Old Mrs. Xu was still sitting on the wooden horse and swaying, muttering that sentence all the time. The people in Mrs. Xu's family looked sad. The old story that had been covered with almost thirty or forty years was revealed again on the day when Old Mrs. Xu passed away, which undoubtedly made the people in the Xu family feel uncomfortable.

The old village chief wrapped his cigarette pipe in his "lap, tick" and whispered to Yu Qingsheng: "Sheng, go and talk to this person outside the village. He seems to understand it very much. Ask him what's going on?"

Yu Qingsheng nodded, came to Wang Jingzhe and lowered his head and asked, "Brother, what's going on?"

Wang Jingzhe waved his hand, but without explaining, he said to Mrs. Xu's son: "Please help your mother up first. I remember when I first entered your village, there was an intersection. Just take the person to the intersection, but remember it, the person has to face the west and the back to the east."

Old Mrs. Xu's son and girl didn't know what the gentleman said, so they looked at the old village chief. The village chief nodded and signaled them to do as they did. So Old Mrs. Xu's son helped her up her mother. The old woman's arms were cold and her flesh was a little stiff.

Wang Jingzhe said to the village chief again: "Prepare some more things for me, scrape some ashes at the bottom of the pot, a bowl of white rice and chopsticks, and then find the old cow to squeeze out some cow tears..."

What Wang Jingzhe said is not a way to do it. Old Mrs. Xu was given by her son, and she did not want to murder anyone. The main reason was that the youngest son of the Xu family died in a foreign land, and he probably suffered a lot of crimes before his death. He was thinking that he could return to his roots. What Wang Jingzhe had to do was to ask where the youngest son of the Xu family had gone over the years and where he died, and then let the Xu family take his bones back, so there was no such means as exorcising ghosts and evil spirits.

If you ask Wuqiao, a fairy like the horse, it would be even easier. You just need to close your eyes and communicate with her. However, Wang Jingzhe did not know how to go, so he had to use some local methods to communicate with Mrs. Xu who was being overwhelmed.

A moment later, Mrs. Xu and her family led the old lady to an intersection on the village entrance and village road. According to what Wang Jingzhe said, her face was facing west and back east. Although it was night now, the sun was rising and setting in the east. If it was aimed at the east, the old lady Xu would easily feel weak after being overwhelmed.

The village chief asked someone to prepare what Wang Jingzhe wanted, and he asked Mrs. Xu's eldest son who had the best relationship with your family before your little brother was lost. The eldest son pointed to a woman in his sixties and said, "This is my sister. She took her before my brother was lost. The relationship between the siblings and the brothers was very good."

"Okay..." Wang Jingzhe looked at the woman whose eyes were still red, and then smeared the bottom of the pot on the middle of her eyebrows.

This pot bottom ash is the black layer of pot bottom after cooking that is commonly used at home. Because this ash is usually contaminated with the smell of grains and grains at home, it also contains the rich atmosphere of a family. It can effectively resist the invasion of yin energy when applied to a person's head.

Wang Jingzhe then put a bowl of white rice on the ground and inserted a pair of chopsticks in the middle. As soon as the chopsticks were inserted into the rice, the chopsticks immediately turned towards the old lady Xu. This is a way of negotiation with ghosts among the people, and in some places, they are made with clear water.

As for the cow's tears, Wang Jingzhe painted them on the eyes of Mrs. Xu and the woman. After all, it was a person and a ghost that communicated, and cow's tears were the most commonly used medium.

After doing all this, Wang Jingzhe took out a piece of talisman paper and lit it. After swaying it, the paper dust fell down one after another. He whispered to Mrs. Xu's daughter: "You can communicate with him for only three minutes. Grasp the topic and go straight to the key points. Don't say anything else, otherwise it will waste time. Do you understand?"

"Well, I get it, what did you ask?"

"Ask others where they went, where the body was, and how they died. Just communicate with him about these questions. Don't ask any other questions..."

After Wang Jingzhe gave the explanation, Mrs. Xu's daughter hurriedly asked Mrs. Xu: "Brother, where have you been there over the years? My family has been looking for you for decades."

When Old Mrs. Xu heard the woman talking, she stopped muttering. She stared at the other person with her eyes open and after a while, she stuttered in Annan accent and said, "Sister? Are you, is it my second sister?"

When Mrs. Xu heard this, her daughter cried with a "wow" sound. She walked up and hugged her mother's body and said, "Young brother, do you know that we have been looking for you. My father, your elder brother and mother have been searching outside for several years. We have been going all over the country. We have posted missing person notices, called the police, and posted news, but we haven't found you. You, how are you doing these years? Everyone in our family wants you to death. When my father and mother die, they are still talking about you."

As soon as this person's relationship came up, he basically didn't care about anything. What Wang Jingzhe said before was so explained that the other party was thrown away by pea, but this is human nature and it is useless to remind him.

Wang Jingzhe sighed and reminded: "Don't forget what I told you. Don't say these in advance. Ask quickly, otherwise the time will come."

Old Mrs. Xu hurriedly wiped her tears and asked, "Where are you, brother?"

"I'm in southern Anhui..." Old Mrs. Xu's eyes were suddenly confused, and she seemed to be trying hard to recall: "I only remember when I was a child, I was taken away by a woman, and then took the train and car to southern Anhui."

"Southern Anhui? Where is the southern Anhui? Please explain it clearly."

Old Mrs. Xu shook her head and said, "I don't know where it is in southern Anhui. I knew that after she took me away, she sent me to a black hole for a few days. They kept asking me to work, working day by day. At first, they picked up cinders, and then they dug coal..."

What I heard from the mouth of Mrs. Xu, who was covered with an upper body, was probably a tragic story. The youngest son of the Xu family lost his son when he was young and was abducted to southern Anhui to dig coal. When he was seven or eight years old, he could do some odd jobs. When he was a little older, he was sent to a coal cave to dig coal. He did not work day or night, and only ate two meals a day and was basically rotten. He had been struggling for twenty or thirty years, but in the end he was exhausted to death.

Yes, the youngest son of the Xu family has been dead for a long time. Finally, when his mother passed away, he was secretly touched his mother, and then he sent him a message to his family.
Chapter completed!