes showed a fierce light, and he waved his hand more vigorously again: "Get out, I told you to get out, did you hear? If you still want to do it here, get out of here!"

The man was frightened and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I'll get out!"

He turned his head to look at Tang Wan again: "Can you invite the Ghost Bodhisattva to come, do you still need to find me?"

Before Tang Wan could answer, he had already taken out the stack of money from his pocket and put it on the table next to him: "The money is here, I can't confiscate it, I don't know you, goodbye." ”

"Hey, this money is what you should take—" Tang Wan explained, but the man had already withdrawn in a dismayed manner, and carefully closed the door with his backhand.

Tang Wan shook her head and reluctantly put the money away.

"Elder, as soon as you came forward, you frightened them all. Tang Wan smiled bitterly.

The Ghost Bodhisattva sneered: "What are they? A bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab generals." Even Director Li, who is in charge of affairs here, and Director Wang, who is in charge of funerals, are as scared as a mouse meets a cat when they see me. ”

I have no doubt about the words of the ghost Bodhisattva, because too many things show that Jinan, as the provincial capital of Shandong, has a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger among the people, and there are many top masters in the industry.

The ghost Bodhisattva in front of him has the nickname of "Miracle Doctor", which must be a civil leader in the medical community of Shandong University and even Shandong, which is very incomparable.

The three of us walked forward in unison, enclosing the drawer in three directions.

"By medical definition, she's definitely dead. Tang Wan said, "However, in this funeral parlor, there have been strange stories of dead people sitting up in the incinerator at least three times. ”

Since the government explicitly required cremation to replace burial in the 80s, Jinan has not broken the rumor that "the dead will come back to life as soon as they are burned". Many medical experts stood up to refute the rumors, saying that it was because of the natural reaction of the human body's meridians and tendons when they encountered the contraction of open flames, and it had nothing to do with souls and ghosts, let alone "deceitful corpses" and the like.

In this era, there are as many ignorant experts as carp crossing the river. They have refuted too many rumors, but instead confirmed the "weird" facts of these events.

The people of Jinan all listen to the words of the experts in reverse, and every time there is an official refutation of rumors, everyone has a lot of talking points on the streets and alleys.

"Thirteen times, to be exact. The ghost bodhisattva corrected.

"Well, I'm just talking about well-documented, evidence-based events. In those three times, the information was controlled by the top, and only when the front-line workers saw it with their own eyes, it was circulated one after another. Elder, according to your judgment, are these really people being burned alive?" Tang Wan asked.

I've heard those rumors, but because I rarely come to the funeral home, I feel that such strange events are far away from me.

I looked at Aunt Guan's face, and recalled her pious expression when she burned incense, and deeply felt that the world was impermanent, and human beings were too small in front of nature, life and death, gods and ghosts. Once nature stretches out the palm of the djinn, then no matter how strong and arrogant human beings are, they will become defenseless little ants, and everything will be lost in an instant.

At the same time, I also thought: "Although the old neighbors of Qushuiting Street often use the official aunt, when she died, no one rushed to pay respects and condolences, so that she passed away alone." It seems that even if a single person has great ability, once he falls, there will be no one to chase him behind him. ”

Now, I am the only heir of the Xia family. When my grandfather dies, I can help the soul to die, and if I fall down on the other day, who else will come to the funeral home to see me off?

"Tianshi—" Tang Wan called me softly.

I snapped through my grief and realized that my emotions were too low.

"People are born, old, sick and die, and this has always been the case since ancient times. Don't be too sad, it's the law of reincarnation. Tang Wan said.

I nodded: "I know, I just thought about some trivial things in the past, and I felt too much for a while, but now it's fine." ”

Tang Wan thoughtfully patted the back of my hand: "Yes, yes, in this kind of place, people always think too much. ”

That's when I realized that she was holding a pair of disposable plastic gloves in her left hand.

"I'll try again and see if the 'bone palpation' can reveal something new. She explained to me.

I realized that there was also a certain subtle wariness between her and the ghost bodhisattva, and on the surface she completely trusted the other person, but in essence she did not spare her own judgment.

"Yes, yes, this is the time when the 'Bone Touching Technique' is most effective. The Ghost Bodhisattva echoed.

Tang Wan put on gloves, slowly put her hand into the drawer, and paused in the air for a few seconds before slowly putting her palm on the forehead of the official lady.

