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Although it was the best time to draw a talisman, Qin Hao still kept drawing the talisman, and under the concentration of his whole body, beads of sweat began to condense on his forehead, flowing down his cheeks and dripping onto the floor.

Although the process of drawing the symbols is relatively harsh and fails many times, there are still some that succeed. And presumably, as the number of drawings increases, they will become more and more proficient.

Qin Hao had been painting until more than three o'clock, a full six hours, until he was so tired that he collapsed, and finally stopped and lay down on the bed to rest.

This night, because his whole body was empty, he slept very deeply, and because of the relationship between the compass and the buckwheat pillow, he was particularly sweet when he slept, and finally stopped having nightmares.

And even if he was lying on the bed, the compass gradually gathered and concentrated the faint wisps of yang energy in the air, and then transported it to Qin Hao's body, subtly changing Qin Hao's physique.

In the past two days, Qin Hao stayed at home to seize a qiē time to draw talismans. His purpose is to be able to increase his proficiency, and to have a few more spells, that is, to have more security......

Finally, on the third day, Qin Hao finally drew a complete and effective nine spells.

After getting all of this, Qin Hao felt a nearby slaughterhouse in the early morning, gave the boss some money, and then managed to take out some cow tears from the cow's eyes and pour them into a small bottle of pot, which he kept for other purposes.

Then Qin Hao took the bus non-stop and came to the door of Li Hu's funeral company.

In fact, it is said that it is a company, but it is also a small storefront, mainly engaged in funeral business, of course, it also sells yellow paper, incense candles, wreaths and other funeral and sacrificial things.

Ordinary people think that this line of work is a bit unlucky, but a person like Qin Hao who has seen the world naturally doesn't care about this.

At this time, Li Hu and his group of employees were also waiting here.

Qin Hao walked straight into the funeral company.

"Ah Hao, you come and pull."

"Well, let's go."

Because the mountains are some way away, and they have to rush over early to prepare for the arrangement, there is no time to delay.

Li Hu also has a group of people who follow him.

One of the tall men was a cook, and he was in charge of cooking the "return to the coffin rice", which is commonly known as the "funeral rice". The other older uncles and aunts are in charge of serving the food on the tray, and there is an older middle-aged man with a pair of glasses who looks a little polite, and he seems to be more knowledgeable between conversations, and he knows the funeral etiquette very well, according to Li Hu, he is in charge of the funeral ceremony in the company.

Because the funeral rites and customs in various places are different, those who can be responsible for this work must have a certain amount of research on funerals.

After a brief understanding of everyone.

Everyone hit the road in time.

The convoy was divided into three vehicles.

The first was a funeral salute, a small green-skinned trailer with a row of brushed salutes placed behind it. The car was driven by Li Hu, and Qin Hao also followed him into the co-pilot's seat.

The chef and aunt sat in the back in a gray second-hand "Jinbei" van, while the last one was a larger trailer with pots and pans and various incense candles and wreaths to be used.

A three-vehicle convoy departed from the city and headed for the suburbs.

Because it is autumn, it is the busy season of autumn harvest farming. Therefore, you can see that on the ridges on both sides of the road, there are harvesters and farmers busy.

The landscape in the distance is colorful, and under the light of the sun at more than eight o'clock in the morning, the beautiful scenery becomes particularly dazzling and charming.

"Ah Hao, are you really sure this time? I'm counting on you. Otherwise, the funeral team fell off the suspension bridge last time, and if you don't get it right this time, you will die. ”

In the car, Li Hu asked nervously while driving the car.

"Don't worry, everything in the world is mutually reinforcing, even if there is a ghost, I have a way to clean him up." Qin Hao said confidently.

It took about an hour to drive, and the three-car convoy slowly drove into the continuous mountainous area.

It was getting closer and closer to its destination, Gecun, and after a while, the car turned from the asphalt road into a narrow and potholed dirt road.

There were bumps along the way, and Qin Hao sat in the car and followed the car rhythmically.

Qin Hao looked at this path, frowned and asked Li Hu, "Huzi, isn't there a better way to enter the village?" ”

"Yes, it's the suspension bridge, but of course it's not accessible now."

Li Hu also replied helplessly.

After a bumpy ride, the car finally drove out of the dirt road, and Qin Hao finally saw that not far away, a village covered by layers of trees was located at the foot of the mountain.

I have to say that although the traffic here is not convenient, the view is still very good.

The canopy of trees is full of greenery, and there is a small stream that flows from a mountain stream, and after a car slowly wades through this stream, we finally reach our destination, Katsura Village.

After parking the car at the entrance of the village, everyone got out of the car.

Qin Hao took a deep breath of fresh air, and suddenly felt a lot more comfortable, and the fatigue of the car also dissipated.

Qin Hao helped the uncle and moved the utensils on the trailer behind him into the village, and Li Hu was not idle and began to rectify the arrangement.

