"Mr. Fang, the case is over. Wu Wenqian and Li Zhenquan have learned about the facts of the crime. In addition, they also learned about the black dog through investigating Zhang Hai's neighbors. The black dog was a stray that Zhang Hai picked up seven years ago.
Puppy, before Wu Wenqian married Zhang Hai, Zhang Hai and the black dog had always been dependent on each other..."
On the phone, Ouyang Xueqing talked about the case, but Fang Ming didn't listen too much. It wasn't until Ouyang Xueqing had finished talking that he said, "If possible, bury this black dog and Zhang Hai together.
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After hanging up the phone, Fang Ming looked at Lao Huang who was lying beside him, "Why, you've been listless recently. Is it also affected by the black dog incident?"
Two days have passed since that day's trip to the orphanage. In these two days, Fang Ming clearly felt that Lao Huang's mood was not very high. The most evident point is that Lao Huang no longer sneaks out to hook up with other bitches recently.
They all lay down in the shop and dozed off.
"Everyone has his own destiny, and the same goes for your dog world. Every dog has its own destiny. Maybe that is the fate of the black dog. Bury it with Zhang Hai, maybe
The two of us will still be together in the next life."
Fang Ming comforted Lao Huang, and then looked at the carved objects on the table. In a few days, he had all consecrated these objects.
"Okay, you stay here and go home with Dazhu then. I'm going to buy some more medicinal materials."
After hearing the medicinal materials, Lao Huang's eyes finally shone brightly, and then he patted the ground with a pair of front paws, meaning you can go and don't disturb my sleep.
"You guy!"
After laughing and scolding, Fang Ming ignored Lao Huang and went downstairs to say hello to Dazhu and was about to leave, but at this time his cell phone rang.
"Hey, is this Boss Fang?"
Hearing the voice on the phone, Fang Ming was stunned for a moment, and then a meaningful smile appeared on his face, "It's Mr. Zhang. Why, did Mr. Zhang get the body of the ancient corpse?"
"Well, I have taken out the body, so what should I do now?"
"Bring the body to me and prepare another three hundred thousand to transfer over."
There was silence on the other side of the phone, and it was only a moment later that Zhang Qi's answer was heard: "I, I'll be here in an hour."
After hanging up Zhang Qi's phone, Fang Ming said to Dazhu: "Dazhu, I'll give you a piece of paper and you can buy it according to the things on it. A business will come to your door soon, and I need to prepare it."
"OK."
Dazhu waited until Fang Ming wrote down the things he wanted to buy on the paper and then walked out of the store with the paper. Fang Ming was not idle as he had to make preparations.
An hour later, Zhang Qi arrived. He walked into the store with his suitcase in hand. When he saw Fang Ming, he said hello awkwardly: "Boss Fang."
"Come upstairs with me."
Fang Ming didn't say anything. He had already guessed that Zhang Qi was the only one coming this time. No matter how Zhang Qi got the body or whether Mr. Liu helped, the people who came could only
It's Zhang Qi alone.
Tacitly, Fang Ming did not ask Zhang Qi how he got the body. After arriving on the second floor, he motioned to Zhang Qi to open the suitcase.
The suitcase was opened, and there was a piece of cotton cloth inside. When the cotton cloth was lifted, a skeleton was revealed. Of course, the skeleton was not complete and had already fallen apart.
"How have you slept these days?"
"Thank you, Boss Fang. I've been sleeping much better these days and I haven't encountered that female ghost again."
Zhang Qi nodded with a grateful smile on his face. In fact, this was the reason why he finally determined to get the body. Fang Ming's method worked.
Because it was effective, Zhang Qi had no doubts about Fang Ming's words. If he couldn't get the body, he would really die, so after begging his teacher hard, he finally got the body.
Of course, Zhang Qi knew his teacher very well. In order to get his teacher's consent, he had already applied to the superiors to be transferred to the Sahara Desert, which has the harshest environment, in the next ten years to participate in the research and excavation of ancient cultures in the desert.
This means that in the next ten years, he will be with the desert, facing the sky full of wind and sand every day, and he will also be digging for culture in the center of the desert, with only ten days of vacation a year.
Zhang Qi knew very well that only in this way would his teacher help him, which was equivalent to him spending ten years in exchange for this body.
After a while, Dazhu came back, carrying several bags in his hands.
"Give me the oilcloth first."
Dazhu took out a roll of oilcloth paper from one of the bags and handed it to Fang Ming. Fang Ming spread it flat on the ground, then put his hands in the basin to wash and dry them, and then directly put the contents in the suitcase
The bones were picked out bit by bit.
Fang Ming moved very slowly because the corpse was many years old. Although it was brought back by the archaeological team and treated with chemical liquid to prevent weathering, the bones were already brittle and could easily be shattered if not careful.
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Fang Ming's movements were very subtle, which surprised Zhang Qi who was watching on the sidelines, because he found that some of Fang Ming's methods of handling corpses were even more delicate than him, and his movements were more professional than him. You must know that he specializes in dealing with corpses.
for many years.
