Damn, it's another lies, I've really heard enough! Ma Fugui will never tell a truth in his mouth.

I knew it in my mind, but I didn't immediately point out his lie, because I wanted to know who the old lady's real cause of death and the real murderer who killed her was.

"Ma Fugui, if it is useless, you don't need to say much. You asked me to come to your house to deal with the funeral. The purpose is not to find out the cause of your mother's death, but to let me help you save your mother's wronged soul, right?" I asked Ma Fugui with a cold face.

After hearing my words, Ma Fugui turned around and looked at the side-eyed waiting for the people sitting in the distance, and then said:

"Oh! Little brother, let me tell you the truth. I really have no choice. After my mother died, she seemed to know no one. Not only torture those people, but she didn't even recognize me as a son. She couldn't stand such a tramp that I didn't play anymore!"

"Okay, I understand. Tonight you go to the kitchen and let them sleep in the room. When your mother's first seventh passes tonight, nothing will happen." I said this, in order to stabilize Ma Fugui first and help them so that I can have time to find out the truth at night.

After hearing my words, Ma Fugui nodded and agreed.

That night, Ma Fugui slept alone in the kitchen, and waited for the gangsters to buy some food and drink in the room, but they didn't dare to drink too much, for fear that the old lady's first seven evil spirits would come to them for their lives.

It was getting darker and darker, and it was late at night. I first sprinkled a handful of dry soil at the door of the south house, and then I opened the door and walked in.

The old lady was found hanging herself in the south house. The dried porcelain sealing soil that had been sprinkled on the ground before had been cleaned up, but there was still a lot of dry soil stuck on the beam hanging in the middle, which probably had not been seen.

I closed the door with my backhand, but I deliberately did not turn on the light, but lit a candle and placed it on the grain storage box, and then found the two chopsticks that had been prepared from my backpack.

Tied the red thread and tied one of them to the beam of the house. I walked out of the south house with another chopstick and walked towards the spirit shed in the middle of the yard.

The wooden door of the spirit shed was not closed. I plucked up the courage to walk in, came to the old lady's body, bowed deeply, and said:

"Old lady, I know you didn't commit suicide. I will try my best to find out the real murderer and make you feel wronged. So, if you have any offense, I hope you will understand."

After saying that, I lifted the white cloth covered with the body, and vigorously spread the old lady's mouth, and inserted the chopsticks in my hand into her mouth.

After doing all this, I returned to the south room, found a corner where I could see the candlelight, sat down, and waited quietly.

Time passed by minute by minute, and about half an hour later, the side eyes, who were drinking in the house, were quiet, and probably went to bed.

The whole world suddenly became quiet, and there was no other sound except for the occasional sound of insects.

It was as if everything in the world had fallen into a deep sleep.

"Tick, tick, tick..." In a trance, I heard the sound of clocks walking in the room.

Looking through the candlelight, the walls on all four are bare, let alone clocks, there is not even a ghost!

Just as I was looking for the specific location where the ticking sound came, I suddenly saw a black figure appearing on the lime wall!

This shadow is not mine, it is like an old woman bent over and hunched over. My heart tightened and I pulled out a scraper from my body. I didn't dare to blink, staring at the figure on the wall.

The figure slowly walked towards the shadow of the rattan chair, sat down, holding two needles in both hands swaying slightly, as if knitting a sweater.

The sound of "squeak, squeak~" sounded from behind me. I slowly turned my head and looked in the opposite direction of the figure on the wall. In the corner, there was an old rattan chair.

There was no one on the rattan chair, but I was shaking back and forth. The "squeak, squeak" sound came from the rattan chair.

At this moment, I felt like my heart was being held tightly by someone, having difficulty breathing, and fear was like the rising tide of sea water, spreading rapidly throughout my body!

The right hand holding the scraper also began to tremble slightly because of excessive fear.

Before this, I thought I was completely mentally prepared, but when I was facing the wronged soul, I realized that courage was simply vulnerable in the face of extreme fear.

Looking at the empty rattan chair, my breathing was getting heavier and my teeth were shaking. At this moment, I had no idea what to do next. This feeling of fear was like a fish about to be stranded on the shore.

"Wang Cheng, are you disappointing me so much?" Just when I was at a loss, Master Jiuyan's voice suddenly rang out of my mind.

不,我不能害怕,更不能让师父九焱失望!我可是他的徒弟!

"Wang Cheng, don't be timid. The more you are afraid, the more proud you are! Don't be afraid, you are the apprentice of the pottery Jiuyan!" I cheered myself up in my heart, and then slowly suppressed my fear.

Taking a deep breath, I turned my head and looked at the wall again, and found that the figure who had been sitting on a rattan chair knitting sweater was no longer there, and the squeaking sound stopped.

Looking at the rattan chair in the corner, it stopped moving, as if something had never happened just now, but I was very clear that it was not an illusion before, but something had come in.

I mustered up the courage, grabbed a handful of dry soil, held the scraper in my hand and walked towards the rattan chair. After approaching, I sprinkled the dry soil on the rattan chair.

The dry soil fell on the rattan chair, and immediately bursts of white smoke came out, and turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There is yin energy, and sure enough, there was an unjust soul sitting on it just now.

I raised my head and looked at the beam, wanting to see the red chopsticks on the beam.

The chopsticks were tied to the beams without any change.

I turned my head and looked into the yard through the window on the door. It was quiet and everything was normal.

"Meow~!" A sharp cat screamed, which scared me.

A white cat suddenly appeared in the yard and ran into the spirit shed.

It’s okay for the other days, but today is the first seventh day. You must not let the white cat enter the monastery to get in touch with dead people.

"Ceramic Soul-Capture Record" records: seven days after a person dies, don't get close to the cat and don't call a ghost car.

This ghost car means owl.

I ran out of the south room, followed the white cat, and ran straight into the spirit shed.

As soon as I entered the mourning shed, I saw the white cat squatting under the bed of the old lady's body, raising her head and yelling at the back of the old lady's head, with a sense of sadness in her screams...

Seeing this, my heart trembled! My uncle, this is the cat's soul!!
Chapter completed!