When the alarm clock rang at five o'clock the next morning, I turned it off.
I rubbed my eyes and looked aside. Lulu and my mother were sleeping deeply and didn't notice that I was awake.
I put on my clothes quietly and walked out of the door.
It's past five o'clock in the winter in the north, and it's still dark. I just came out of the hot bed, and the cool breeze outside blew on my face. I couldn't help but wake up.
I wrapped my clothes tightly and walked outside. On the street outside, there were occasionally a few little ghosts passing by, but I was already very good at pretending that I couldn't see them.
As soon as we reached the corner, Shen Zhaoshan and I collided head-on. Following Shen Zhaoshan was Hai Dali.
As soon as Shen Zhaoshan saw me, he came over anxiously: "What's going on? Is your nose bleeding?"
I touched my nose and said with a smile: "Let's find a warm place to talk."
Then the two of us went to the Chenghuang Temple. At this time, Aunt Li was busy and she was not in the temple.
Shen Zhaoshan and I sat on both sides of the brazier.
Hai Dali put his hand on my head to check me.
I looked around and could see that the people in the village were very kind to Aunt Li. Although the statue was made of clay, it was plated with gold. It was also wearing a purple robe and a golden cloak, making it look particularly majestic.
Even in the dead of winter, the fruits on the offering table were still fresh, and the ashes in the incense burner were overflowing, showing that the incense was constantly burning.
very nice.
Aunt Li suffered a lot of grievances during her lifetime, and now this result is already very good.
Just as I was thinking about it, Hai Dali took back his hand.
Shen Zhaoshan leaned forward: "Teacher, how are you doing?"
I glanced at Shen Zhaoshan. It was dark just now and I didn't look carefully, but now I was shocked.
The circles under his eyes were like those of a giant panda, his face was darkened, and he was really lacking in energy. Some people who didn't know it thought he was being followed by ghosts.
"Did you not sleep last night?" I suddenly felt guilty. Shen Zhaoshan must have been up all night and was waiting to see a doctor for me.
Shen Zhaoshan was quite reserved: "Insomnia."
"..."
Hai Dali stood directly opposite the statue, and I could clearly see the corner of his mouth twitching.
Hai Dali put his fist against his mouth, coughed slightly, and then his expression became serious: "Your problem is not a small problem."
I was stunned: "How to say?"
"A nosebleed is not a simple nosebleed. Your soul has been swallowed up by the remnant soul of the black snake. A nosebleed is a reaction to the loss of the soul. If you allow it to be swallowed, there will be other reactions."
I nodded.
At this time, I feel extremely calm because my purpose has not changed from the beginning to the end, which is to resurrect my family.
Shen Zhaoshan was even more anxious than me: "What did that god say? Has he found the Dharma book?"
I shook my head: "I haven't called him since he left last time. It was only two days ago."
Shen Zhaoshan frowned and asked Hai Dali: "Teacher, do you know of any magic book that can give people one more life?"
Hai Dali thought seriously for a while: "I don't know."
Shen Zhaoshan rolled his eyes speechlessly.
I sighed: "Forget it, the ending is the same anyway. The old god said that if he goes to find the law book, I will believe him for the time being, but three months..."
It's really too short, half a month has passed now.
Why……
"Go back to sleep, it will still be dawn for a while."
After parting ways with Shen Zhaoshan, I tiptoed back to sleep.
In the morning, not surprisingly, I had another nosebleed.
I lay on the edge of the kang and washed my nose with the basin brought by Lulu, while Aunt Jiang was screaming and howling in the next room, like a madman.
My mother was so angry that she stood at the door and shouted to her: "Why are you crying! Why do you have the face to cry! Besides, your son is dead now! His soul is not in the body, so what's the point of keeping a body?"
Use? Zombies have no thoughts. Even if you keep them by your side, they won’t know that you are your mother!"
"Feng Guizhi! You don't deserve a good death! You all don't deserve a good death! Woo woo woo!"
My dad walked in, rubbed his face with one hand, sat in front of me and touched my head: "Why is it still bleeding? Why don't dad ask your uncle Qian to take us to the hospital for a checkup?"
I waved my hand hurriedly: "No need dad, it's okay. I know my own body. Besides, the police will be here later. My mom still has to burn the zombies. What will Aunt Jiang do if you're not there?"
My dad sighed sadly.
Zhao Ting handed me the toilet paper he folded in a serious manner, pursed his lips and said nothing.
I took it and blocked my nose, turned around and rubbed Zhaoting's head: "Let's eat."
While eating, Zhou Chengcheng muttered: "Why don't you come? I've waited so long that the flowers have almost withered."
At this time, Uncle Qian walked in.
As soon as Uncle Qian came in, he was carrying the cold air from outside. When he entered the room, he sat on the edge of the kang and said, "Oh, it's so cold outside."
My dad greeted him with a smile: "Come on, village chief, have a drink."
"No more drinking. I just received a call. Officer Li said that some naughty kid punctured the tire when they got out of the car to buy water. They went to change the tire. They probably won't arrive until the afternoon."
I almost choked on my throat.
If you dare to puncture the tires of a police car, you are really a naughty kid.
Uncle Qian heard Mrs. Jiang's noise in the east room and pointed to the east room with a surprised look on his face: "Brother, you are really good. Not only did you catch the zombies, you also caught Mrs. Jiang."
While Uncle Qian was talking, he suddenly saw me and said, "What's wrong with Yun's nose? Was it injured last night?"
Zhou Cheng suppressed his laughter and almost put his head under the table.
Shen Zhaoshan slapped him on the head: "Just laugh until you die."
Zhou Cheng covered his head and raised his head, his facial features wrinkled together: "Brother Shen, you have insomnia, so don't be grumpy, okay?"
Shen Zhaoshan...the dark circles under his eyes are even bigger. Did he not sleep even after returning?
I looked at him worriedly, and he happened to look over worriedly too.
Our eyes met and we quickly moved away.
At this time, my mother put down the bowl and chopsticks and asked Uncle Qian: "Village chief, do you have any firewood or something?"
Uncle Qian patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, we have everything. We have enough care. They are all piled up in the square. Do you need me to find a few more people to help?"
"No, it's not the last minute yet. I'm not sure what will happen. It's not good if there are too many people. You don't need to accompany me, village chief."
My mother has always been cautious.
After dinner, we locked up Aunt Jiang at home, locked up the house with Cheng Da, and then went to the village. My mother muttered and chose a place in the village that was most suitable for burning zombies.
It's not far from my home, but a little far from the square.
Uncle Qian still found several young men to help.
After everyone worked for more than two hours, they finally brought the firewood and stacked it according to my mother's instructions.
Now we are just about to take Chengda out and burn it.
However, an old voice suddenly and anxiously came from the direction of my house: "Oh! It's not good! Guizhi! That little son of Mrs. Jiang, pry open the door of your house and take away Mrs. Jiang and that zombie."