Mr. Xia just thought that this matter was very strange at the time, and did not associate the abnormality of his wife with these puppeteers, he saw that Mu Guiying's hair was long, so he put it on the small table near the bed, and planned to check it carefully after getting up the next morning, maybe it was too long to use, so the wood of the puppet's head was damp. Then he picked up all the fallen puppets, put them back in their places, and went back to sleep.

He told me that he is a person who lives a relatively regular life, especially when he is older, he goes to bed and gets up at about the same time every day, and has already formed a stable biological clock. When I was young, I learned puppet show with my elders, and I usually got up very early in the morning to practice morning exercises. Over the decades, this habit has not changed. A few times, my wife has not been normal at night recently, and she must have gotten up later than herself in the morning.

But when he woke up the next morning, he felt that someone was staring at him. When I looked closely, I found that my wife was sitting at the foot of her bed, looking at her with a strange expression. Mr. Xia said that he had lived with his wife for decades, and he had seen her ugly and ugly appearance, but there was no moment when it was as terrible as that morning, mainly because his wife looked at him at that time.

Mr. Xia said that the eyes were very hollow, and they seemed to be lifeless, like the eyes of a dead man, gray and white, and completely godless. And after he was startled, he pushed his wife's shoulder, and as soon as his wife was disturbed, he immediately woke up, and quickly said why he was sitting stupidly, could it be that he lost his mind for a while. Mr. Xia got out of bed in a daze, and suddenly caught a glimpse of "Mu Guiying" who he had placed on the small table the night before. Only then did I realize that my wife was sitting and looking at herself just now, exactly the same as the puppet "Mu Guiying".

This is nothing, those Yangmen female generals who were picked up and re-put away by themselves actually faced them all and looked at the position of their beds.

I turned my head to look at the other puppets on the side of the shelf, and since I didn't know much about the costumes and the colors of the flags, each of them seemed to me to be pretty much the same. I picked one up casually, turned the puppet's face to Mr. Xia, and asked, do you mean to look at you like this? Mr. Xia shook his head and said no, but his body didn't move, and his head turned 180 degrees.

I reached out and twisted the head of the puppet I was holding, and found that it was indeed moving. So I turned my head 180 degrees and asked him, is this what it looks like? Mr. Xia nodded and said yes. The puppet whose head has been turned around, even if there is nothing strange about its expression, still looks very strange and frightening. Mr. Xia said that he thought his wife did this at first, but after asking his wife, his wife said that he didn't remember, when he got up, why he sat at the end of the bed and stared at Mr. Xia.

So from this time on, Mr. Xia began to be a little scared. He began to realize that maybe all these strange phenomena were related to the haired "Mu Guiying" in front of him. From that day on, I paid special attention to my wife and those puppets, and found out about the situation on the first night. Because Mr. Xia deliberately kept himself awake that day, and tried to hold on until 3:15, after his wife suddenly sat up, Mr. Xia did not immediately appease his wife's emotions as usual, but immediately got out of bed, turned on all the lights in the room, and walked to the shelf where the puppets were placed. So at this time, he watched as all the puppeteers in the female generals of the Yang Sect, including She Saihua and Mu Guiying, almost all turned their heads at the same time and looked at him.

I was a little surprised, my mouth was half open, and I couldn't speak for a long time, and I stammered and asked him, do you mean, you watched them turn their heads, without external force? Mr. Xia nodded very firmly, and then said, and he was very sure that he was not dazzled at that time, let alone sleepy.

It was the first time he realized that his home might be haunted.

So the next day he told Mo Langzhong about it, and Mo Langzhong said that he would not deal with this kind of thing himself, but there were indeed people around him in this area, and since my master could not find anyone in Yunyou at the moment, this errand fell on my head.

I was a little apprehensive because I was in a position where I was, and although I was almost certain to be haunted, I had no clue. I felt an incredible emotion in my heart, far more than the fear that this incident had brought me. So I quickly imagined several possibilities in my mind, the biggest of which is that the puppeteer is equivalent to the little wooden figure in my bag, which actually provides a body for the lonely souls and wild ghosts around me to temporarily cling to. If that's the case, when a ghost is attached to a puppet, it's possible to manipulate the puppets that are otherwise able to move their joints.

