"Mr. Zhang, Grandpa Zhang's departure was really sudden, and we are deeply heartbroken as juniors. Coincidentally, I know that there is a 'Fayuan Temple' in the suburbs of Bincheng where the incense is very effective, can you ask Grandpa Zhang's birthday? When I go to the temple to offer incense, I want to help Grandpa Zhang pray for blessings and pray that he will be well in Huangquan!"

It turns out that if I lie, I can also do it without blushing or white.

"This kid really has a heart!"

Zhang Dingwen did not have the slightest doubt, and directly told Zhang Yu's birthday the truth.

"In 1939, on the seventh day of the seventh month of the lunar calendar, at 3:12 p.m. ”

After sitting for a while, we said goodbye to Zhang Dingwen and left Zhang's house.

"What's the catch, sister?" I asked tentatively.

Big wave occupational diseases generally calculate Zhang Yu's numerology in an instant.

"Thunder and fire, water life, bone weight three taels or two dollars. In his early years, he worked hard, and his wife was killed, and his children were thin

, run for the life of longevity. ”

The thumb of her right hand kept tapping on the joints of the other fingers. I don't know what to pinch for.

Suddenly, I saw the big wave suddenly stop, full of suspicion, and his eyes were complicated.

On the way back to Huangquan Dumpling Restaurant, Da Lang didn't say a word, only his fingers sticking to his nails kept drawing circles on his legs.

"Sister Beauty, what is the situation, is my father saved?"

Da Lang shook his head helplessly, "I'll talk about it when I go back to the dumpling restaurant, I'm afraid I'll have to invite my grandfather out of the mountain." ”

......

When I returned to the dumpling restaurant, it was already afternoon, and there were no customers in the store.

The big wave made the man with glasses inform Niu Baiye to come to work immediately, she needed to know the specific details of the old ghost Yu and the paper woman last night.

From time to time, Niu Baiye hurried over, and behind him was an old man in a white tunic with a silver sheep's horn beard.

This goatee old man is not tall and slightly chubby. However, the body is very straight, especially the pure white tunic suit, which has no wrinkles at all, and is spotlessly clean. At first glance, it is a very particular old antique.

When Da Lang saw him, he pounced on him and shouted: "Grandpa, it seems that there was trouble in our store last night!"

"Huh?"

I'm a little frightened by this word, I've seen it in horror novels before, it's the embodiment of a very resentful female ghost, who kills people without blinking, and likes to harm people's lives the most, looking for a substitute for himself.

Old Man Su waved his hand. "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid! ”

I had no choice but to repeat what I had experienced in detail.

Da Lang continued: "We just went to Zhang's house, and we felt strange. There was not the slightest ghost smell in the whole room, but there was a faint, faint fishy smell. I calculated Zhang Yu's birth date for the first time, and his soul sense was as weak as a gossamer, so it stands to reason that he should have left the world. ”

"Leaving the world?" I wondered.

"It's that I've gone to Huangquan and been reincarnated. ”

"Impossible!"

I strongly disagree.

"Early this morning, I saw the old ghost come out of my father's hospital room. Immediately after that, my father lost control and was taken to the emergency room. ”

Old Man Su was very calm when he heard this, and asked me gently.

"How can you be sure that the back you saw this morning is the old ghost from last night, and he spoke to you?"

"No!" I shook my head.

"But I saw his figure, a retro black Tang suit, exactly like what he wore last night. And my mother also confirmed that Zhang Yu went to my father's hospital room in the early morning to chat, and the two of them chatted for a long time. ”

"That's not right!"

Old Man Su slapped the dining table suddenly, and there was a loud 'ping'. The old guy was full of anger, and even the fat on Niu Baiye's face trembled.

"Zhang Yu is just a little ghost who just died, except for people with yin and yang eyes who can see his existence, how can ordinary people see him? and talk to him!"

"What does that mean?" I thought, confused.

The big wave suddenly grabbed the old man's arm.

"Grandpa, are you saying that the ghost that this younger brother is looking at this morning is not Zhang Yu, but an evil ghost pretending to be Zhang Yu and haunting the hospital?"

