If you saw a relative of yours come back one night, would you be happy or scared? So please don’t use your saliva to criticize me for being unfilial, even though I am a shameful tomb robber. In such a situation,
Next, I was left with only deep doubts and a little bit of fear.
I called Dad, hoping that he would recognize me. This is also a normal reaction of a person. At the beginning, I didn't think that calling him like this would wake him up.
However, when I called out, he turned back.
He turned around and smiled at me.
I remember it right, it was a very ordinary smile. On the weather-beaten face that I had seen for decades, the smile was simple, without any coldness of a corpse.
I don’t know everything that happened after that smile. After I woke up, I, including several of my father’s former friends, were lying in a mess in the yard.
The weather in late autumn was very cold. I was okay because I was in good health, but I just felt exhausted after waking up. Several of my father’s old friends were much more serious. After the initial surprise, my wife quickly came out of the kitchen.
I cooked a big pot of hot soup, but it didn't stop them from catching a cold, so after a simple breakfast, I took them to the health center in the village and hooked them up to an intravenous drip.
After lunch, the three of them gathered in my room. We had to figure out what happened last night. But one thing is for sure, we were not dreaming, because dreaming, even if it is sleepwalking, is not a dream.
Maybe four people were sleepwalking at the same time.
So, what I experienced yesterday is real. My father has really come back.
Why did he come back? After he came back, what did he do after a few of us fainted? And how did he send the four of us from the entrance of the village to the yard of my house?
Only then did we realize that we had done something extremely stupid. To use a modern saying, we did not protect the scene well.
We should find traces of my father's activities when we wake up in the morning, before there is a large flow of people in the village - because of the heavy rain during the day last night, and because my father's body was covered with mud, there will definitely be traces of it.
Footprints. We can use footprints to find where he went and what he did.
But it's too late to say anything now.
If this incident happened in the homes of ordinary people, they would definitely find a Feng Shui master or ask a Taoist priest to open a altar to help the souls of the dead. But among the four of us, any one of us can be perfectly qualified for the role of a Feng Shui master, even
We are more professional than them. We are craftsmen with strong professional knowledge. In terms of Feng Shui, we are definitely more professional than those charlatans.
Therefore, the four of us did not tell anyone what happened to us last night, and we were prepared to find out the reason for my father's sudden appearance.
It is for this reason that the three of them temporarily lived in my house. Originally, I thought they were supporting roles and had to name them. These three people have also been dead for many years, and they are people I have always respected.
Elders, so here, I will not specifically mention their names, just call them Zhang San, Li Si, and Wang Mazi. This may be an insignificant part of this story.
After preliminary discussions, the four of us agreed that my father was a fake corpse. In other words, what we saw last night was a corpse. He was tangible and qualitative, not a soul.
Since it is a fake corpse, we must continue to find out why he faked a corpse.
First of all, we went to my father's burial place to see if his grave had been damaged. We even speculated whether some blind kid from Zhaojia Village or a neighboring village came and dug his grave.
——After all, no matter how poor the family is, and the reason for being poor is that the underworld weapon cannot be sold, there are still a few treasures in my father's coffin that can be passed down to the next generation in an ordinary family.
The new graves filled in the cemetery yesterday were intact.
Zhang San said: Should we dig out Lao Zhao and take a look?
Li Si looked around the entire tomb. He has special skills. If this tomb was dug up and then filled with soil, it would definitely not be able to deceive us, because this is what we eat. He said:
Forget it, this grave has never been opened.
But since this is the case, a problem arises.
It has never been opened. How did my father get out?
Could it be that what we encountered was indeed a soul, not a corpse?
At the end of the discussion, we still didn’t dig the grave. We dug other people’s graves, but digging the graves of our own relatives was indeed unlucky for my family. We may not believe this, but we must avoid it.
The question returned to yesterday, and Li Si said: "Look, could it be because of that? You also saw the situation yesterday. Is it because of the feng shui problem in Lao Zhao's cemetery? This is a place where dragon loaches can appear.
There's weirdness everywhere.
Let's think about it. As mentioned before, a large part of the reason for corpse fraud is due to the feng shui of the cemetery. Our personalities are all of the do-it-yourself type, so we take action immediately.
We spent a few hours walking around the entire Zhaojia Village, just like we were checking out the spots when we were doing a dumpling, to observe the differences in my dad’s Feng Shui pattern.
The fact is just as you think, there is nothing strange at all, and the performance in Feng Shui is quite satisfactory.
