At this moment, Mrs. Wu turned over and got out of bed again, lit a candle, and saw Wu Dacheng in horror, his eyes were dull, and his face was open.

Mrs. Wu said, what are you talking nonsense? You're sleepy. How can there really be bull heads and horse noodles?

Wu Dacheng said, Madam, I can't live. His body was indeed trembling, looking sickly or weak.

Mrs. Wu asked suspiciously, why are you sick?

Wu Dacheng, who was lying on the bed, bent his body and convulsed, and saliva was still flowing from his mouth. Mrs. Wu took a towel and wiped it for him, and counted it down, it was really bad to ask Lang Zhong to come and see you in the middle of the night.

Mrs. Wu went from irritable to anxious, and looked at Wu Dacheng fearfully and said, "Official, you hold on, as soon as the morning dawns, I will go to invite Wu Langzhong at the west end of the alley."

Wu Dacheng's lips were squirming, he couldn't speak, his saliva was flowing more, and his eyes were rolling.

Mrs. Wu told herself that she couldn't wait until dawn, so I went to invite Wu Langzhong at the west end of the alley.

She immediately lit a candle and hurried out of the bedroom.

After a while, Mrs. Wu came to the courtyard gate of Wu Langzhong's house and kept knocking on the door, shouting non-stop: Wu Langzhong, get up quickly to see a doctor, Wu Zhifu has a sudden illness......

It was about half an hour before she heard footsteps in the courtyard, followed by an echo: Oh! It's coming, it's coming.

Mrs. Wu saw a person carrying a medicine box approaching by candlelight, and then opened the courtyard door and appeared in front of her.

Of course, Mrs. Wu knew that he was Wu Xunzhong, so she said, I'm sorry to disturb your sleepiness at such a late hour.

Wu Langzhong said that it should be. Wu Zhifu donated money to build roads and bridges for our village, and also built a temple on the west slope, he is a great benevolent person, I am too late to thank him as the people of Wuzhuang, and now he is sick, I treat him, a hundred should.

At this time, the candle that Mrs. Wu held in her hand was half-burned, and she waved her hand and said, then please ask Wu Langzhong to go to the doctor.

Wu Langzhong nodded, took a few steps, and heard the first rooster crow. The back rope of the medicine box he was carrying suddenly broke, and the medicine utensils were scattered all over the ground. He frowned and picked it up, tied the back strap again, but whispered in his mouth, it is not lucky to travel so early!

Mrs. Wu squatted down and lit a bright candle in her hand, illuminated Wu Langzhong's medical utensils, carried the medicine box again, and hurried on the road again.

Soon, Mrs. Wu and Wu Langzhong hurried to the courtyard gate of Wu Dacheng's prefect's house, a candle in her hand was almost burned out, and there was a burning sensation on her fingers with turbid tears. She quickly took another candle from her pocket and lit it. And he blew out the slight flame that had burned into a broken candle in his hand. Unexpectedly, a candle that had just been lit was also blown out, and she had to take out a match and light one to light it again.

Wu Langzhong said, don't panic, take your time.

Mrs. Wu said that people are easy to panic when they are in a hurry.

At this time, Mrs. Wu opened the courtyard door, and walked straight into the house with Wu Langzhong, passing through the middle hall. The west-facing room is a bedroom with an open door. As they walked over, there was a dead silence in the bedroom, and they couldn't hear Wu Dacheng's snoring on the bed, even a slight snoring.

Wu Langzhong put the medicine box on the table against the wall, immediately approached the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand to poke Wu Dacheng's nostrils, waited for a moment, and frowned. After that, he said in horror, madam, Governor Wu has no breath anymore.

Mrs. Wu approached the edge of the bed, held up the candle with a dim yellow luster, and found that Wu Dacheng's rolled eyes froze, so she pushed Wu Dacheng's still slightly warm body with one hand and cried loudly, Official, wake up! I asked Wu Langzhong to see a doctor for you, official, wake up! ……

Wu Langzhong stretched out his hand to pinch Wu Dacheng's people, but it was not helpful; He lifted the cover and touched his chest, but there was no movement of his breath. Then he retreated, picked up the medicine box on the table, shook his head at Mrs. Wu, who was still crying, and said, It's late, it's really late, even if Bian Que and Hua Tuo are alive right now, they don't have the power to return to heaven. Mrs. mourned, and Wu said goodbye.

Seven days and forty-nine days later, Wu Dacheng, who died of a sudden illness, was already "the last seven", but Mrs. Wu was still unsteady.

It was Sunday, and Mrs. Wu, who had not yet dried her tears and looked sad, appeared at the door of the Catholic Church. A female believer with a necklace decorated with a cross around her neck came to her.

And the woman said, Madam, is there anything wrong with coming here?

