Chapter Thirty-Six Pot Bottom Ash Mixed with Boiled Water
"ah!"
The sudden pain in my right index finger made me, like Huang Mao, cry out uncontrollably.
But I quickly held back. I covered my right index finger with one hand and looked at the two corpses of starving ghosts that had just been set on fire in the stove.
I immediately thought of the reason.
The sudden severe pain in the fingers must be related to the burning of corpses.
"Uncle Liu, are those two dirty guys messing with us?"
I look ugly and unbearable.
Huang Mao was also in a cold sweat from the pain. After hearing what I said, he also asked:
"Fucking starving devil, if you dare to plot against me, Mr. Huang, I will pick on them!
Ah! It hurts, it hurts.
Liu, Uncle Liu, it hurts so much, can you, can you stop it for us first, stop the pain, ah..."
The pain seemed to penetrate into the bone marrow.
It hurt so much that I wanted to chop my finger off with a knife.
And Burning Corpse Liu, who was standing next to him, his face suddenly darkened.
His eyes narrowed and he said softly:
"wait a second."
After saying that, Coffin Liu turned around and walked out of the corpse-burning room, not knowing why he was going there.
Only Huang Mao and I were left, suffering in front of the corpse-burning furnace with painful expressions on our faces.
Moreover, the pain in the index finger will continue to spread upward.
From the index finger to the palm, then spread to the arm...
It seems that the fire is burning and the oil is hot.
When Huang Mao and I could hardly bear it any longer, the corpse-burner Liu came back.
At the same time, he held a porcelain bowl in his hand, and he didn't know what kind of soup it was.
Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he came to me unhurriedly:
"Half a bowl per person, drink!"
After saying that, he handed me the porcelain bowl in his hand.
I quickly took it with my non-painful left hand and took a closer look. It was very dark and turbid.
There is also a smell of cigarette ash.
But at this moment, I was in severe pain and it was a bitter taste of medicine.
Not caring so much, I finished half the bowl in one bite.
It felt like my mouth was full of dust and it was really hard to drink.
"Little dragon..."
I handed over the porcelain bowl.
Huang Mao took it and took a quick sip, but he started retching on the spot.
"Uh-huh, Uncle Liu, what, what is this? Okay, it tastes terrible!"
Burning Corpse Liu took out a silver needle from his clothes at this moment, without even looking at Huang Mao, and held a cigarette in his mouth crookedly:
"The ashes at the bottom of the pot are mixed with boiling water, and there is no sugar. Of course it tastes bad. But drinking it can relieve pain, which is better than ibuprofen."
After saying that, Shao Xie Liu took my painful right hand and without waiting for me to prepare, he raised the silver needle and pierced my right index finger.
With this stabbing, my right index finger instantly burst into dark blood.
"When the blood turns red, everything will be fine."
"Thank you, Uncle Liu!"
I thanked him respectfully. Although Uncle Liu looked fierce, he looked like the leading actor in an autopsy.
But this guy is really good.
When Burning Corpse Liu heard my thanks, he smiled and didn't reply.
He just took out another silver needle to help Huang Mao bleed...
Although the boiled water mixed with the ash at the bottom of the pot is very hard to drink, I have also heard that the ash at the bottom of the pot is also called Baicao Shuang, which is a traditional Chinese medicine.
Moreover, this thing can also cure evil spirits.
In our village, some of the older generation have the custom of touching the doorstep with ashes from the bottom of a pot during festivals, and dotting the eyebrows of children under the age of one month.
I had only drank it for less than a minute, and black blood was dripping from my index finger.
I felt the pain in my arm begin to subside.
That feeling quickly weakened, accompanied by the outflow of black blood.
After three drops of black blood appeared on the index finger, the pain disappeared immediately and red blood appeared.
The index finger of my right hand returned to the initial sour and numb feeling.
"Uncle Liu, my fingers and arms no longer hurt."
I said happily, admiring Liu's ability to burn corpses.
Huang Mao also waved his hands at this moment:
"It really doesn't hurt anymore. Uncle Liu, you are so powerful. You can solve the problem with just a bowl of water and a needle. How powerful are you?"
The two of us praised the corpse-burning Liu, and laughed "haha" twice:
"It's just a cheap trick. Although your fingers no longer hurt, your problem has not been solved yet.
And the abilities of these two hungry ghosts are probably a little more powerful than I expected.
So before you set off, go to the mute old woman in the cafeteria and get a bottle of cow's tears so that you can do things more efficiently at night."
When I heard the cow's tears, I felt happy.
This thing is a good thing, but it's not easy to get.
Because this thing can open your eyes.
After applying it to the eyelids, it can reduce eye irritation and see dirty things that are usually invisible.
I've wanted to try it out for a long time, but I've never had the chance.
"Okay, Uncle Liu."
Huang Mao replied happily.
I also replied:
"Okay Uncle Liu."
Burning Corpse Liu nodded and asked the two of us to sit next to him and rest for a while.
After about twenty minutes, the fire in the iron furnace stopped.
The two corpses were also burned into bones and dregs.
Burning Corpse Liu picked up an ordinary urn, collected the bones and dregs together and covered it:
"Go over tonight and take two of these coffin boxes with you.
Be polite first and then use military force. If you can send someone with a message, send it with a message.
But if they don't drink the wine as a penalty, they just stir cinnabar and lime powder into it and win him over."
Burning corpses Liu was telling me and Huang Mao how to deal with starving ghosts.
The ashes and bones are equally important to the deceased.
The treatment given to the bones often affects the deceased.
If the bones are buried well, not only will the deceased be reincarnated, but future generations will also be blessed.
But if the bones are injured, the deceased will also be traumatized in disguised form.
Lime and cinnabar are both objects of the highest yang.
If this is mixed into the ashes, the deceased will be more uncomfortable than death.
If the ashes are raised again, there will be no bones left...
I have to say that the method of burning corpses is really poisonous.
However, I like it very much.
With a smile, he immediately responded:
"I understand, Uncle Liu."
"Do you really understand?"
Burning Corpse Liu looked at me and asked again, as if to make sure.
I nodded firmly:
"I really understand."
But Huang Mao didn’t understand:
"Uncle Liu, I don't quite understand. Why lime and cinnabar? What can they be used for?"
Although Huang Mao joined the job two months earlier than me, his foundation is not as good as mine.
Burning Corpse Liu didn't even look at him, he just took a puff of cigarette:
"Li Xu, explain to him..."
Burning Corpse Liu was testing me and wanted to see if I really understood his intentions.
I didn't hesitate and told Huang Mao what I understood.
After hearing this, Huang Mao suddenly realized:
"Several people. So, the ashes mixed with lime and cinnabar will make those two starving ghosts worse than death?
If their ashes are raised again, there will be no trace of their remains.
In this way, if you pick the shrimp threads of these two hungry ghosts, you will pinch them with your hands!"
Huang Mao finished speaking excitedly, with excitement.
Burning Corpse Liu also nodded with satisfaction, very satisfied with my answer:
"There are only a few ways to deal with dirty things.
As long as he can learn and apply it, it doesn't matter whether he is a starving ghost or something else.
Once you grasp their weaknesses, you can easily kill them.
But I have to say that Xiao Xu’s foundation is really good.
I think the curator and others are looking forward to your performance tonight..."