So, after looking at it for a long time, we encountered the second problem, or in other words, this problem was already encountered during the burial yesterday.
Why does a dragon loach that can only appear in a dragon's lair appear in an ordinary cemetery that is no longer ordinary?
And it was accompanied by the scene when Mr. Guo was buried in the Feng Shui Mysterious Book? There was even a phenomenon of thunder striking the coffin?
After we dragged our tired bodies home with nothing, after dinner, we began to make complete preparations for the night's action. First, we hung a portrait of a great man that could be found everywhere on the front door.
There is a bronze mirror hung on the tree in the main room. This bronze mirror was temporarily requisitioned from my wife.
These two are both popular methods of warding off evil spirits - again, even if we don't believe it, we still have to prepare for it at this time.
In fact, our mood today is uneasy and entangled. We want to meet my dad again, but we have an inexplicable fear.
In addition to this, the entire yard is hung with ropes, and there are several bells tied to the ropes. These bells were stolen from the necks of the cows in the production team to detect things entering the yard as soon as possible.
warning.
There are four of us, each with a black donkey's hoof.
We set up a dragnet and what we were going to catch turned out to be my father's body. This feeling was very funny, and I have to say that the four of us had a hunch that he would come again today.
I asked my wife to take the two children to bed first. My youngest son was still young and quite confused, so he fell into a deep sleep early. My eldest son’s personality is more like mine, and he usually behaves like a wild child.
It seemed that after seeing our arrangement in the yard, he was so excited that he refused to take a rest. It was not until after ten o'clock that he couldn't hold it any longer, so he lay on the window sill and fell into a deep sleep.
There were four of us left in the room smoking cigarettes, and some of us were drinking wine. The wine was home-brewed. It was muddy, but the taste was acceptable.
Lying on the ground was a local dog that I raised at home and had been close to my eldest son. It looked at us doubtfully, as if it wanted to understand what its owner wanted to do.
Seeing this dog, I suddenly thought of the black dog in the Feng Shui Mysterious Book that blocked the Emperor Star on the Guo family's ancestral house after the death of Mr. Guo. Unfortunately, this dog was khaki in color and did not sit on the roof.
like a statue.
In the blink of an eye, it was early morning, the giant old-fashioned pendulum clock at home was ticking, and our hearts were in our throats.
Midnight, twelve o'clock.
In folklore, this is the time when the gates of hell open wide.
Suddenly, the native dog that had been lying lazily on the ground stood up and raised its ears. At this time, we could clearly see the dog's tangled expression.
After that, it screamed like crazy.
As soon as it barked, the bells in the yard suddenly rang. Instantly, the originally quiet night seemed noisy. The dogs in the village barked together. Together with the sound of the bells in the yard, it made people feel...
Very irritable.
I shouted at the dog and got down! The four of us were about to rush to the yard with the black donkey hooves, but this usually very obedient dog stopped being obedient this time and barked several times at the window.
, after calling it, it lay down on the ground in a very humane manner.
His whole body was shaking and he made a whimpering sound like crying.
The four of us turned to look at the window, and saw a blurry bloody face on the window, and an eye, staring at us coldly and coldly.
Without hesitation, I grabbed the stool on the ground and smashed it against the window! I didn’t dare to pause at all. Although the three of them were old, their skills were not slow. The four of us were almost at the same time.
Rushed out.
All of this happened in a flash of lightning. After we rushed out, we only saw a bloody figure, and ran away!
Zhang San shouted: Chase quickly!
In fact, there was no need for him to bark, our figure did not stop at all, and because of the continuous barking just now, many people in the village were already up.
We rushed out of the yard and happened to see a few villagers holding lanterns standing on the road. They didn't seem to understand the situation and yelled at me: Jianguo, what are you doing? It's so late at night, why don't you let me sleep?
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As soon as he finished speaking, a woman's heartbreaking roar came from in front of him. The men in the Zhaojia Village are all bloody and may be afraid of living people, but they are definitely not afraid of dead people.
We ran over and saw the neighbor's fourth aunt, paralyzed on the ground, exuding a fishy smell, trembling and pointing to the road, shouting incoherently: "Ghost, ghost, ghost."
Perhaps because of the barking of the dog, she got up to check the situation, and happened to see the bloody figure. She was so frightened that she became incontinent.
Next, there was a large-scale pursuit that quickly spread to the entire village. Countless lanterns lit up their flashlights and chased the bloody figure.
This pursuit led to my father’s graveyard. (To be continued)