"Did Boss Fang also do archeology before?"
Zhang Qi muttered in his heart, and Fang Ming had no time to care about Zhang Qi's thoughts now. To be honest, he had seen many times more corpses than Zhang Qi. When he followed his master all over the country, he had seen even the recently deceased corpses.
There are hundreds of them, and there are quite a few corpses that are hundreds or thousands of years old.
Half an hour later, a complete corpse was placed on the oil paper cloth.
"Fortunately, there are no missing items."
Fang Ming also breathed a sigh of relief. This kind of work requires carefulness and skill. Even if he has done it many times, he still feels exhausted every time.
However, this is only the first step completed.
"First apologize to the deceased."
Fang Ming took out the incense burner from the side and placed it in front of the corpse, then motioned to Zhang Qi to light incense and say thank you.
"Oh okay."
Zhang Qi now did whatever Fang Mingrang said. He immediately took the Zen incense and lit it while worshiping and apologizing.
"Dazhu, have you got the flag I wanted?"
"Here it is, in the black bag."
He took out a piece of cloth from another black bag. The so-called cloth is actually a bit similar to a shirt, the kind of sleeve fabric used for embroidery in ancient times.
Writing brush, cinnabar, ink...
After all the prepared tools were laid out on the table, Fang Ming drew runes on the cloth with a pen and said in his mouth: "Pick up the pen to ask the ghosts and gods, and write about the earth spirit. In the past, there was an infatuated girl, and today her soul is here."
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The pen moves like a dragon, Fang Ming's speed is very fast, and he can finish the painting in the blink of an eye.
After the banner cloth was finished, Fang Ming walked to the window on the second floor. There was a bamboo with bamboo leaves. This was a bamboo more than two meters high. Dazhu had just cut it secretly in a certain community.
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He hung the banner on the bamboo leaves and let it sway in the wind outside the window. After making sure that the banner would not fall, Fang Ming returned to the desk, and then took out the jade Ruyi.
Yu Ruyi was in hand. After looking at it for a while, Fang Ming took out the red rope from the bag, and then quickly tied a knot on Yu Ruyi. The movement was so fast that Dazhu on the side did not see Fang Ming's movements clearly.
, but in the end I saw the red rope wrapped three times around Yu Ruyi.
One end of the red rope was wrapped around the jade Ruyi. After placing the jade Ruyi, Fang Ming led the red rope to the corpse and wrapped the other end of the red string around the left wrist of the corpse.
After doing all this, Fang Ming signaled to Zhang Qi to stop apologizing.
"What I'm going to do next may be a little weird, but no matter what you see or hear, don't be surprised, and you're not allowed to say anything, otherwise no one can save you."
Fang Ming's expression was very serious, and Zhang Qi kept nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, indicating that he would definitely not speak or make any sound for a while.
"Big pillar burning paper!"
Fang Ming said something to Dazhu, and Dazhu took out a bag of paper money, and also brought a copper basin over and put the paper money in to burn.
Although I don’t know what Fang Ming wants to do, Dazhu, who grew up in the countryside, still knows how to burn paper money, and there are also particularities in burning paper money, that is, the paper money cannot be thrown from the middle, and it must be allowed to slide into the pot from the four sides of the brazier.
Inside.
The reason is very simple. If the paper money is thrown directly from the top to the middle, it will suppress the fire, and suppressing the fire is equivalent to suppressing the money. The weight of the burned paper money will be very heavy, and the ghost will not be able to take much away.
"here we go."
Fang Ming's expression also began to become solemn, because the next step is the most critical moment, and whether he can succeed or not depends on what happens next.
In front of the desk, Fang Ming held his breath for one second, two seconds...
Fifteen seconds later, Fang Ming's eyes widened. He didn't know when a seal appeared on his hand, and he slapped it heavily on the table.
"Paper money opens the way, the shadows ask questions, flags and banners attract the souls, and the souls travel thousands of miles!"
After finishing reciting, Fang Ming did not stop there, holding a brush and writing quickly on the yellow paper in front of him.
"Worship the lands of the four directions... Pardon!"
After writing, light the yellow paper!
"Second worship to the Underworld Master...forgiveness!"
Light it up again.
"Three bows to the gods of heaven and earth...amnesty order!"
After the three pieces of yellow paper were burned, Fang Ming's eyes looked towards the window. Zhang Qi and Dazhu saw Fang Ming staring there and looked towards the window curiously, but nothing seemed to have changed.
Just when the two of them were confused, a gust of wind suddenly blew from the window, the flags were swaying, and the bamboo leaves were making an uproar.
"Coming!"
A smile appeared on Fang Ming's face, but then he returned to a serious expression, and then the real meat show began.
PS: Today is the first update. I finished the old book today and thought about it carefully. From tomorrow on, I can work hard to update this book. There will be three updates tomorrow, and then it will burst out from time to time.