I saw the fat man, dragging out a piece of black cloth from somewhere, standing there and calling me: "Little guy, you are still busy picking up girls at this time, and you haven't even come to help. I want to tire you out, fat man."
I blushed and ran over quickly. This roll of black cloth was so big and thick that the two of us could barely lift it. At this time, I really envied Lin Erdan’s strength. The two of us carried the black cloth and kept following it with our swords.
In the ancestral graveyard near the threshing floor, the fat man began to roll a ball of black cloth on the ground. I thought about this rolling and understood it.
This black cloth is spread flat like a carpet. This long cloth just extends from the ancestral graveyard to the threshing floor, like a small black bridge on the flat ground.
After doing all this, the fat man was so tired that he was sweating profusely. He squatted on the ground and gasped for air. I asked him: What are you going to do next?
Let me take a rest, Fatty. I still have to work until twelve o'clock. Fatty said.
The busyness just now calmed down in an instant. The rest lasted for an hour or two. Fortunately, there was no commotion this time. The villagers were all looking for the sake of the 100 yuan. Everyone was chatting.
When the number of people really increased, looking at this rather small red coffin, it was not so scary now, and everyone was even talking about what was inside.
But without any surprise, everyone was sure that there would be a woman inside, because the red clothes were worn by women, the red shoes were worn by women, and the red coffin must also be for women.
Jiuliang and I stood and listened to everyone's discussion. After a while, Jiuliang suddenly asked me: "Why can't you see your little lover and mother-in-law in such a huge battle?"
I knew they weren't coming without even searching.
Whenever there is something supernatural or something happening in the village, they won't come.
the reason is simple.
Wu Miao is a white tiger who kills her husband.
Lin Xiaoyao has been said to be the reincarnation of an evildoer since she was a child. Both of them are symbols of unlucky. They will not appear in such places unless they have to. If others don't say anything, the two of them will not come to avoid others looking.
It's uncomfortable.
Maybe they didn’t believe this, so they didn’t come. I said to Jiuliang
Time passed quickly, and it was already twelve o'clock in the blink of an eye. The legendary alternation of yin and yang, ghost knocking on the door and the like in film and television works, also usually happen at this time. At this time, the fat man stood up and started walking towards
In the ancestral graveyard, I don’t know when I took out his compass and bell again, shaking them as I walked.
Everyone knelt down to pray for the return of their ancestors. Lin Sanshui stood in front of the clay sculptures and began to throw them into the fire.
The words "please return the ancestors to their throne" instantly silenced the chaotic crowd. They all knelt down in the direction of the ancestral graves. Now even a brainless person can imagine what the fat man is going to do. He is going to be in the ancestral graves.
, leading the dead souls of ancestors out.
Those clay sculptures are the carriers made by the fat man for their souls. What they need to do now is to invite their ancestors to come to their bodies.
I also knelt down in that direction. I didn't kneel down for nine ounces. I pulled him a few times and said: I know that the ancestors of my Lin family have nothing to do with you, but the deceased is an eldest girl. We have to take the overall situation into consideration.
Everyone in the audience, except for the second uncle and the fat man, were all kneeling down and worshiping devoutly. Even the aunts and sisters-in-law began to mutter something, just taking this time to pray for the blessings of their ancestors.
The fat man has a compass on his left and right, a bell on his right hand, his fat body twists and turns like a god, and sings strange songs that we can't understand.
The sky has become cloudy once again. This is actually another night walk of a hundred ghosts. In this kind of weather, over Linjiazhuang, there will be clouds covering the moon like last time.
For a moment, there was no other light on the threshing floor except the brazier.
The fat man kept shaking the bell in his hand, just like the bell we used when we were in school, as if he was calling the ancestors of the Lin family who were sleeping in the ancestral graveyard to wake up and come together to help the Lin family village survive this disaster.
The direction of the ancestral graveyard suddenly became inexplicably cold, which made me feel particularly cold when I was shirtless. The policewoman looked up and immediately opened her mouth.
The fat man was holding a bell to guide the way. Just like the last time we saw the illusory figure when he helped Lin Erdan to summon the soul, the difference was only a pair of dark green eyes. This time, pedestrians began to slowly appear on the black cloth.
These people have different shapes and have peaceful expressions, but all of them look pale. The most important thing is that each of them is wearing a red and white shroud, which is unusually wide, like a robe, slowly
Walk slowly on that black cloth.
I felt that everyone around me was trembling. No one was not scared, and no one had any doubts at this time.