Mrs. Wu said, "I would like to ask the priest about something."

The woman said that the priest was in the church and would have to wait a while. After that, he left.

It was nearly noon, and the believers in the church went out in an orderly manner.

The female believer found Mrs. Wu, who was still hovering at the door, and led her into the lecture hall to meet the priest.

The priest asked, in a broken national voice, "Are you a believer?"

Mrs. Wu shook her head.

The priest was surprised and said, "I'm not a believer, what are you looking for me?"

Mrs. Wu replied, I have heard that your foreign priests can correct God and expel evil spirits. So I wanted to ask you one thing.

When the priest heard this, he was interested. He said, "What you said is right, just tell me everything."

Mrs. Wu said, my husband Wu Dacheng was a prefect before his death, and soon after returning to his hometown to retire, he died of a sudden illness. That's all!

The priest said, "When I see you dressed in white, I may be asking about this." You've found the right person! Not only can I tell you where your husband's soul is, but I can also bring your husband's soul back to meet and talk to you.

Mrs. Wu said, that's great. I was trying to talk to my husband.

The priest said, however, that you have to summon spirits to fulfill your wishes.

Mrs. Wu asked, are there any requirements?

The priest said that he would have to collect 1,500 yuan in cash before he could do this with you.

Mrs. Wu was stunned for a moment before she said, okay! When will it be delivered?

The priest said, "You can have sex today, and in three days I will bring your husband's soul to meet you and speak."

Mrs. Wu said, that's good! I'll go home and get 1,500 dollars. After leaving the talking hall, he muttered to himself again, the asking price of this foreign monk is too high!

In the afternoon of the same day, Mrs. Wu gritted her teeth and sent 1,500 yuan to the church and handed it to the priest.

On a sunny morning, the woman with a necklace adorned with a cross around her neck was quietly sweeping the floor at the door of the church with a broom. Suddenly hearing someone behind her "sigh", she looked back and saw that it was none other than Mrs. Wu, who had come three days earlier. Mrs. Wu was not wearing a plain dress this time, but a cheongsam, which looked graceful and luxurious, but there was still a trace of sadness on her face.

The female believer looked at her with a broom, smiled slightly, and asked, "Are you here to find the priest again?"

Mrs. Wu replied, yes. Where is Father Priest now?

The woman said he was reciting the Bible and praying in the church. You're just waiting outside! He'll come out.

Mrs. Wu nodded, and waited for almost an hour before she saw the priest come out of the church, and she greeted her. The priest frowned, and led her into the lecture hall and sat down.

The priest asked, "Do you still ask about your husband?"

Mrs. Wu replied, of course.

The priest said, "Your husband's name is Wu Dacheng, isn't it?"

Mrs. Wu pursed her nose and said "um".

The priest said, "I have found out the whereabouts of your husband."

Mrs. Wu was very interested, she said, then you can invite him to come, I want to ask him some information, he left too suddenly, many things have not been explained, especially some of the money and accounts he deposited in the bank I do not know, I want to ask clearly.

The priest said, "Madam, I am very sorry that your husband will not come."

Mrs. Wu said with a smirk, didn't you say that you could summon my husband's soul to meet and talk to me, why do you say that my husband can't come now?

The priest replied, "Madame, to tell you the truth, that in normal times I can summon the souls of the deceased to meet and speak with their relatives, and that your husband is in a special situation, and I cannot summon him, because he has been sent to hell.

Mrs. Wu shouted dissatisfiedly, you are talking nonsense, my husband is a great good man, after stepping down from the prefect's position, he returned to his hometown, built a road for our Wujiazhuang, built a bridge, and built a temple, how can he do any good deeds, how can he be sent to hell? The more he talked, the more excited he became, and he became very fierce. Then he said, "Mr. Priest, I have given you 1,500 dollars."

The priest looked at her and asked, "Do you want me to return you 1,500 yuan?"

Mrs. Wu said loudly, I suspect that you are deceiving me, and whether you retreat or not is secondary, you should not deceive me.

I can swear to God that I have not deceived you, said the priest. If I deceived you, it was tantamount to planting the seeds of hell, would I be so stupid?

Mrs. Wu continued to ask, "Mr. Father, how do you tell me to believe you?"

A wry smile appeared on the priest's face, and he rolled his eyes and muttered, "So be it! There is a female believer in our church, her husband Deng Min recently died of tuberculosis, so I will summon Deng Min's ghost and ask him to explain it to you. You'll have to wait another three days, though.

Mrs. Wu said, I have the right to believe you again. If not, Mr. Priest, you know that I am not easy to mess with.

The priest lowered his head and raised his hands, and said with certainty, "In three days, you will come back to this lecture hall, and I will accompany you to the end."