Uncle Wu was then carried in with the help of people, and everyone looked towards the doorless cupboard.
The cabinet that should have been used to store clothes now actually had a wooden doll lying inside. It was wearing red clothes. From the clothes, it could be seen that it was a man, and its hand was wrapped with a red rope.
On the other side of the rope is the toad that attracted the black cat. It was bitten to a bloody pulp and almost swallowed.
"What's going on?" Before Uncle Wu could speak, Zhou Changgui, who followed, let out an angry roar.
These things have a sinister feel to them, and one can tell intuitively that they are not good things. In addition, so many things have happened in the village, and Zhou Xi is still unconscious on the kang!
It would be strange if Zhou Zhanggui was not angry when something like this suddenly appeared in his room.
This clearly showed that someone was looking for trouble in him and tried to harm his family.
Uncle Wu also had a sad face and stared at those things for a while. Although the relatives of the Zhou family who squeezed in were also filled with indignation and cursed, none of them dared to come forward. They all crowded around the bedroom door.
"Sanman, do you see anything?"
The things we makeup artists learn are very complicated, and there are some records in these heretical ancient books, but they don’t describe the specific process of applying techniques.
In fact, after being frightened just now, I already knew what the thing in front of me was. This is the art of overpowering.
In front of so many people, I didn't say it clearly. I just replied to Uncle Wu, "I understand."
Uncle Wu said, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally, "I'll leave this matter to you. I'll watch Zhou Xi from here. Can you handle it?"
"Yes!" I replied simply, poked the cupboard door still in my hand against the wall, and said to everyone still at the door, "Find me a piece of red cloth, hurry up!"
It's already dark outside, and there are really a lot of things to deal with. No one thought that the reason why Zhou Xi didn't wake up this week, or in other words, the reason why Zhou Xi got into trouble with the ghostly married woman, was because there was such a thing at home.
lead.
The Zhou family were very cooperative. After a while, Zhou Changgui's wife squeezed in with a piece of red envelope, "Sanman, do you think this will work?"
In fact, there is nothing special about this red cloth. It just protects against the dirty air of evil things. As long as it is a clean red cloth, it doesn't matter whether it is old or new.
"Okay, you guys get out of the way. If you don't want to be contaminated by the dirty air, just stay away. Uncle Wu, I'll be there as soon as I can."
Taking the red cloth, I shook it open and covered the two things in the cabinet, grabbing the wooden man and the expired toad one by one.
Only the dark red blood stains from the toad killed by the black cat in the cabinet were left, mottled on the surface of the cabinet.
Like the human heart behind this incident, it makes people feel chilled in their hearts.
It is everyone's instinct to seek good fortune and avoid evil. As I walked around, the Zhou family members stayed far away, but their eyes were fixed on my back, and Lang Hongyi followed me.
After leaving Zhou's house and walking on the dark and careless paths in the village, he asked me.
"Sanman, where are you going?"
"Go to the coffin boy. The wooden man and the toad belong to the art of overwhelming. It is a skill that is not passed down to others by carpenters. It is a very common thing that can be seen everywhere. Through their spells and placement, it can have some effect or good effect.
The various effects it has or have bad effects are quite miraculous.”
Coffin Boy plays with wood every day and has excellent craftsmanship. I believe he can help me solve my doubts in this case.
"Carpenter? Are you saying that what happened to the Zhou family this time was not evil, but man-made?"
Lang Hongyi's mind was quick and he immediately thought of the key point.
I stretched my hands forward and turned my head in a weird posture, "Sometimes, people are more like evil spirits than ghosts. This is a typical example of people using evil spirits to do bad things and achieve their own unknown goals."
After saying this, I wanted to put on a handsome look. What I said was so philosophical, I admired myself so much!
Lang Hongyi was also thoughtful after listening to it. He kept chewing on the meaning of my words, as if he had some insights.
Coffin Boy's home still looks like a dead ghost. There is no light inside. He kicks open the door with his feet and looks in along the small passage in the middle of the wood. The oil lamp in the distance is as far away as a will-o'-the-wisp in the horizon.
Just as I was about to take my things in, I heard the coffin guy coughing loudly inside, "Ahem... stop, what are you carrying that smells so stinky? Don't dirty my place!"
"Coffin boy, I'm Ye Sanman, I'm here to ask for help!"
Unconsciously, my tone had taken on a familiar relaxed tone, just because this coffin boy was really cold-faced, but he also took good care of me.
In my heart, he has long been classified as one of the bad friends like San Bengzi.
However, I still stood obediently at the door and did not rush in with the things in my hands. After all, this was an overwhelming thing, and I was very particular about entering other people's houses.
The flickering oil lamp began to move, and in the dark space surrounded by piles of wood and shadows of coffins, it came towards our direction, and there was also the hooded figure of the coffin boy.
Coffin Boy's pale face and bloodless lips appeared in our sight. Lang Hongyi greeted Coffin Boy politely, probably thinking of this man's kindness for two bowls of Tai Sui porridge.
Unfortunately, the coffin boy didn't seem to hear me at all. After he came closer, he lowered his head and looked at the two things in my hand held between the red cloth.
Because I didn’t know the specific twists and turns inside, I didn’t dare to break the connecting red rope, so I handled it carefully.
"Where did this thing come from?"
"In Zhou Xi's room, in the closet in the northwest corner, when I found this toad, it was bitten like this by a black cat."
"Ah……"
I'm not sure if Coffin Boy really laughed when he heard me speak. Although it was just a very soft syllable, I don't think I was hallucinating.
The next moment, the coffin boy stretched out his free hand. A cold light flashed by, and the red rope in my hand was cut by something and fell into two pieces.
"Throw the dead one outside the door. Bring the wooden man inside. This is a coffin shop. Remember not to bring in any dead bodies when you come over."
After saying this, he turned around and walked back to the house along the original path without even looking at us. I could only obey the instructions obediently. It seemed that the coffin boy must have known something before he dared to deal with it like this.
As for the dead bodies!
I'm a little bit confused. Doesn't the coffin man have to make a thin coffin for the toad's body and bury it?
I could only shrug my shoulders at Lang Hongyi, throw the toad aside into the grass, and walk into Coffin Boy's house.
It's very dark at night, and the summer here in Coffin Boy is definitely treated with central air conditioning. Being used to this kind of atmosphere, I've secretly fallen in love with this temperature. It's really cool!
And I noticed that not only were there no chirping of summer insects, but there were also no annoying mosquitoes.
As soon as I walked into the house, the coffin boy said to me, "Do you know who did it? Are you going to let that person live or let that person die?"