In this way, the fat man led the ancestors of the Lin family, who had already manifested their figures, to the clay sculptures with names on them.
Lin Sanshui had forgotten the action of throwing paper money into the brazier. Not sure whether it was out of fear or nervousness, he buried his body on the ground and kept kowtowing.
Inviting the gods to return, the fat man put away the bell and threw out a handful of yellow paper. At this moment, he was like a god descending to earth, and like a ghost from the underworld leading the way.
The figures wearing shrouds, under the guidance of the fat man, found the corresponding clay sculptures with their names on them, and then sat down.
For a moment, all the figures disappeared. The fat man stood on the spot, breathing heavily. At this moment, everyone looked in the direction of the clay sculpture. The place that was relatively clear at first was blurry at the moment, as if it were here.
The world has been divided.
I opened my eyes wide and tried to see clearly, but the harder I tried to see clearly, the harder I could see clearly.
Everyone got ready to open the coffin. The fat man shouted to Lin Sanshui.
The villagers of Linjiazhuang are now experienced in dealing with this situation. They are well-trained. Now that all the ancestors have come out, who dares to make a mistake? Everyone will immediately act as they were told at the beginning.
, forming a circle.
By this time, Fatty's yin and yang have been combined
The scene of hundreds of ghosts traveling around and getting into the clay sculpture real body is really spectacular. It is so spectacular that I thought that at this level, there would be no pressure to deal with this ghost coffin. But looking at the second uncle from a distance, he still had a solemn look on his face. And
In the moonlight, it was even more unsettling than before.
I really want to go up and slap him twice. At this time, it’s like this. What the hell are you still worried about? Shouldn’t you say what you think?
After the ancestors of the Lin family returned to their throne, and the villagers gathered around to form the yin and yang circle that the fat man said, the fat man threw away the compass and began to call me over there: "Little guy, come here and help open the coffin."
If I could, I would rather run away, but with so many people and so many pairs of eyes watching, how could I run away? The second uncle and the fat man are definitely two people who need to be beaten. Now that they can use me, why didn't they tell me before?
Make a surprise attack at this time
I'll go with you. The policewoman looked at me and said, looking a little pretentious.
It's okay. Fatty is so powerful, so it must be okay. Besides, my brother is still a virgin, so he is immune to all evil. I wiped my face and said.
The policewoman nodded, threw the shirt to me, and said: Go ahead, Mr. Little Virgin.
She said it easily, but I could still see her anxiety and uneasiness from her trembling.
As I walked towards the fat man with my buttons on, I really got closer to the red coffin, and I seemed to understand the meaning of the expression on my second uncle's face.
This coffin is so quiet. From the time Lin Erdan came here until we were busy with all this, this red coffin was lying here quietly and motionless. What is inside this thing is really a skill.
Big, let us make whatever arrangements we want, thinking that we can't do anything to him at all.
Or is he no longer in it? If she is no longer there, then where will she be now? I naturally thought of my father who turned into a heroine in the middle of the night.
This is what the second uncle is worried about
Fatty, something is wrong. The master in the coffin is just waiting for us to destroy him. I said to the fatty.
Who the hell knows that Fatty and I are doing things today, but I strictly follow the book, and there are no mistakes at all. The success depends on God, whether it succeeds or not, this is the last time I will interfere, you Linjiazhuang are too arrogant, Fatty, I won’t
The fat man wiped the sweat off his face, threw me a crowbar, and said: No matter what, let’s open the coffin first and see what’s inside.
After the fat man threw me the crowbar, he also lit three incense sticks in front of the red coffin, sprinkled a handful of yellow paper, and muttered like a madman: This is in the coffin, Fatty, I am Zifushan.
Liu Tianci, the reincarnation of the six paths of cause and effect is destiny. Since you die, you should fall into reincarnation. No matter how serious the injustice is, you will be cut into pieces after death. Why bother? Fatty doesn’t want to be your enemy. If you
The reason is that you are reincarnated at this time. Fatty, I can even ask my brothers to help you recite the Sutra to save people and pray that you will be reincarnated into a good family in the next life. What, Fatty, I am very interested. If you are willing, just knock on the coffin three times.
Good
At first glance, the fat man was talking nonsense, but his expression was so serious when he spoke. I don't know whether this guy is really discussing with the master in the coffin, or is just talking nonsense at this critical moment.
I held the crowbar, and my palms were all sweaty.
Listen carefully. I long for her to knock on the coffin.
Regardless of whether it's true or not, I still would rather she be reincarnated and be reincarnated into a good child.