After entering the village, Qin Hao saw some low-rise buildings, and many villagers raised chickens, ducks and pigs in their homes.

Li Hu's employer, on the other hand, lives in the last row of the village, and the house is also a one-story blue-tiled house, which looks dilapidated, and the lime on the walls has fallen off, and the red bricks are mottled.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a thin face and cloudy eyes came over and gave Qin Hao and others a cigarette, but Qin Hao couldn't resist it and took the cigarette.

Then the thin middle-aged man stepped forward and said to Li Hu apologetically: "Boss Li, I have to trouble you to do a funeral this time." ”

When Qin Hao heard this, he was also shocked in his heart, and then looked at the posthumous photo placed on the mourning hall, only to see that the last photo of the deceased was a young man with eyes, about twenty-five or sixteen years old, it was the age of vigor and ambition, but he didn't expect to die prematurely at a young age, and he also had a question in his heart: How did he die at such a young age? ?

Li Hu talked to the middle-aged man, and after saying a few words that were fine, he introduced Qin Hao to the middle-aged man: "Uncle, this is the master I told you, he has a way to clear the ghost for you." ”

The middle-aged man turned his head to look at Qin Hao, showing a hint of surprise in some surprise: "Really? Then this time, I have to ask the master to help me more. As he spoke, the middle-aged man bowed to him.

Qin Hao hurriedly stopped him, he didn't expect that he would become a master in Li Hu's mouth.

He really cried and laughed, but he also comforted the middle-aged man: "Uncle, I will definitely help solve this matter, and I also hope that you will think about Lingzi's matter, take care of it." ”

The middle-aged man sighed for a long time, and his eyes showed sadness.

Li Hu sent two employees to carry the wreath to the mourning hall, put the incense candles in place, and prepare some affairs before the burial.

After Qin Hao chatted with the thin middle-aged man for a few more words, he pulled Li Hu down to a secluded corner and asked him what the cause of death of the deceased was.

But Li Hu said that he didn't know how he died, and the parents of the deceased were also secretive and did not disclose the cause of his death.

Qin Hao felt even more strange when he heard this.

There must be a bigger hidden truth in this.

Then, Qin Hao asked him to lead the way to the location of the suspension bridge.

Before coming to the mountain road, Qin Hao finally saw what kind of scene this was, only to see that this was a not too deep cliff, and the mountain roads on both sides also needed to be docked with suspension bridges to facilitate the villagers' access to traffic. But at this time, the suspension bridge was no longer a zài, only the ruins remained, and at the bottom of the cliff, you could see the debris of wooden planks and scattered ropes.

"According to the villagers, the suspension bridge fell into disrepair for a long time, so it couldn't bear the weight and collapsed." Li Hu also told Qin Hao what he knew.

Qin Hao didn't say anything when he heard this, and after walking around the neighborhood a few times, he accidentally found a rope blown by the wind in a pile of rocks, only to see that the rope was very old, but when he saw the end of the rope, he saw some clues...

When returning from the suspension bridge, Qin Hao was at the entrance of the village and saw a group of villagers sitting around a grinding plate chatting about something.

Qin Hao had a thought in his heart, so he took out a pack of soft cloud cigarettes from his arms, then walked over and sent them a circle of soft cloud cigarettes with a smile.

One of the old men, with gray hair and only two front teeth left, squinted and asked, "I don't look like the future is from this village." ”

"That's right, I'm here to help Uncle Ge's family with a funeral." Qin Hao said.

"Oh, I see. It's still the same group of people from the first two times, hehe, I said that you are not afraid of touching the mold in the next life. The old man lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, revealing two lonely yellow teeth.

Someone next to him immediately chimed in: "That's right, you dare to make this money, you are really bold enough, isn't the lesson of the first two incidents big enough?" ”

Of course, Qin Hao understood what he was referring to, and he really asked smoothly: "By the way, when it comes to this, there is one thing I don't understand very well, why did this Uncle Ge's child die at a young age?" ”

After finishing speaking, I saw that the old man looked at him again with some suspicion, and then said teasingly: "Hmph, just Ge Chun, that nerd, except for studying hard to get a diploma, he can't get along in the city after graduation, and then he can't find a job when he goes back to work in the village, and then he suddenly dies suddenly somehow, it's really useless." ”

The old man said lightly, and even there was a sense of ridicule in Mandarin.

Qin Hao narrowed his glasses slightly, and Yan Zòng's disgust flashed away, without revealing it at all.

"Sudden death without warning?"

"That's right, I think his body is too weak to withstand a little toss, so he died so suddenly." The old man laughed down.

"I see..."

Seeing that there were no words out of their mouths, Qin Hao left, and on the way back to Uncle Ge's house, he thought thoughtfully: "A good young man, how can you say that sudden death is sudden death??" ”