Late at night, outside a hotel in S town, more than 100 kilometers away from C city, a dark wind blew. A funeral procession passed by the hotel where Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing lived.
"Dazhi, what do you think this is all about? His child and mother were lost, and he asked us to help find him. I think this place is quite evil. I will ask around tomorrow to see if there is the Baijia Village that Director Bai mentioned!
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Zhou Zijing looked at the funeral procession passing by outside the window and complained angrily. A few days ago, Director Bai's mother said that she would take her grandson back to her hometown to visit, but the day after she left, her family could no longer contact her.
Madam, Director Bai's family hurriedly called the police, but when the police went to S town to investigate, they were told that there was no villa called Baijia Village there at all.
Director Bai was now anxious. He had heard from his father before that Baijiacun was an ancient battlefield. Because there was so much resentment there, no one had lived there. About a hundred years ago, the ancestors of Baijiacun
Escaped there.
In those days, those who survived were lucky, and who would care about those superstitious rumors. Fortunately, nothing happened to the people of Baijia Village while they lived there.
Later, Director Bai's father walked away from the small ravine and did not go back for more than 40 years. When Mr. Bai passed away last year, he specifically asked his wife to bury half of his ashes in Baijia Village, which could be regarded as returning to his roots.
Unexpectedly, such a bizarre disappearance case would occur. Director Bai ran out of ideas for a while, and with the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living doctor, he decided to try Wu Dazhi and the others.
Of course, Wu Dazhi and the others are not working for free. As long as he can help Director Bai find his son, Director Bai will get him a formal job.
This condition is too tempting. You should know that formal employees never have to take the blame.
"Fat man, do you think this funeral procession is strange?" Wu Dazhi stared at the funeral procession for a while before speaking.
"What's weird?" Zhou Zijing didn't see anything. Although he returned to Hada Village for special training last time, it seems that the effect is not obvious and his ability has not improved at all.
"I think the two buried children are very special! They seem to be alive!" Wu Dazhi pointed to the little paper figures next to the coffin, which were held high.
Burying a person after death is a big deal in China, especially in rural areas. The importance of this matter has risen to a level that concerns the fate of the family.
Therefore, if a relative in the family dies, people related to him or her will usually make or buy some paper items so that the deceased has a house to live in and things to use in the afterlife.
People usually call the little paper figures made for the dead as funeral boys. The funeral boys accompany the deceased during the funeral so that the deceased will not feel lonely on the way.
There is also a saying that only ghosts who take this kind of paper-shaped little figure on the road will not be looked down upon by other ghosts, nor will they be bullied, and the journey to the underworld will be much smoother.
There need to be two burial children, one male and one female, and they should be placed on both sides of the coffin, one on the left and one on the left. The positions of the male on the left and the female on the right cannot be reversed.
They need to be burned immediately after burial. To be precise, children buried with them do not belong to the world of the world, nor do they belong to the underworld. However, they will be contaminated with a lot of yin energy as they walk along the road to the underworld with the dead.
If you just leave them alone, these things can easily be used by evil ghosts or evil spirits and become evil things that harm the world.
However, generally speaking, the abilities of buried children are not strong, and even if they become evil objects, they will not have a wide-scale impact.
"Dazhi, have you been catching ghosts recently? Why don't you see anything wrong?" Zhou Zijing looked in the direction of Wu Dazhi's finger for a while, and finally concluded that there is nothing wrong with this thing at all.
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"No, that thing feels wrong!"
With that said, Wu Dazhi stood up and walked out the door. Zhou Zijing was startled and hurriedly got up and followed. Wu Dazhi didn't really chase the funeral procession. He just stood there and looked at it from a distance.
The funeral procession leaves.
Wu Dazhi knew from the information provided by Xiaoyou before that the road the funeral procession took led to a mountain, and the location of that mountain was the ancient battlefield.
"Oh, Dazhi, are those people crazy? Going to the ancient battlefield in the middle of the night?!" Of course Zhou Zijing also knew where the end of the road was, so when he guessed the destination of the funeral procession, his expression changed.
Somewhat ugly.
"Hey, if you don't have a cremation, why bother digging a hole? It's all a disaster!"
Wu Dazhi didn't seem to hear Zhou Zijing's words, but sighed to himself.
As the funeral procession left, only the money scattered on the deep road was left, adding a lot of desolation to the late night in this ordinary small county.
Early the next morning, Wu Dazhi couldn't let go of the funeral procession last night, so he hurried to ask the shop owner.
Unexpectedly, the hotel owner looked at Wu Dazhi as if he were a madman, with an angry look on his face: "Say, young man, you, a city man, can't bully me, a country man, like this. You said something about a funeral in the morning. What do you mean?"
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Wu Dazhi suddenly realized that people in the city were taboo about talking about someone's death, not to mention that in this relatively isolated countryside, he really deserved a beating.
Thinking of this, Wu Dazhi gave himself a symbolic slap twice and did not dare to ask about the funeral last night.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Dazhi changed the topic to Baijia Village. He took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to the hotel owner with a smile. Unexpectedly, the boss only took one look at it and took out a box of Yellow Crane from the counter.
Lou handed it to Wu Dazhi:
"Brother, just slap me, as long as you know you're wrong!"
Wu Dazhi felt ashamed. He said, "You really can't discriminate against rural people now. Maybe they are living a better life than you." He nodded cruelly. The innkeeper in front of him was no longer an innkeeper. In Wu Dazhi's heart, he instantly became,
Hotel Tycoon.
"Boss Tycoon, I want to ask you something. Do you know there is a place called Baijiacun near here?"
The hotel tycoon was so flattered by Wu Dazhi that he lit up a cigarette, glanced at Wu Dazhi, and repeated: "What place did you say? Baijia Village? We have Lijia Village, Liujia Village, and Wangjia Village here.
Village, it’s a pity that there is no place called Baijia Village!!”
No? Wu Dazhi and Zhou Zijing looked at each other. What was going on? Did Director Bai trick them, or was the hotel tycoon in front of them not well-informed enough?
"Really?" Zhou Zijing asked reluctantly.
The hotel tycoon glared at Zhou Zijing with dissatisfaction: "What's wrong with you, fat man? I'm telling you, there is no place in the ten miles and eight villages around here that I don't know about!"
Wu Dazhi tugged at Zhou Zijing's clothes. It seemed that if he asked again, he wouldn't be able to find out anything. He might even make the hotel tycoon angry.
"That tycoon, is there any place you can play here?" Wu Dazhi asked casually, not knowing what to say.
"Yes!" the hotel tycoon replied without thinking: "But you have to be brave enough! Otherwise..."