Compared with Mr. Xia's wife, it is more like a kind of mental control, which is very similar to what happened to the eldest daughter of the neighboring Murata family two years ago, and it is also a sudden behavior that is not under his control, and after he wakes up, he has no impression of everything that happened before. If both of my guesses are true, it means that there are at least two ghosts, one controlling the living and one controlling the puppet. Mr. Xia's wife sat on the bed with the same action as the puppet on the table, as if a living person controlled the puppet in the air, so the movements were the same. Or on the contrary, it is the living who is controlled by the puppet.

When I think about it, I start to feel a little scary. So I asked Mr. Xia, where is your wife now, I want to see people first, before I see people, I can't promise you that I can really do this. Mr. Xia said, I fell asleep in the house over there, I closed the door when you came today, and on weekdays, there are only two of us in the house, and the door is generally not closed.

I looked around and saw the only door closed. It's about seven or eight paces from where I'm standing. And where I am standing is a wooden shelf with many puppets, that is, if the door is opened, from my point of view, I can see directly the bed in the room, and even the person on the bed.

In this way, I can probably imagine what it was like for the old lady to sit up from the bed and point to this side and scold. At the same time, I also noticed a detail, Mr. Xia said that he couldn't understand a word of the language that his wife scolded after he got up. As an old artist who runs the rivers and lakes, going south and north, the accents of various places can distinguish a few words, if even he can't understand a word, or he is speaking a foreign language, and this is obviously impossible, otherwise, it is a nonsense.

We have an idiom in China, called "ghost talk", which refers to a person's speech that is groundless, even out of nothing, absurd and bizarre. In later generations, the word was generally used as an adjective, but from some of the old books I have read, the concept of "ghost words" has been mentioned.

It's like any ghost, without the help of some special medium, although the two are in the same plane, but they can't communicate with each other verbally. However, people and ghosts can communicate with each other, which is seen as the result of the difference in the form of so-called expression. So in the eyes of those old-timers in ancient times, "ghost words" do exist, so Mr. Xia's wife, what she is talking about in her mouth, will it be "ghost words"?

So I put down the puppet in my hand, walked to the door, and opened it at once. What came to my face seemed to be a hot air, and the heat was accompanied by a fishy smell, damp smell, and the smell of traditional Chinese medicine that I had smelled on Mu Guiying's hair before, as if I was lighting a very hot stove in a closed environment, and the difference between the oncoming heat wave and the feeling outside the door was very obvious. It was precisely because of this heat wave that I realized that the room where we watched the puppets before was so cold in the middle of summer.

The room was very dark, but I was able to see what was going on. I saw the old lady facing the door, facing the wall, covered with a not too thick quilt, and seemed to be sleeping peacefully. So I turned my head and asked Mr. Xia, "Has your wife been sleepy a lot these days?" Mr. Xia said that it was not exactly, the first days were fine, but in the last week, the phenomenon of drowsiness is more obvious.

Recently, in addition to drowsiness, my wife has become very unhealthy. Sometimes I can even fall asleep while eating, and even when I am awake, I look drowsy. He remembered that when Mo Langzhong touched his wife's bones at the beginning, he mentioned that if he couldn't get through this hurdle, then he couldn't get over it at all, and there was no way to talk about it.

Mr. Xia said, so this time I invited Master Situ to come, if she can't save her, I'm afraid this period will be her last time. After saying that, his deeply wrinkled hand rubbed the corners of his eyes a few times. I feel a little sour in my heart, as a person like me, I often face life and death. It stands to reason that I should be more accustomed to this feeling than the average person, but it is difficult for me to do it, and maybe one day I will really become numb to it, and I will almost lose my humanity.

So Mr. Xia's words have raised me from simply helping people to the height of saving people's lives.