When we got there, the first thing we saw was a container car. The car was closing, and we only had time to look at the huge coffin head covered with gold for a few seconds. Beside the car, Lao Song was smiling and his eyes were narrowed.

Sewn. What made him look like this was the wad of money in his hand. They were all red tickets. A wad of money.

The cousin quickly asked: "Old Song, is this coffin going to be transported away?"

Lao Song counted the money and responded without raising his head: "Of course, it was originally made for the boss in Shanxi. His son passed the civil service examination, and he uses this promotion and wealth as a gift." (Send this kind of thing to a living person.

The coffin cannot be said to be a coffin, but to be promoted and make a fortune)

The three of us were confused. I quickly asked: "The gold on the head of the coffin is to suppress zombies."

Lao Song then looked up at me, watched the car drive away, and then said: "I am just a coffin maker for funerals. I don't know how to draw any paintings. I can only follow the portraits in "All Things Are Born"

The pattern of the talisman is painted. This can suppress zombies. Girl, do you understand this?"

The three of us looked at each other and blushed. This joke has become a big joke.

My cousin was the first to recover, and he chuckled: "We have to leave beforehand."

When the three of us got back to the car, I started muttering, scolding my cousin for not being good at his business, and even saying that it was a talisman to suppress zombies.

My cousin scolded me, and one of my own assumptions was that it must be a zombie. I kept him busy for two days, but it was not my self-righteous conclusion.

My cousin didn’t know who to help. By the time the car returned to the city, the conflict had escalated. My cousin followed him, and I went home angrily.

When I was standing in front of the elevator waiting for the elevator, the elevator arrived. A few neighbors came out. One of them was a stranger, wearing a gray and black jacket, with his head lowered. I was still angry with my cousin, so I didn't pay much attention. When I arrived

At the door of my house, I saw a small doll made of bamboo rags. It was five or six centimeters tall and rough in workmanship. If it were in the past, I would have thought it was a child's failed handiwork. But now, I have experienced so many things.

, I vaguely feel that this doll is not that simple.

Chapter 19 Bamboo Stick Man

Looking at the little bamboo stick man, I felt depressed. How should I deal with it? But leaving it at the door of my house would never work.

I didn’t know if I could just hold it like this. I hesitated, opened my backpack and rummaged around, and the only suitable tool I could find was the wet wipes I used to wipe my baby’s face, hands, and butt. I held several of them.

The wet tissue carefully held the bamboo stick doll's head, then turned and went downstairs.

I knew it would be more appropriate to call my cousin at this time. Although he is a sixth-rate person, he knows a little more than me.

I came to the small garden. It was already noon. At this time, the old men and women in the garden had also gone home to make lunch. The children had also gone home to hide from the sun and prepare to take a nap.

I sat on the stone chair, put the bamboo stick doll on the stone table, and looked at her puzzled. What should I do with it? Burn it? No, if something happened to spell it, then it would be the same as the TV.

Same as above, was it burned together with someone? If that someone just happened to be me, wouldn’t I just have fun?

Lost it? No, if a dog bites it, wouldn’t the corresponding person also feel pain?

Buried? You cannot bury these Feng Shui things randomly. Buying them in the wrong place will cause bad Feng Shui.

Just leave it alone and ignore it? No, if a child uses it as a game, that wouldn't be worse.

Just when I was hesitating, I saw a mother holding the same bamboo stick doll and throwing it into the trash can with an angry look on her face. She also cursed in a low voice: "Why is there such a thing?"

I immediately shouted: "Sister Lin, what's wrong with that baby?" They were all neighbors, full-time wives, and we could still exchange a few words when we met.

Sister Lin looked at the doll in front of me and immediately shouted: "Don't let the children touch that. I don't know who naughtyly placed several of those dolls in the community. The child looked at it in fun and reached out to get the bamboo stick.

It’s not sharpened yet, it’s sharp and it bleeds when touched. Why are you still holding it? Throw it away.”

"Sister Lin, are your dolls placed at the door of your house?"

"Yes, I saw it right after I took my son to piano lessons."

It turns out that I am not the only one, there are several people in the community who have received such dolls, and this doll seems to be able to easily make people bleed. Isn’t it often shown on TV? A master Taoist priest can control a doll with just a little hair and blood.

Man. If someone can make a kid in the dark, he must be a master.

I hurriedly asked: "Sister Lin, when is your hamburger's birthday?"

Sister Lin told me a new calendar time and hurried home to make lunch. I hurriedly took out my mobile phone and checked it out. Apart from being a bit arrogant, Du Niang also knew a lot of things. After a while

I found it. The little boy named Hamburg was born on a pure yin day. I am not sure whether it was a pure yin hour, because Sister Lin did not tell me what time she gave birth to hamburger.

