Now should be the last chance for me to exit the screen. The door panel was obviously no longer able to withstand Li Mengting's tossing and breaking. The weight and the rope had fallen. The huge movement and sound knocked down the screen blocking the middle of the memorial shed.
Uncle Wu and Young Master Lang outside were all shocked. Uncle Wu was ready to take action with the pipe and pot in his hand, but when he saw the female corpse, he did not take action towards me who was standing there stupidly. Instead, he rushed towards the piece of white silk.
I hesitated for a moment as I passed by.
However, I had already been pulled aside by Master Lang. There was a loud cry of children all around me, and the voice of a female corpse gently calling a name, "March..."
We watched as the evil female corpse slowly and stiffly picked up Bai Ling. Regardless of the blood stains on it, she gently held up a palm-sized piece with both hands. I mistakenly thought it was a small thing with blood clots that was not wrapped in yellow straw paper.
"March...my son..." That was the child who had been pushed out. I can only blame me for not thinking of it.
The three-month-old baby actually looks like this. It is completely different from the miniature baby I imagined. It looks more like a scaleless salamander with a black spot.
"Sanman, are you okay?" Uncle Wu glanced at me sideways. Seeing that I was safe, he was a little scared and couldn't react. He didn't say much and threw the inner world at me. He was always there.
Be prepared for Li Mengting and the child to both turn into evil spirits, and then take action immediately.
However, the danger as imagined did not happen. The female corpse just picked up a piece of yellow straw paper and wrapped the strange-looking young fetus in it. Then she fell to the ground, and the bloody thing fell on the chest of her corpse.
superior.
In the messy mourning shed, a figure suddenly appeared. It was the spirit of Li Mengting who had just given birth. At this time, she was holding a white and fat baby in her arms, with a motherly glow on her face, and she only focused her attention gently.
Place it on the child in your arms.
The fear and ferocity on my face when the body turned into evil was no longer there, and it now looked like the one I had arranged before, with the sweetness of a girl in a graceful and graceful look.
"Thanks……"
With a soft sigh of thanks, the souls of the mother and son turned back and disappeared before our eyes.
Uncle Wu let out a long breath and put away the pipe and pot that he held tightly in his hand, "Fortunately, we finally met a sensible person!"
I originally thought that this was the end of the matter. Li Mengting and the newly born child named Zhu Sanyue should have embarked on the road of reincarnation, but things were not as optimistic as I thought.
Just when we turned our backs to the door of the memorial shed, let out a sigh of relief, and were about to leave and call someone to clean up, something happened suddenly.
It wasn't Li Mengting who killed a carbine, but another soul lurking in the darkness outside the cemetery, covered in filth and holding a furoshiki in his hand.
She rushed towards the funeral shed, as if there was something she liked and coveted here that attracted her to come in and snatch it crazily.
This never-before-seen female ghost chose the right time, just when Uncle Wu was putting away his pipe and pot, and bending down to collect the things in his makeup box that were scattered on the floor.
Master Lang and I, who were standing still, were naturally the first to be hit. Fortunately, our reaction was not slow. I waved the inner world and subconsciously hit her, but I was a step too slow and underestimated the speed of this ghost.
The coldness that hit my face made it difficult for me to breathe. Uncle Wu looked up and saw this scene and shouted in horror, "Be careful, Sanman! It's a ghost!"
Master Lang was one step ahead of me. He also saw this ghost who was obviously charging towards me with bad intentions. He took something out of his pocket and threw it directly towards me, with a flash of golden light.
With a shrill scream, the golden light and the ghost disappeared in front of our eyes, and the person who was standing in front of me just now fell on top of me without any warning, leaving me struggling to support our bodies.
, so as not to fall to the ground.
Uncle Wu had already arrived and looked around outside cautiously, "Let's go in first. A dead person has just given birth here. The yin energy is too strong and the bloody smell may attract dirty things. We will come out to deal with it tomorrow morning."
With Uncle Wu's help, we were barely able to drag the tall Master Lang staggering into the door of the villa, and I...
The moment I walked in, from the corner of my eye I caught sight of a shadow that made my heart shiver and whose hair stood on end, just under the streetlight not far ahead.
It's a butcher!
I'm sure I can't mistake that hunched figure. When she appeared, she also had a putrid smell with the aroma of meat. I'm sure I smelled such a smell in my nose at that time.
It was exactly the same disgusting smell that I smelled when I first met her with Zhang Wei in the mountains.
Uncle Wu saw that I was in a daze and followed my line of sight. At this time, there was nothing there. There was only a dim street lamp illuminating the empty road in the community and the surrounding plants. There was no figure at all.
"Sanman, what are you looking at? Don't look around. Nothing coming at this time is a good thing. Just ignore it!"
We got people on the sofa. There was still an hour before dawn, and the endurance was over.
I'm very lucky that the sofa set in the Zhu family is very big. The three of them, Zhu Cheng and the others, including Master Lang who was lying down and passed out, still have a lot of space for Uncle Wu and me to sit down and have a good time.
Take a breath.
The scenes I just experienced were like a projected movie, they went through before my eyes. I had a headache and wanted to rub my face with my hands to relax myself, but thinking about my hands pushing Li Mengting's body all night, finally
Still let it go.
"Wu...Brother Wu...have the things outside been resolved?" Old Mo Ren was pushed out and asked softly. The people in this room were more worried about whether Li Mengting would harm others. I know that their starting point was definitely not
Because I care about the female corpse.
"Will Shoucai arrive tomorrow morning?" Uncle Wu asked instead, throwing the question to Lao Mo. The latter nodded and added, "We'll be there around seven o'clock!"
"Today's dawn is at five-thirty-five. Call your people at six o'clock at the latest to pack up the funeral shed outside. Bring my things in. It's best not to leave the female body and the yellow straw paper bag on her body.
If it's broken, put it in a dowry and bury it, add a memorial tablet of Zhu Sanyue's, and send it to the Celestial Bone Tower."
Uncle Wu is also physically and mentally exhausted now. Although I was the one who delivered the baby last night, I know that Uncle Wu was also worried and anxious outside all night, and he was not as relaxed as I was.
In addition to this Young Master Lang...the most comfortable ones are these people in the room.
Unintentionally, I stretched my sore arms, twisted my neck, and made my cervical vertebrae make a clicking sound. I enjoyed a moment of comfort and relaxation. My fingertips brushed across Master Lang's forehead, and the warmth I felt made me shiver.
"Uncle Wu, this man has a fever, it's so hot!"
Wu Shu thought about the friendship of the alliance in the First World War, stood up and tested the man's forehead, and his brows wrinkled habitually.
The male secretary seemed to be less scared now than before. He stood up habitually and said, "There is some medicine at home, let me go look for it."
"It's no use. He's not really ill. If I'm not mistaken, it's a problem with attracting yin." Uncle Wu let go of the hand that lifted Master Lang's eyelids and groped around the back of his neck, spine and even the coccyx before replying.
Sit down on the sofa and think deeply.
And I actually thought of the golden light that the man threw at the ghost who took advantage of it. If I remember correctly, he probably hung it around his neck until he entered the funeral shed and took it off his pocket.
Could it be that he fell ill because something like that... was ruined?