Just as I was carefully observing, the old lady suddenly opened her mouth and shouted heartbreakingly,
"Zhuzi, Xianglan has already led the way for you. Come back soon..."
I was startled by the sudden voice, and the woman in the red dress also trembled violently, obviously she was also frightened.
"Xianglan! Why are you still standing there? You should hurry up and shout..."
The old man yelled at the woman in a very strong tone.
When the woman heard this, she immediately knelt down on the ground, kowtowed to something in the door curtain, and shouted in a choked voice:
"Zhuzi, please come back soon, please... Zhuzi, please come back soon, please..."
The sound was harsh, especially in this silent night, it seemed particularly miserable and sad!
I frowned, looked down at the time on my phone, and then glanced around again, feeling very confused.
Logically speaking, the daily life in the village should be very lively, with big banquets and music and music. Even if the death was a violent death, there shouldn't be anyone watching the fun.
Besides, it's only nine o'clock at night. Why can't you see a single person on the entire village road? This is completely unreasonable, unless...unless the people here are hiding something!
Just when I was confused, the voices of several people talking again came from over there.
"Dad Zhuzhu, do you think this method is effective? Will Zhuzhu come back?"
"Shh... don't talk nonsense. These are all old methods and should not go wrong. But if Zhuzhu really can't come back..."
Having said this, the old man glanced at Xianglan who was still kowtowing, gritted his teeth and continued:
"If Zhuzi really can't come back, then we have to follow the rules!"
When Xianglan, who was kowtowing, heard this, her body trembled suddenly, her cry became louder, and her tone seemed a little more desperate than before...
After a few minutes, Xianglan's voice became hoarse from crying.
"Okay, stop shouting now!"
The old man said politely, then walked to the door curtain of the mourning hall, bent down and gently brushed the soil on the ground with his hand, his expression suddenly became sinister,
"Hey, it seems I really can't come back..."
"Dad! Don't worry, I'll shout again, okay?"
Xianglan pleaded in horror, and even wanted to take off the red cloth on her head, but was stopped by the old man.
This scene was incredible to me. Their posture looked like they were calling for spirits, but the method was completely wrong. Moreover, what did the old man mean by "doing things according to the rules"? Why was that Pandan so afraid?
But my intuition tells me that since Xianglan is so scared, then this rule must be related to her, and it is definitely not a good rule!
"Dad! Mom! Don't... let me try again, okay?! Please!"
At this time, Xianglan's cry suddenly came to my ears. I hurriedly heard the sound and looked around. I saw the old man and the old lady dragging Xianglan towards the mourning hall. Although Xianglan resisted in her mouth, her body
But the resistance was not strong.
My heart tightened and I knew something was going to happen, so I gritted my teeth and took out a bunch of bells from my backpack.
This is an ordinary bell that has not been turned on that I specially asked Lao Yutou to prepare. It is not a magic weapon. It is actually used to fool ghosts at special times, but I didn't expect it to be used to fool people now.
I raised the bell above my head and shook it vigorously, then strode past the door of the mourning hall and shouted loudly in a pretentious manner:
"The Taoist Immortal is passing this way today. Don't let the lonely ghosts block the way..."
"Don't block the road..."
After a few times, Xianglan's cries in the mourning hall stopped abruptly. I deliberately slowed down my pace. After a few seconds, the old man's hoarse and urgent voice came from behind me.
"Little master, stay here..."
I curved my mouth, stopped, turned around slowly, and stared at the old man with a superior attitude. Before he could speak, I spoke first:
"Hey...that's not good..."
I shook my head and turned around to leave.
"Little Master...Little Master!"
The old man chased me in two or three steps and stood in front of me. He asked nervously:
"What do you mean by what you just said? What's wrong?"
I smiled,
"This official, there is a violent death in your family, and you want the soul of the deceased to return, but..."
"But what?!"
"You'd better take me to the mourning hall first."
The old man lowered his head and hesitated for a moment, then sighed softly,
"Hey! Little Master, please come with me."
My heart moved, and I followed him to the door of the tent. I took the opportunity to look down and saw that there was a thin layer of incense ash spread in front of the door curtain.
It turns out that the old man bent down and flicked the ashes here to see if there were any footprints, because the soul can leave marks on the ashes.
It seems that he does know some tricks...
As soon as I entered the mourning hall, I saw a coffin placed in the middle with the lid open. What was puzzling was that Xianglan, wearing a wedding dress and a red cloth on her head, was sitting on the edge of the coffin. I felt...
He will be in a coffin in seconds.
I calmly turned my eyes away and looked towards the front of the mourning hall, but when I saw it, I was stunned!
I couldn't help but take a few steps forward, and after looking at it for a long time, I finally recovered...
I saw a posthumous photo placed under the big word "Dian". The photo was of a man, and this man was the ghost I met in the taxi. Although his face was bloody and bloody at the time,
I still recognized him as the person in the photo.
It turns out that he is the son of this old man and old lady. In this case, not to mention that their method of summoning souls is wrong, even if it is correct, his son's soul will not come!
"Little Master...this spiritual throne belongs to my son. His name is Zhuzhu. Do you...see what the secret is?"
The old man's voice interrupted my thoughts. I knew he was also testing me, so I smiled softly and said,
"You don't need to scream anymore, your son's soul has already passed away!"