It was so easy to escape from Mao's house. I don't know what I said or what I didn't say clearly. Anyway, the two old people in the house were still crying after we left.
Walking back to the car, Lang Hongyi followed my request and found a relatively remote intersection. I had to seize the time to send away all these resentful spirits before the civil servants below got off work.
I am a make-up artist, not one of those evil people who raise ghosts and play tricks. It is not a good thing to hold so many souls in my hands. With such Yin Qi, if anyone else except me, it would be enough to drink a pot.
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The best thing to do is to send him away as soon as possible.
The make-up artist uses the method of burning a watch to submit a letter to the dead soul who has missed reincarnation. He only needs to write the birth date and sexual name of the saved soul on a yellow paper, and sign his name, and he is considered a handler.
Burn it at a location, or at a crossroads, or in an uninhabited wilderness, just face west and wait.
As long as the civil servants down there haven't gotten off work yet and someone receives the yellow paper paperwork, they can come from the west and pick up the souls here.
After I burned the eight pieces of yellow paper, a whirlwind soon rolled up in the west. Lang Hongyi was standing behind me, while Miao Miao and the boss's wife were waiting in the car.
As the name suggests, Yinzai is also a soul body. As long as it is a soul body, it has ghost energy and Yinqi, which has an impact on living people. It is better for them not to meet ghosts.
The whirlwind grew from small to large, from far to near, and gradually split into two and came to us. The ashes of the previously burned yellow paper were swept into the air and flew around.
The wind dissipated, and two tall figures appeared in the center of the cyclone. There was a long stick in one hand, wrapped in white paper, and the other hand was holding a series of thick iron chains, dragging them on the ground.
"You were the one Ye Sanman who burned the watch and wrote the letter before?"
They may have seen that the eyes of the two people standing in front of them were moving with their figures, and the ghost who came to pick them up couldn't figure out which one was the makeup artist, so they asked one more question.
I took a step forward, said hello, and said, "I am Ye Sanman, and several wronged souls are here."
I opened the yellow paper balls one by one, and the innocent souls that I peeled out of Mao Yingying's body were revealed one after another. They were similar to their appearance when I took them in, and they were all the same as they were before death.
Only that idiot is still confused and doesn't know what night it is.
"Hey, that's a lot. If we meet you a few times this month, our performance will definitely exceed the standard."
When the two ghost officers saw these innocent souls, they were all excited. They shook the iron chains in their hands and saw that the eight innocent souls were strung together one by one by the not very long iron chains, and they were tied into a bunch.
When dealing with the fool, he showed mercy beyond the law. He just used the stick in his hand to pull him away and drove him forward.
"Mr. Xiaoye, if there is such a good thing in the future, you will come to our district to send souls. It is really tiring to find these ghosts who should go away or not... thank you..."
To be honest, this was the first time I met such an approachable and cheerful ghost. He even said thank you to me for taking my soul away. I couldn't help but smile helplessly, and I couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.
They are quite cute.
Lang Hongyi also heard the whole conversation between the ghosts and watched them disappear not far to the west with me, and then he said, "These two ghosts feel quite human."
I couldn't help but complain, "With the same appearance and a rare and interesting soul, these two ghosts are indeed more different than some people who behave like living people!"
Lang Hongyi seemed to hear that I was joking about his cold face. When I turned around and walked towards the car, he followed behind me and said, "I am already working hard to change."
Don't tell me, I really feel something about this. This guy does talk a lot more when we get along in private now, and sometimes his smile lines can be slightly raised, but I just can't help but want to quarrel with him.
This may be my way of expressing trust and love for each other, but fortunately he understands it completely.
In the car, the proprietress was holding Miaomiao until she was out of breath and crying. We got in the car with puzzled faces. We were a little confused when we saw all this and didn't know what was going on.
Miaomiao hunched her shoulders and looked helpless...
"I saw everything just now. Then, after that silly soul appeared, the boss's wife started to get emotional. She cried so hard that she called her husband and wanted to get out of the car."
I sat in the passenger seat and looked sideways at the proprietress in the back seat, "What did you see?"
The landlady raised her eyes that were swollen from crying and nodded sharply, "My husband, I saw my husband being taken away by them. Young master, where are they taking my husband?"
Lang Hongyi had already driven towards the small building of the guest house. I looked at the extinguished street lights outside and said softly, "Go where he belongs. From now on, you will be separated forever. Don't think too much."
Already."
Just as the landlady was wiping her tears, Lang Hongyi's shifting hand touched me lightly. I looked towards him and saw him silently mouthing two words, "human feelings".
I had to say a few more words to comfort the still sad boss lady, "Don't worry, he didn't suffer much when he left, and he won't suffer much in the future. His soul is very clean."
After putting down the boss lady and Miaomiao, and after Miaomiao made a call to her colleague and came to deal with Mao Yingying's body in the small building, as well as the on-site records and other follow-up matters, Lang Hongyi and I were finally able to go back home.
It took a long time to come out this time. Uncle Yan is still cooperating with Captain Liao and others on the rescue work. Miao Miao is also busy with things. Everything in the world is going on. No one has stopped because of anything. They are still going step by step.
progress.
Thanks to Mr. Zhanlang, I not only don’t have to take the intercity bus, but I can also leisurely browse the local specialty shops and bring a lot of Yuancheng’s specialties to my family.
Seeing me carrying large and small bags to the back seat of the car, Lang Hongyi raised his eyebrows and asked me, "Buying so many? Specialties are often made to fool tourists, and they may not necessarily be delicious."
"I know, but if you don't take it back, I guarantee that Zhang Wei's food that he's willing to eat will annoy you to death. Besides, I rarely go out like this. Let's take it back and give everyone a taste."
After closing the car door, we were honored to merge into the traffic flow of Yuancheng during the morning rush hour and galloped towards the direction of the village.
Although my dear grandfather is not in the village now, thinking about the existence of people like Uncle Wu, Zhang Wei, and Coffin Boy, I still feel like I am returning home.
Even the small farmhouse that my grandfather left to me and was converted into a semi-modern farmhouse by Lang Hongyi makes me miss it very much.
There were very few conversations along the way, but it did not affect our good mood. Just from the fact that Lang Hongyi took the initiative to turn on the radio and picked a very relaxing and cheerful music, we could see that we were both in a happy mood.
Around noon, when it was time to eat, we finally stopped at the door of Uncle Wu's yard and watched Zhang Wei, who rushed out like a Tibetan mastiff, howling loudly at the two of us.
"You are finally back. Tell me what delicious food you have brought back. Ahhhhh..."