Chapter 3: Ink Bucket Corpse

"Live... A living corpse? I looked at the old man, and an idea popped into my head.

My grandfather once taught me that it's not just corpse chasers who let dead bodies move.

There is also a saying among the people that the corpse is fraudulent.

And the corpse scammer is not terrifying at first, he will only repeat what he longed for every day.

I had seen two corpses in the village with my grandfather.

Once, it was the second aunt and his man, a complete gambler, who was guarding the spirit here, and the body was gone, but he was caught at the card game at the head of the village.

The second time was Lao Yangtou, and the family was guarding the spirit, but the old man made it and ate tribute.

This kind of living corpse is not dangerous at first, but after seven days, it will be a different face.

It is necessary to quickly tie the corpse to the willow tree and burn it when the corpse is being struck to resolve the crisis.

This Zhao Ertian in front of me, if I was not mistaken, I am afraid that it is this kind of living corpse.

"Big brother, did your father have a serious illness recently? Did you almost die, and then you were alive again? ”

I looked at the boss in front of me and spoke again.

"Yes and what? That shows that our old man is blessed with a great life! Zhao Laosan still had a bad face.

"Isn't there anyone in your village who knows how to do it? This is obviously wrong old man, if seven days pass, it will be difficult to deal with! ”

I tried hard to persuade him, but Zhao Laosan only had a face full of anger.

"You don't get angry yet, you hurry up and get out of me, otherwise I'm not going to be polite to you!"

"My old man has been jumping around for more than a week, using you to talk nonsense here?"

Zhao Laosan obviously didn't understand anything, he was a threat to me, and he wanted to do it.

Seeing that I couldn't move him, I stopped being bored with myself, but turned around and left the pork stall.

Listening to Zhao Laosan's meaning, Zhao Ertian has been healing from illness for exactly a week now,

If what my grandfather taught me is correct, then I'm afraid something will happen to the Zhao family tonight.

But now that I don't care what I say, Zhao Laosan can't listen to it.

I didn't eat anything when I went out in the morning, so I bought two oil cakes at the market, and waited until Zhao Laosan closed the stall before following him to find a residence.

The house is all red bricks and new tiles, and the steps are made of cement.

You must know that in those days, most of the stones were taken from the river and mixed with cement.

Those who can afford to use red bricks are relatively wealthy families.

It was already dark, and I twisted the small wooden sign in my hand, wondering if I was in the wrong place or if I had been tricked by the woman.

Now the weather is warmer, but the night is still a little cold.

I squatted at the door of someone's house, like a beggar who had no home to return to, and the more I thought about it, the more aggrieved I felt.

As soon as he got up to leave, he heard a scream from inside the house.

"Come on! Come on!! ”

Hearing the shouts from inside, I rushed in with the guy in my bag.

But the door was tied inside, and it couldn't be knocked open.

I was in a hurry, when suddenly a little daughter-in-law opened the door from the inside.

"What's going on? Did something happen to your old man? I looked at the woman with the rain and hurriedly asked.

"Yes, yes, my father-in-law, my father-in-law wants to eat my mother-in-law!" The little daughter-in-law was so frightened that her face turned pale, and her voice trembled.

At this time, I didn't have the heart to evaluate who was good-looking between the little daughter-in-law and Cuihua, so I hurriedly rushed inside.

After passing the courtyard, I saw that the lights in the house were bright, and Zhao Laosan was dancing in a hurry.

"Dad, Dad, what are you doing here! Hurry up and let go! ”

"You can't do this when my mother makes you angry, let's have something to say!"

Zhao Laosan squatted on the ground, trying hard to separate the two people.

I rushed through the door to take a closer look.

At this moment, Zhao Ertian's face was bruised, and he was biting the old lady's neck, and blood was slowly flowing down his mouth.

The old lady tried to breathe with her mouth open, but it was obvious that she was dying.

"Don't shout, your dad is no longer alive, if you rub it for a while, the old couple can be buried together!"

I looked at Zhao Laosan, who was still fighting, and felt a little stupid.

As soon as Zhao Laosan turned his head and saw me, it was like seeing a savior.

"Master, master, what's going on! My dad was fine during the day! ”

"At that time, the three souls had not left the body, and now the three souls have left the body."

"It's the three corpses and nine insects that control your dad!"

I looked at Zhao Ertian in front of me, although I knew how to deal with it, but when I met it for the first time, I couldn't help but feel a little flustered.

People have three souls and seven spirits, and corpses have three corpses and nine insects.

The three souls are the fetal light, the cool spirit, and the ghostly spirit.

After a person dies, the fetus enters the sky, the ghost enters the earth, and the cool spirit will become the 'ancestral inheritance' and stay in front of the tomb.

It's like we say that everyone will be reincarnated, so if your ancestors are all reincarnated, who are you worshipping your ancestors?

In fact, what we worship is the cool spirit of the three souls, which is more like a belief in blood inheritance, also called the human soul.

The reason why the old man deceived the corpse was not dead was because the fetal light and the ghost spirit were gone, but the cool spirit was still in the body.

Now that the first seven have passed, as soon as Shuang Ling left, the three corpses and nine insects began to control the body.

"Master, hurry up, my mother can't hold it anymore!"

Zhao Laosan was so anxious that he couldn't do it.

"Don't be in a hurry, if you let this thing escape, this Qingyuanzhuang may suffer."

"Lingguan Town Gate, ink fountain enclosure, guard this place first!"

I looked at Zhao Laosan on the side, and took out the statue of Wang Lingguan from my bag, as well as a roll of ink fountains.

The general corpse is that the person has just died, and it was not so dangerous at that time, this Zhao Ertian has already changed the corpse, and things are not so simple.

Wang Lingguan is the first protector of the Dharma, the great spiritual official of Dutian picket, and the selfless and fierce general of the Three Realms.

Place it on the door, and the spirits will never dare to approach.

And the ink fountain is to strengthen the insurance.

When Zhao Laosan was busy with these, I took out a few jujube cores from my bag.

This thing is a corpse vent, and it is something that the three corpse gods are more afraid of.

Seeing that the old lady was already out of breath and out of breath, I directly threw the three jujube cores into Zhao Ertian's mouth along the gap.

"Ah!!h

It's just that at this moment, Zhao Ertian directly let go of his mouth and got up, white smoke came out of his mouth, and the room was filled with a smell of burning.

The folds on the corpse's face were like the bark of a dead tree, and the lips were purple-black, which was terrifying.

Without the bounce in film and television dramas, Zhao Ertian pounced directly on me as if he had rabies.

The first time I faced this situation, I was also panicked, so I grabbed a handful in my bag.

To the corpse is to throw out.

A copper coin sword grazed the corpse's face and fell to the ground.

Although it was only a passing face, the corpse's face was as shriveled as a punctured ball at that moment.

Zhao Ertian shouted and ran away from the door.

Looking at the back of the corpse, I didn't react for a long time.

"Didn't I ask you to put up a statue of the spirit officer? How did he get out? ”

"I posted it! I also specially pasted it upside down with the word Tifu! Zhao Laosan pointed to the head-down statue of the Lingguan on the door, which was also a little wronged.

"What about the ink fountain?"

"The ink bucket is also here, I keep my mind down and wait for him to come and trip him up!"

Zhao Laosan looked at the ink fountain line that was close to the ground, and stared at a pair of eyes full of wisdom.

If the idol is upside down, how can the spirit come here?

The ink fountain is close to the ground, and it is stepped over in one step, how can you stop people?

I looked at the full moon in the sky with a small corner missing, and sighed heavily.

"It's over, I'm afraid something big is going to happen to Qingyuanzhuang!"