The temperature in the drawer was very low, and there were bright ice crystals on the hairline, ear chakra, and eyelashes of the official lady, which made a slight clicking sound in Tang Wan's palm.

Tang Wan's hands moved back from the middle line of Aunt Guan's hair to the center of her Heavenly Spirit Gai.

The Heavenly Spirit Gai is the place where a person's mind meets the heavens, and all inspiration and the sixth sense are transmitted to the human brain from here, which is equivalent to the nostrils, trachea, and lungs when a person breathes. In the past, Aunt Guan said that as soon as a person dies, the heavenly spirit cover will be wide open, and all the spiritual energy will dissipate from all sides here, and it will no longer exist.

"It doesn't seem to be ...... Signs of life?" Tang Wan said to herself.

The Ghost Bodhisattva frowned, but did not speak, waiting for Tang Wan's next move.

I remember that in the private residence of the official aunt, Sang Qinghong once lured me into the game, asking me to kill the Japanese devil in an illusion, intending to drag me into the whirlpool of history.

It can be seen that Sang Qinghong is a very scheming person.

Here, I don't want to discuss the right and wrong of a person, after all, in that war-torn era, even if Sang Qinghong lived for himself, it was absolutely excusable.

What I really want to say is that since Sang Qinghong can arrange and lure me, he will naturally set up another game to trap other people. For example, now, if Tang Wan strays into the game, the result will be very bad.

"It's just cold...... Extremely cold, extremely cold...... Chilling the world...... Between heaven and earth, there is no living thing except freezing clouds and dense snow—it's a cold day, it's a cold snow!" Tang Wan spoke again, and his tone seemed to have changed.

I looked into her eyes, and her eyes had become confused.

"Tang Wan—" I hesitated, but instead of stopping her, I slowly reached out and covered the back of her hand.

The back of her hand was cold, like two bottles of drink that had been frozen in the freezer all night.

"In the cold sky and the sea of snow, there are bursts of murderous energy, piercing through the clouds and fog. I see it...... Something uncommon, big battles...... The battle of life and death is about to break out, and the survival of China is the responsibility of the husband ......" Tang Wan whispered.

I could realize that something unseen was happening in the dark, just like when Sang Qinghong lured me in.

Now, I can wake up Tang Wan and make her quickly withdraw from Sang Qinghong's layout. However, that will only stop this matter again, and without the following results, we will never know what Sang Qinghong is going to do.

The cold air on the back of Tang Wan's hand went up along my hands and reached the crook of my arm, making me shiver with cold.

Winter in Jinan has always been known for its "warmth", as described in the article "Winter in Jinan" written by Mr. Lao She. For as long as I can remember, the winter in Jinan has never been really cold, and I don't feel the cold of winter in the city at all.

At the moment, what I felt from Tang Wan's hands and from the layout of Sang Qinghong was by no means normal weather, but a manifestation of an extreme cold that had not been encountered in a century.

Cold, which can refer to the weather, can also refer to the human heart. When a person, a group of people, and a city lose confidence in the future and fall into despair, they will feel a chill from the bottom of their hearts. That kind of cold is actually a deep fear of death, and it can also be extended to the cold light on the enemy's butcher's knife and the cold blood when the sharp blade cuts the neck of a loved one.

In other words, I felt the deep horror of human beings on the verge of death from the back of Tang Wan's hand at this time. Looking back on history, in the winter of 1937, the people of the entire city of Jinan were facing the misfortune of this massacre, and hundreds of thousands of people were waiting to be cut off, giving their own destiny to the invaders under the banner of the sun. That winter, there was not a single Chinese in Jinan who was not shrouded in despair, and this city had become a rehearsal for the Battle of Nanjing.

I shivered three times in a row from the bottom of my heart, and secretly asked myself: "If I was born in Jinan City at that time, how should I deal with myself?"

The new generation of Jinan was born in New China, grew up under the red flag, and has never experienced the cruelty of war, so he can lightly confess in all public occasions -- "It is the duty of the husband to protect the family and defend the country!"

They do not realize that it is only after overcoming the great fear of death that people will remember to take responsibility. Most people, once the city is broken, their own courage is also frightened, and they are only willing to grovel and beg for mercy to be obedient people under the sun, and have long forgotten that they are Chinese.

