Chapter 43: The Way of the Ghosts Returning to the Underworld
It turned out that Zhu Cheng rounded his arms, gave Mrs. Zhu a big ear of melon seeds, and slapped him down on the single sofa aside.
Uncle Wu originally wanted to take action, but seeing Zhu Cheng's behavior, he felt relieved.
I felt happy in my heart, and secretly shouted from the side, "Well done!"
"You...you hit me..." Zhu Tai, who was covering his cheeks, looked aggrieved and cried even more sadly.
"I'll beat you. If Xijie's body hadn't been cold, I would have divorced you. What a sin. Why did I marry such an idiot?"
Zhu Cheng was so angry that his hands were shaking. When he turned to face Uncle Wu, he changed his face to politeness and said, "Master Wu, my wife has long hair and short knowledge. I hope you don't care about it. Save our Zhu family and help us too."
Come on, Xijie."
Uncle Wu pondered for a long time, and did not reply directly to Zhu Cheng. Instead, he looked at me and asked seriously, "Sanman, are you sure you want to participate in this chaotic stall?"
I was a little confused as to what Uncle Wu meant, so I nodded out of my heart. Whether it was Zhu Xijie who died accidentally or the miserable female ghost upstairs, I would like to help within the scope of my ability.
Uncle Wu should know that my destiny requires a balance of yin energy, and I need to accumulate virtue and do good deeds, so that I can successfully survive the fateful calamity in the near future.
After receiving my affirmative answer, Uncle Wu sighed and looked at me with pitiful eyes for a long time, which made me confused. Then he turned back to Zhu Cheng and said, "This matter is difficult to handle, but it is not impossible. I am still asking for it."
, listen to my arrangements in everything, don’t let this situation happen again, can you do it?"
Zhu Cheng was also a ruthless man and immediately ordered in front of Uncle Wu, "All of you, listen, from now on Master Wu's words are my words. In addition, send your wife to the mourning shed outside. From this moment on,
She can't even take a step inside this villa, do you hear me clearly?"
"Yes, Chairman!"
When Mrs. Zhu heard the news, she wanted to cry and struggle to protest Zhu Cheng's arbitrary decision, but she could only be politely driven out of the door.
Uncle Wu was quite satisfied with the result. He looked at the wall clock in the hall and said, "It's getting late today. Let's deal with your son's affairs first and send him up the mountain tomorrow."
When Uncle Wu said "send someone to the mountain", he didn't mean to bury the person on the mountain. It just meant that the person should be buried in the mountain. No matter where the tomb is, it will be over after the person is buried.
Zhu Cheng bowed his hands in gratitude. At least the mess at home was finally over. As for the man upstairs, Master Wu said he couldn't kill him. There must be another way. He was too sensible to ask any questions.
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Uncle Wu squinted his eyes and looked at Lao Mo, who looked like a normal person, with a smile that made people feel numb, "Old Mo, this matter cannot be done without your help. Today, Brother Wu will teach you, Leng
How to solve the problem of keeping corpses out of the village."
Lao Mo just took the lead in pouring pepper water into Mrs. Zhu, and now his body is still stained with vomit. "Brother Wu, are you not going to spare me? Let's see if I haven't made it miserable enough!"
"It's so easy to use people's money to eliminate disasters and put it in your pocket..."
Uncle Wu didn't wait for Lao Mo to refuse, knowing in his heart that he would not dare to refuse in front of Zhu Cheng, so he explained what he had to do later.
Lao Mo obediently went out to prepare with a grimace, and we also left the villa, and even dispersed those bodyguards who had a strong yang energy and would conflict with the soul.
When the bodyguards heard that they could get off work early and still be so infiltrative, they were so happy that they quickly disappeared around them.
Under this cold moonlight, only Uncle Wu and I were left, as well as Zhu Cheng, who followed us cautiously, almost holding Uncle Wu's arm while walking.
Calculating according to the time of death of the deceased, and adding them up, today happens to be the seventh day, and also the first seven days. It is said that the deceased should have been buried by now, just to torment Nao Shizi's underworld bride, and we have to wait for our makeup artist to arrive.
Please help, it took so long.
Uncle Wu ignored Zhu Cheng and instead chatted with me leisurely, "Sanman, do you know what the ultimate number is?"
I said the answer directly without thinking, "It's nine."
The answers to these basic common sense are clearly written in the book. Uncle Wu is now giving me the test like a gentleman, "Do you know why you are anxious to finish Zhu Xijie's affairs first?"
"The reason why the dead count seven as a number is to avoid the evil of the number nine. However, when the day of the nine falls, the dead are most likely to get rid of their corpses, wander around with their souls, and are more likely to cause evil spirits."
My answers were clear and logical. It was as if the knowledge was engraved in my mind and I could speak it almost subconsciously.
It is for this reason that it has been passed down from ancient times that the deceased must complete five periods, one period is seven days, called the first seven days, and it is also the most important period.
Uncle Wu nodded with satisfaction and said calmly, "Fortunately, we came at the right time. If we wait until the eighth day and commit an even-numbered taboo, there will be a possibility of a heavy funeral in the family.
The day is nine, it is likely to cause some trouble, and the tenth day is an even number, so we can only do anything until eleven."
As he spoke, he actually started to shake his head, and continued to talk like a teacher from an old society private school, "This is because this ice coffin exists now. In the early years, these days, with the weather, the smell was half a mile away.
You can smell it."
As we were talking, we had already walked to the funeral shed outside the community. The angry Mrs. Zhu who was sitting inside stabbed us fiercely with a knife. We had no time to pay attention to this idle and uncomfortable woman and started to get ready to work.
Lao Mo had already dressed up according to Uncle Wu's words. When I saw Lao Mo's current appearance, I almost laughed out loud, and then felt a little chill in my back. I prayed that there were no residents in this community who were active day and night in the middle of the night.
There are no patrolling security guards.
Otherwise, Lao Mo would have a pale face now, with red cheeks and lips, and dark circles under his eyes, which would really scare people away.
He didn't know where he got a set of clothes that were burned to death, and he simply wore them. Fortunately, Lao Mo was thin and small. If he were fatter, he really wouldn't be able to wear them.
Uncle Wu was also amused and made a rare joke, "Hey, don't tell me, you look pretty handsome dressed like this."
"Brother Wu, my Grandpa Wu, please stop making fun of me and let's start luring the souls home!"
Zhu Xijie's soul was summoned by Uncle Wu before, and it cannot be regarded as the first seven souls. The real soul recovery requires being down-to-earth, walking back step by step under the escort of ghosts, taking one last look at his family, and collecting the fingerprints left at home.
Only after leaving the footprints can we truly set foot on the underworld.
But Zhu Xijie died in a foreign land, and his soul was almost transparent after being tortured. It was impossible to find his way home on his own, so he could only find ways to help him so that he could be reincarnated with peace of mind.