Suddenly, when I heard Master say the words "immortal straw man", I was a little confused.

Then he asked:

"Master, what is an undead strawman?"

The master took a few broken straws, stood up slowly, and then said in a deep voice:

"The origin of this mother and son ghost may not be as simple as I imagined.

Behind this, I am afraid there is also a human factor. ”

When I heard this, I was even more puzzled.

But he didn't speak, just looked at the master in disbelief.

"In my early years, when I followed my master to the rivers and lakes, I encountered a kind of evil art in the southern Xinjiang area......"

"Sorcery?"

I was surprised.

Master nodded, and then fell into the memory.

Master said that the sorcery would chop up and dry the body after death.

And at the beginning of spring of the following year, the dried carcass scraps and dung are mixed together and planted with rice seeds.

Once the seeds germinate, they are covered with a black film and are not allowed to bask in the sun.

Only at night, let it shine in the moonlight.

And through some strange watering methods, help it grow.

The survival rate of rice grown in this way is not high.

But once the rice survives, it will become very thick and weird.

Such rice only blooms and does not bear fruit.

After the flowers are gone, cut off the rice stalks and dry them in the shade.

Finally, they were tied together to make a scarecrow, and the eyes, nose and mouth were painted with snake blood.

Then the soul of the corpse will come back, attach itself to the scarecrow, and become one.

The scarecrow will come back to life, and the scarecrow will be dressed in clothes and shoes.

Every night, you will become like a living person.

But if you want to maintain this state, you have to keep absorbing popularity.

The more time passes, the more like a living person, even without fear of wind and sun.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but "pop" in my heart, and I felt a little frightened.

You must know that the soul is a wisp of breath and a smoke.

It's okay to have someone to worship, but if no one worships, you can only drift in the wind, and when you encounter the scorching sun, you will melt.

But according to Master's statement, isn't that such a straw man, and in the end, he really "lived"?

"Master, you say so.

Isn't the corpse of this mother and son ghost a straw?

Do the scarecrows want their mother and son to come back to life? ”

I was surprised.

Master said "um":

"For now, it should be like this."

I took a breath and thought of the rotten-faced little female ghost who suddenly said "Daddy is coming back" before she died.

I feel that this guy who is an "immortal straw man" may be the husband and father of the rotten mother and son.

Maybe it's because of the thought of the dead that such an evil method was used.

Thinking of this, I told Master what the ghost of the little girl with a rotten face said when she was scattered.

After hearing this, the master frowned:

"I really didn't expect that there are still people in our place who know this kind of southern Xinjiang evil art.

But how is it possible for a dead person to really come back to life?

It's just self-deception and harm to others! ”

"Master, what should we do next? Do you want to find that person? ”

I asked.

The master shook his head:

"Find? Where can I find it?

We've done what we need to do.

This kind of evil magic will damage the great yin virtue.

Sooner or later, eat cause and effect, and suffer retribution. ”

After speaking, the master picked up a burnt black wooden stick on the ground.

A few words were written on the ground; Emperor of Heaven, the sun and the moon are normal.

After writing, Master clapped his hands:

"Leave a message for the man, and hope that the man will come to his senses. Let's go! ”

When I saw that Master had given up, I didn't speak again.

After all, my ability is limited, and I can't meddle with things.

"Hmm", and followed the master downstairs.

After leaving the murderous building, he glanced back.

It still looked eerie and panicked, shivering, and got out of the fence.

Leaving the alley, it was already eleven o'clock.

I asked Master for half a day off, saying that I would go to the factory tomorrow to handle my resignation and go to see Brother Chen.

Master nodded in agreement and asked me to go back to work in the afternoon after I finished my resignation.

As for tonight, let me not think about it.

After that, Master hitchhiked back to the shop.

I walked down the old road and back to the rental house.

Treat the wound on your arm, lie on the bed after washing, and can't sleep for a long time.

Although Master told me not to think about tonight.

But in my mind, I can't stop flashing pictures of what happened tonight.

There is also that southern Xinjiang evil art, the immortal grass man.

I couldn't sleep, so I searched for it on my phone.

I want to find some information about the dilapidated building on the Internet.

Yes, but there are very few, not even names.

It's just a side report that the mother and son are divorced families and have no relatives.

The little girl seemed to have leukemia.

Because he couldn't bear the double pressure of life and illness, the portable baby committed suicide.

I don't know if it's true, but if it's true, they seem to be quite pathetic......

Putting down the phone, I feel that in addition to not making money, there is a lot of helplessness in this world.

In retrospect, death is not the end.

It's just a new beginning!

In the city under the cover of night, there are still many strange things after death.

It was a long time before I fell asleep.

Although I went to bed late, when I woke up the next day, I felt full of energy.

The groggy feeling before is gone, and the person is full of energy.

The self in the mirror is also radiant, how can there be a trace of fatigue?

After getting dressed, I went straight out and took the bus to the factory......