The matter was serious and I couldn't help but contact my cousin. Even though I was arguing with him, I shamelessly called him.

He still had a conscience and didn't leave me alone.

At the same time, he also said that this was his first time encountering such a thing and he wanted to call his second uncle for business consultation.

So the dinner at our house that day became a discussion meeting. I was feeding the baby, while my brother, cousin, and cousin were all eating and drinking at the table and talking. The saliva was flying everywhere.

The cousin said: "I don't know the specific scientific name of this kind of doll. My dad has only heard about it. It is said that it can control someone by being stained with human blood. It is a kind of Taoism. What kind of ghost is this? We usually use

There is no way to control it with any method. It itself is a Taoist magic weapon. However, the threat of this kind of doll can still be eliminated by using the principle of Feng Shui position and the mutual restraint of the five elements."

My cousin said: "Isn't that just a battle of wits?"

My brother said: "The opponent is a master, can we fight? Why don't we ask Uncle Li to come over and take a look."

The cousin said: "Let's try it ourselves first. If it doesn't work, we can go to Uncle Li. You must also trust me."

I said: "Because you are too unbelievable. Didn't you say yesterday that the coffin head is definitely a talisman to suppress zombies? It turns out..."

My brother yelled at me: "Stop talking! No one is allowed to mention that matter again." My cousin had already told him what happened this morning.

I fed the baby and handed it over to my aunt, who asked her to take the baby to my mother's place to play. There are some things that it's better not to let the aunt know, as well as my baby. I don't want to think that if I don't become a teacher in the future, my baby will.

Master.

I said: "Known 1, the other party is a master of systematic Taoism. Known 2, he is now trying to harm boys with pure yin destiny or girls with pure yang destiny. Known 3, all his actions are

Near us. Thus launching..."

"When did your inference turn out to be correct?" my cousin immediately interrupted me.

I rolled my eyes at him and continued: "He can choose a few boys with pure yin destiny or girls with pure yang destiny in our community to put bamboo stick dolls in front of their homes. He definitely knows the birthdays and horoscopes of these children. Who is this person?

Maybe you know our birthdays and horoscopes?"

My cousin said: "Police. Police in charge of household registration."

I said: "The birthday in my household registration book is five days later than my real birthday. This is incorrect. I think it is the God of Death. When the God of Death can see people, their names and the time of birth and death are floating on their heads.

of."

My brother knocked me on the head: "You watch too many cartoons!"

"Wait, wait, wait." I gave him such a knock, and suddenly thought of some important issues. I knocked on the bowl and said: "There is another important point. The man in the dark has made several pure Yin fates or pure

Yang Ming's people have died. We know that there are several, so there may be some that we don't know. But he still continues to do this? Why? In order to wake up the zombies, we need to refine the imps. There are so many imps. If it is reversed,

He's eaten it ten times and it's enough."

The cousin said: "He didn't succeed."

"A master sometimes fails." I said it with pride, and then concluded: "I think so. He is at the same level as us. If you want to know this society, what kind of master would you want to find? In the novel

Go find it. So, he is just a rookie who picked up a Taoist book on the road. He is afraid of hair."

The cousin looked at him, nodded, and said, "I think you've read too many novels."

"I...hum!" These three men have no logic at all! For such a wonderful inference, they don't even want to applaud, but they still attack people like this. Be careful that I won't be the only light for them next time.

Angrily, I picked up the food and went to the room to watch the baby play. I allowed the three of them to continue chatting.

It was quiet when I heard a noise, followed by the sound of someone running. My cousin ran into the room and said to me: "Someone is about to jump off the building, hurry up and watch the excitement."

Wow! It’s fun to watch! In less than a minute, our whole family went downstairs. Dear friends, don’t criticize people like us who watch the fun. In reality, if there is such a fun again, I think many people will go like us.

Take a look.

At this time, outside the balcony anti-theft net on the fifteenth floor of the building in front of us, a child was holding the stainless steel branch and standing on the edge of the balcony, looking as if he was about to jump off. Only a child that big can do that.

Got out of the anti-theft net.

That was Sister Lin's home, and the child was Sister Lin's child who told me about the bamboo stick doll today. His nickname was Hamburg, and he was a four-year-old boy.

A four-year-old boy can jump off a building? It's enough to say he's playful. But what's strange is that he's standing on the balcony, facing outward. The balcony is raised, so we can't see clearly what's going on inside. We went downstairs.

At that time, the police also came. Some police officers rushed upstairs, and some police officers shouted with loudspeakers to disperse the nearby residents. The security guard of the property had brought several large quilts, and the kind-hearted aunt also brought several quilts.

.A few security guards also pulled out a large sheet so that they could catch the child if it really fell.
Chapter completed!