Old Man Su nodded affirmatively, his face facing me.

"Tell me your father's birth date, young man, and I'll suppress his soul with a spell for the time being. Otherwise, it's too late, the evil ghost will take the soul, and your father's life will really not be guaranteed. ”

My brain can't hear much anymore. Only the words "life in danger" echoed in my ears.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses hurriedly found a pen and paper from the counter and handed it to me. Let me write down my father's birthday.

The big waves also had the command of the eye, and Niu Baiye moved the incense case from the back kitchen to the front hall.

Prepared incense burner sandalwood, yellow paper cinnabar, wooden sword rice wine. Everything is the same as in the old Hong Kong films.

Old Man Su asked me to kneel down in front of the incense case, and I did as I was told, lowering my neck and not daring to look up.

I saw a big wave from the LV bag, took out a multi-functional Swiss Army knife, grabbed my left hand, and cut a bloody wound on the left index finger.

The intense pain spread in my fingertips in an instant, and it was said that ten fingers were connected to the heart, and this woman was not light or heavy, and suddenly broke my skin, and she didn't squeak in advance.

Big Wave held my fingers in one hand and a small dish of cinnabar in the other, and let the blood on my middle finger flow into the cinnabar, drop by drop.

"You want to lock your father's soul with the blood of your loved ones, are you sure that you are your father's own child?" The big waves fluttered with a pair of big watery eyes, and said the most speechless words with the most innocent expression.

When? This coquettish monster can still ask such a brainless question. I glanced at her in disgust.

"Absolutely. ”

Old Man Su took away the cinnabar dripping with my blood, mixed the cinnabar and blood with a brush, and with a stroke of the pen, he drew a strange spell on the yellow paper.

followed by the practice of opening the altar, which is quite similar to the dancing god in the TV series. They all started with a peachwood sword and made random comparisons, but looking at the old man's flowing posture, it didn't look like he was fooling.

Then use the top of the wooden sword to provoke a charm, and the words are vibrating in your mouth. It turned out that the big waves of gibberish were the 'genetic diseases' left by his ancestors.

Immediately afterwards, Niu Baiye handed Old Man Su a particularly modern windproof lighter.

It stands to reason that the yellow charms in the TV series are all spontaneously combusted?

The old man lit the charm with a lighter, and the small page of yellow paper turned into a handful of dust.

He pointed at me, "Eat this lump of ashes, young man, and don't have any left." ”

Could it be that this old man is playing tricks on me? The ashes are piled up on the ground, and there is nothing left. Don't you want me to lie on the ground and lick it?

Big Wave helped me get a bottle of Fat Boy Happy Water, quipped. "Oh, hurry up, it's not clean, it's not sick. ”

I saw the ghosts last night and know that there are many things in this world that science can't explain. For the sake of his father, he didn't care what he was clean and buried, so he had to do as he was told.

I knelt on the ground, crawled to the side of the handful of paper ashes, stretched out my fingers to pinch, and could not grasp anything, only two fingers of plaster.

I had no choice but to stick out my tongue and lie on the ground little by little, licking the ashes clean.

Luckily, the tip of my tongue was nimble enough, and my tongue drew circles back and forth on the floor tiles, sending the ashes into my mouth little by little. A mouthful of bitter and bloody ash foamed my mouth.

I contorted my face and looked at the big waves.

"Sister, don't you usually sweep the floor in the store? Why did I still eat a long hair. ”

The big wave unscrewed the Coke for me, put it to my mouth, and fed me to drink.

"It's not your own home, how can it be so clean? Hurry up, you haven't finished licking it yet! Go on!"

"I'm done!"

I looked painfully at the porcelain-white floor tiles in front of me, and the small area was already so white that I could almost reflect the light.

"I'm talking about your fingers!"

Big Wave pointed to my right hand, which I had just pinched the ashes.

"Clean your paws, put them all in your belly, and leave nothing left. ”

Oh my god! I forgot about it.

I reluctantly stretched out my right hand, stuffed my thumb and index finger into my mouth, and thought about it before I went to the toilet and came out, as if I hadn't washed my hands. There was a faint salty smell on the two fingers, and even I was disgusted.