Everyone was in disbelief when they heard what I said and thought I was joking.

But when I took out the cinnabar pen and drew symbols on the pot, everyone realized something.

The night was very long, and it was only at midnight that I and everyone else went to the morgue where the third child's body was stored.

I spent 3,000 yuan to tell the security guard and ask him to turn off the surveillance in the morgue.

What happened next is not suitable for recording.

Open the morgue and lift off the white cloth.

The third child's body was lying inside.

There was no blood all over his body.

Fortunately, the forensic doctor performed sutures.

Except for some dense sutures on his face, everything looked peaceful.

Tang Qianwu's sobbing voice came from behind me. She had been trying to suppress herself, but now she finally couldn't control it.

The Rogue Alliance was founded by her, and now that the third child is dead, I'm afraid it won't exist in the future.

"Give me a hand and get the third child out."

I gave instructions to everyone, and together we moved the third child from the morgue to the open space aside, and then connected the power supply to the Yuanyang Pot.

Yuanyang pot is divided into left and right sides, left yang and right yin.

I ask everyone to stand on my side, which is the left.

"Brother, what are you going to do?" Sister Bai was confused and asked in a low voice in my ear.

I didn't answer immediately, but followed the hot pot restaurant's method of warming the pot. After the pot was hot, I started adding condiments into it.

Red soup comes from a yang pot, white soup comes from a white pot.

In the Bashu area, this is a way of "seeing the yin".

Feng shui masters there generally believe that the Yuanyang pot is nicknamed "Yin Yang pot" and if you cook it in a special way, you can see your deceased relatives.

The premise is that you have to find a place with strong yin energy in the middle of the night to set up this mandarin duck pot.

The hospital itself has a strong negative atmosphere, and the morgue is more suitable.

I explained to everyone while unloading the ingredients.

After hearing what I said, everyone felt a little mysterious.

But seeing that I was so sure, they all became quiet and watched my every move.

It was my first time to use the Yin-Yang pot, but I had mastered all the techniques. After all the ingredients were placed, I said to the corpse of the third child: "Sanwa, Sanwa, if you can hear me,

, then you show up to eat the pot, we have prepared what you like to eat for you."

Thinking about it, thinking about it.

I raised my voice and shouted in a sinister way: "San'er, San'er, look back at this world and see the relatives who miss you~~"

"San'er, San'er, where is the soul energy scattered? Withered form is an empty tree! Gains and losses are no longer known, right and wrong can be felt safely! After thousands of years, who knows the glory and disgrace!"

"But I hate that when I was alive, I couldn't drink enough, I couldn't get enough!!"

It was almost done, so I stopped.

Did not continue.

There is another requirement for supporting Yin Yang pot.

Summoning souls alone is not enough.

The person who passed away must also be concerned about the human world and be reluctant to leave, so he will show up to eat the pot.

The living eat red soup and the dead eat white soup. Before finishing the hot pot meal, two people separated by yin and yang can meet each other briefly.

I don't know if the third child is still obsessed with the human world. If not, he may not be able to hear my call.

When Jie Se saw that I was silent, he murmured from behind: "Brother, your two lines are very interesting in singing, just like a eunuch."

This kid really can't speak.

I glared at him, took out the chopsticks and bowls, distributed them to everyone, and then sat quietly in front of the Yuanyang pot, waiting for the third child.

At the same time, everyone was told that they could only eat the red soup, which is the side dishes in the Yangguo, and they should not touch the things in the white soup.

If a living person eats the white soup, he will become a mandarin duck with the dead person, and from then on there will be no distinction between yin and yang.

Time passed little by little.

The morgue is very quiet.

Until the soup in the pot starts to boil.

Then I saw the chopsticks and bowl placed next to the Yin pot gradually floating in the air, and a piece of meat in the pot was picked up.

This move shocked everyone.

Sister Bai lightly covered her mouth: "Oh my god..."

Li Hongyue said with a trembling voice: "This..."

Tang Qianwu's face turned pale: "Lao San, is that you?"

No response.

Those pair of chopsticks kept picking up the meat and putting it in the bowl.

I turned around and told everyone: "Use your chopsticks and eat more so that the third child can talk to you, otherwise you can't see him."

Jiese took the initiative and said, "I'll go first."

He picked up a piece of cabbage, put it into the bowl, sucked it in three times, made a few pieces of potatoes, and ate it with relish.

Sudden.

He trembled all over and started talking to himself.

"Old, third child?"

"Can you hear me?"

"Okay, okay, as long as you can hear me."

"No, everyone is around. They haven't eaten. You can only see me. I will let them eat now. You eat slowly."

Jiese's eyes were slightly red, and he turned to look at us and said, "Everyone, the third child said he misses us, so let's eat quickly."

We all nodded and started serving each other food.

Li Hongyue kept adding vegetables to the pot. The steaming mandarin duck pot made the temperature in the morgue rise a few points.

After eating for nearly two or three minutes, we clearly saw a translucent figure on the other side of the Yin Pot.

It was the third child.

But at this time, he looked a little scary.

The head was half deflated, the eyes were still hanging out, and only one mouth was intact, feeding food into it.

My hands and feet were also bent irregularly.

Bones and stuff are exposed.

"The third child..."

Even I can't help but feel a little red in my eyes.

"The fourth child, the eldest sister, Sister Bai."

The third child greeted us one by one with a kind smile on his face.

Tang Qianwu cried out: "Lao San, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. I couldn't keep you, and I couldn't do what I promised you..."

The third child smiled and said, "Sister, it's okay. You often tell me that birth, old age, sickness and death are human nature."

"Third brother, I have done everything I wanted to do in my life, and I have no regrets."

"Being able to join the League of Rogues has been my lifelong blessing. My only wish is that after the 100 Hope Primary Schools are built, everyone can leave my name on them."

After hearing this, Tang Qianwu and Sister Bai finally burst into tears.

I listened silently and didn't speak.

The third child talked to himself again, saying some things related to his life experience, and hoped that we could take the time to go back and pay homage to his mother.

When a person is about to die, his words are also good.

I wrote down these requirements word for word.

Then, the third child told us his bank card password and asked us to withdraw all the money in it. It was his lifetime wealth and donated it to the children in impoverished mountainous areas to keep them fed and clothed.
Chapter completed!