In Jinan, countless people who refused to bow their heads were beheaded, and their corpses were all over the field, with nowhere to bury.

Tang Wan slowly raised her head and did not look at me, but at the upper right corner of the refrigerator. There was a large, abrupt brass lock hanging from that drawer, which was noticeably different from the others.

I didn't let go, but let my palm be closer to the back of Tang Wan's hand.

Tang Wan is a master of "bone touching technique", and the content explored on her fingertips must be something I don't know. With her guidance and help, I hope to see the ultimate heart of the story.

Gradually, I felt a power blooming from the back of her hand, like a seed sprouting and a sprout spitting green. The power branched out into many tiny wisps of twigs, which penetrated into my palm, and then up along my forearm, into my body.

If she had been someone else, I would have been horrified by the change and would have stopped abruptly. However, she is Tang Wan and the person I trust the most, so I don't dodge or dodge, and let those forces enter.

Soon, when the power entered my chest and brain, I felt a sudden light in front of my eyes, as if I was standing on a big stage with the spotlight on.

The lights were extremely bright, forming a circle of ten paces in diameter, and the edge of the aperture, goose feathers and heavy snow, fell one after another.

"Power...... Only his power can ...... Destroy ......," a woman sounded with heavy and sad indignation.

The world outside the aperture was dark, and I felt that the woman's voice was extremely far away, but I could barely make out that it seemed to be Sang Qinghong's voice.

I guessed correctly, Sang Qinghong is still there, she didn't lure me into the game in the street, and she made a second layout here.

"Destroy the Great Enemy...... The real enemy...... It's not a Japanese devil, it's ......" Sang Qinghong's voice came intermittently.

"What is it?" I asked inwardly.

With a buzz, there was a shock in my palm, and in the shock, Tang Wan's voice trembled slowly: "I'm also thinking about this question, who is the real enemy?"

I realized that this kind of oscillation was a form of communication sent by Tang Wan, which was more subtle than the word of mouth that "transmitted the sound into the secret".

"It is not a pity for you to die...... It is the most pity that he dies, just like taking a rosewood screen to light a fire...... I need someone to complete this battle for him, to die for him, to save his life, to kill the real enemy......" Sang Qinghong said.

This time, her meaning has been fully expressed, consistent with the meaning of the previous "stand-in game".

She's looking for a stand-in, and the stand-in's mission is to die for another person in order to save the great hero she admires.

The stand-in is an "important" role in changing one's life against the sky, and it is also an "important" role in "Heaven and Earth Are Unkind and All Things Are Dogs". However, who is willing to be a stand-in for others, especially to be a stand-in for their own lives?

Sang Qinghong's game was terrible and difficult, because she was executing an impossible plan in the first place.

If I am willing to be a stand-in for someone, that person can only be Tang Wan.

It is only in true love that human beings can say the words "I will die for you." A man is willing to die for the woman he loves, martyrdom, martyrdom, this is a moving love story that can be remembered for centuries, beautiful and poignant, so that future generations will sing it repeatedly, just like Shakespeare's tragicomedy.

When I thought like this in my heart, there was a shock in my palm again, and Tang Wan's voice followed: "Thank you." ”

It turned out that she could feel it instantly just by thinking about it.

"It's the same with me. She said six more words.

At this moment, we all have a clear heart, and we all admit without hesitation that we are willing to become each other's stand-ins and die for each other.

This is the highest level of love, which only the two of us can feel, and without the slightest doubt about each other's words.

"I can also be his stand-in and die for him...... Sang Qinghong's voice continued to sound, "That doesn't solve the problem, he needs a stand-in, and he needs me even more...... I'm his whetstone, I can't die, I'm dead...... He won't live alone......"

I suddenly realized that what Sang Qinghong said was exactly a "correct paradox" in love.

Before, when I saw Sang Qinghong's "stand-in game", I despised her, thinking that she had huge selfishness in the layout, and wanted to exchange other people's deaths for her friend's life. Now I understand that she and the person she respects, born and died together, and died together, advancing and retreating together, both are indispensable.

When she was planning the layout, she also fell into this paradox.

Like she just said, she can be a stand-in for that person, but when she dies, that person loses his whetstone, his blade is rusted, and what power does he have to kill the real enemy?

On the other hand, if one person dies for another, will the person who survives still have value, meaning, and happiness in his life?

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