In the same villa as before, there was already a separate small table in the spacious hall, with a chair placed on the east and west sides.
There are also eggs, uncooked rice, incense burners, wine glasses and other items on it.
The lights on the roof and the broken glass have been installed properly, but this rich man is quick to act. I remember that when I was naughty when I was a child, I broke a neighbor's window. My grandfather ran away for most of the day just to buy glass.
time.
Compared with the huge piece of glass in this villa, it is basically the difference between ancestors and descendants.
Looking around at the number of people in the room, which was the same as yesterday, Uncle Wu raised his eyebrows and spoke first, "Have you asked all the questions? No one was brought!"
The first sentence was a question, and the latter sentence was a question. He knew that these people would be on a business trip, but Uncle Wu was not angry. He just sat on the sofa and waited for someone to come out and reveal the answer.
The one who spoke was the Zhu family’s versatile male secretary with gold-rimmed glasses.
"Master Wu, everything has been investigated clearly. The woman died by suicide. The official conclusion is that she died accidentally. There is no news about the father of the fetus. We have no way to start with this."
Uncle Wu smiled coldly and snorted in a derogatory tone, "What age are we in now? You dare to buy corpses and get married. I don't know if I am praising you for being bold or saying that you are not afraid of death."
Zhu Cheng, who had been hurt a lot, didn't dare to refute. Now that things were done, even Uncle Wu pointed at his nose and greeted his eight generations of ancestors. He would probably endure and listen to the instructions honestly.
"Okay, let's leave the difficult part for later. Let's first ask this person in your family why he is making such a fuss. I would say that it is probably caused by the magician you invited. I guess he is not a weird kid. Boss Zhu
, please ask your wife to sit here, or it would be better for your wife to speak on your behalf."
Mrs. Zhu, who had already been fucked once yesterday, now listened to other people's narrations and still had lingering fears about the matter. She asked tremblingly, "Master Wu, can you ask someone else to do this for you? I don't have to do it myself."
Uncle Wu pointed around in annoyance, "Look, this circle is full of young men. Who has a weaker yang energy than you? A new kid like your son, as long as there is a way, I guess he won't cause trouble yesterday."
When it comes out, whether you like it or not, I have no objection and I won’t force it."
Hearing Uncle Wu's always unfriendly tone, Zhu Cheng decided directly, "Please, you must, Chen Ying, please don't bother. This is for our family, and that is your son."
I noticed that Mrs. Zhu actually wanted to invite me. Although I dressed in a neutral style and looked like a boy, if you look closely, you can still tell that I am a girl.
Seeing that Zhu Cheng was more discerning, Uncle Wu explained, "The deceased and his mother were once connected by blood. The success rate is the highest and the harm is the least. Just do it faster."
Everyone in the room learned the lesson this time. After Mrs. Zhu shivered and sat on the chair to the west, everyone stayed away, for fear that yesterday's trapeze incident would happen again.
Uncle Wu still used the old method of opening our eyes with sticky gel ointment. This time, he opened our eyes with one more person, that is Zhu Cheng. After all, this matter needs to be witnessed. Zhu Cheng, a grown man, was trembling with fear throughout the process.
He pulled the male secretary and Lao Mo to stand around him, one on the left and one on the right, to encourage himself.
"Sanman, stand behind Mrs. Zhu. If Yinhun does anything wrong, whip him with the inner universe. You're welcome."
This was considered an insurance policy. I understood my mission and stood behind Mrs. Zhu. In the same position as yesterday, Master Lang was still sitting alone in a corner, quietly watching us prepare everything.
Uncle Wu sat opposite Mrs. Zhu, lit three sticks of sandalwood and inserted them into the incense burner. He took out a piece of crumpled yellow paper from his pocket and lit it. I took a quick look at the traces of cinnabar on it and recognized it.
It's a soul-shock talisman, which can wake up the ghosts you want to summon and come and obey your orders.
When it comes to summoning souls, each profession has its own method, and there are many methods. For us makeup artists, we basically use spells or call out souls more often.
Uncle Wu had a solemn expression on his face at this time. When he shook the talisman in his hand, it spontaneously ignited without wind.
This is not a magic spell, but the talisman paper has been stained with phosphorus powder. As long as two fingers are rubbed against each other, it will be ignited. This is what Grandpa's book says.
It's not to show off, but to make it easy to use. After all, it's not always easy to find incense candles and lighters to help ignite the flames. This method is used by many magicians to deceive gods and ghosts with little knowledge, so it is despised by everyone.
The yellow talisman turned into ashes, and Uncle Wu was mumbling something. It was not a spell, but the name and birth date of the deceased Zhu Xijie. Finally, he added a sentence, hurrying to the altar to ask questions.
The fragrance in front of Uncle Wu began to flow automatically. This was not our method, but an external inspiration. He placed an egg in the rice bowl in front of him and filled three wine glasses.
Liquor.
"A toast to the ghosts. There are still worldly matters to be resolved. Don't try to drag away the dead souls to pass through the underworld."
After Uncle Wu shouted this, he stood up respectfully with a glass in both hands, spilled the wine in front of the table, sat down, and picked up the second glass of wine.
"Two cups of wine are used to bribe wandering souls from all over the world. Those who dare to cause trouble and stop them will be punished with wine. The makeup artist will open the altar to do the work."
He casually threw the glass of wine aside with one hand, losing his previous respect.
The last glass of wine was picked up, and Uncle Wu called out the name of the deceased, "For the last glass of wine, Zhu Xijie drinks, Zhu Xijie drinks, Zhu Xijie drinks... I encourage you to be cowardly, and tell me why."
Uncle Wu's hand poured the wine very slowly this time, as if he was feeding someone else to drink. I stood closer and could clearly see that the wine that had been poured on the marble floor disappeared strangely, leaving no trace behind.
Water stains just disappear out of thin air.
"Zhu Xijie? Are you here?"
"Come...come...hiccup..." Uncle Wu asked, and Mrs. Zhu in front of me actually spoke. She smelled of alcohol and was the same male voice I heard last night, with a bit of a loud tongue.
came out of her mouth.
I didn't pay attention just now, but now I took a closer look, and I actually saw the shadow of a man sitting overlapping under Mrs. Zhu's figure in front of me. It was not as real as a real person, and it was swaying left and right.
Everyone in the room held their breath and stared at us at the square table at the door.
To be more specific, it should be Mrs. Zhu who was clearly being fucked and was given a glass of white wine.
Uncle Wu didn't get up just now. There was at least one and a half meters between the two of them, and there was a table. The wine was spilled on the ground over there, and Mrs. Zhu here became like this. This scene is really a bit magical,
What's more, it inspires their fear of ghosts and gods.
"Tell me why you made trouble yesterday, why you are having a hard time, who is running against you, and why don't you enter the gate of the community?"
Uncle Wu asked the deceased to tell everyone himself, which saved him from saying that some people would have doubts.