The middle-aged man stared blankly at the scattered bones on the ant pile. I saw that he was in a daze, so I reminded him: "Uncle, you can 'collect the bones' now!"
The uncle nodded and came over to help me.
I spread a piece of red cloth on the ground, on which I had already drawn the "Returning Body Talisman". This kind of Returning Body Talisman is not easy to draw, and I tried more than ten times at home before I could achieve initial success.
After laying out the red cloth, the uncle and I began to collect the bones on the ant nest piece by piece onto the red cloth, and I began to chant the "Soul-Saving Mantra" at the same time. I saw that the bones on the red cloth were slowly pieced together as I chanted the Soul-Saving Mantra.
In just a few minutes, the bones were pieced together to form a complete corpse.
"Well! Almost there! ... Uncle, leave the rooster bag to me and just stand aside."
"Okay." The middle-aged man replied. He picked up a bulging cloth bag and handed it to me.
Perhaps the rooster had already sensed its own death, as it kept flapping its wings inside the cloth bag.
Then I opened the soul barrel and shouted, "Come out."
The little ghost suddenly jumped out of the soul collecting barrel.
The little ghost was suspended in the air, his red body looking so bright under the flashlight. He asked me, "Master, what do I need to do?"
"Don't be in a hurry! Let me ask you, have you really thought it through? If you haven't, it's not too late to regret it now. You have to know that once you sacrifice your soul, your soul will really return to the underworld, and it will be reduced to ashes."
I must explain to the little kid in front of me all the interests involved.
The little ghost said confidently: "Yes! I have thought about it. Master, you can start."
"Okay. Then wait, when I recite the spell, you just follow it. Your remaining resentment will then attach to your bones. Only when you find that person will your resentment dissipate."
"Also, when your soul is being sacrificed, you may feel boundless pain. But remember, don't resist or struggle, just follow the spell. Otherwise, not only will it not succeed, it may also directly lead to your death."
"I see."
The little ghost said this dryly. He seemed to be reluctant to leave, and he looked in the direction of the little girl Yiyi outside the ravine.
The little girl's cry was loud
In the middle of the night.
"Okay, I'm going to start now."
Then I took out the incense burner I bought from the dead shop, as well as sandalwood incense and square-holed paper money from my backpack. Then I began to place them in front of the child's body. I inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner.
The lighter lit the incense, and wisps of gray smoke rose into the air.
The smoke seemed to be attracted and drifted towards the direction of the corpse. Then I recited the spells in the Yin-Yang Soul-Saving Notes that were specifically used to sacrifice souls. The spells were very complicated and difficult to understand when they came out of my mouth. But fortunately, it worked.
As I chanted the spell, the corpse of the little ghost began to tremble. Then, the ghost's soul also began to tremble. The black air wrapped around him slowly dissipated, and white light was drawn out of his body.
The little ghost's face showed a look of struggle and pain. It can be seen that he was in great pain at that moment.
As the little ghost struggled, sweat broke out on my forehead. I could feel an extremely strong pressure stimulating my nerves, just like needles. But I knew I couldn't stop, otherwise I would be in trouble.
While I was catching my breath, I sternly reminded the little ghost, "Don't struggle." Then I quickly continued chanting the spell.
After hearing what I said, the little boy slowly gave up his resistance, but his eyes were still filled with determination. I could feel his hatred for his biological father.
By the end of the spell, the ghost's soul had become almost transparent. He looked out of the ravine, his eyes blurred, and he took one last look at his mother. Then, the ghost's soul completely dispersed, turning into a ball of gray air, and poured into the corpse. That air was the dissipated resentment. The resentment would drive the child's bones to find the rapist.
Next to him, a middle-aged man knelt on the ground with his hands clasped together nervously. He seemed to be praying for something.
In the distance, the little girl started to cry loudly after hearing the voice of the little devil. Her voice was heartbreaking, "It's me, it's all me, I killed him! I don't deserve to be a mother, wuwu..."
The ghost's anger flew into the corpse. I was overjoyed. Without thinking too much, I took out the rooster from the bag and twisted its neck. The rooster died. Blood flowed out of its mouth. I held the rooster and poured the blood around the corpse.
Then I started burning paper in front of the corpse.
At the same time, I was comforting the little devil, "Kid, I will take care of your affairs, you can go with peace of mind. Don't worry about your mother, your fate with her is over, you should return to the dust as soon as possible..."
After hearing what I said, the child's resentment on the corpse was finally completely integrated into the corpse.
Then, to the surprise of the middle-aged man and me, the corpse slowly stood up from the blood circle. The bones that were pieced together seemed to be glued together, making a creaking sound.
"Okay, that's about it, we should go find that rapist!"
At this time, the child's skeleton began to move. His skeleton was like a rigid machine swinging, and it began to walk out of the ditch.
The uncle and I looked at each other and followed him.
Soon the skeleton was out of the ditch.
Seeing the skeleton, the little girl shrank and almost fainted in her mother's arms. Tears hung on her face, and she cried, "It's gone, it's gone, the child is gone! Wuuwu..."
The middle-aged woman pointed at the skeleton with a trembling finger and asked me, "Master Jiang, what...what's going on?"
I made a shushing gesture and whispered to her, "Don't say anything, just follow it."
Then, the four of us followed the skeleton and walked out of the mountain.
On the way, the little girl asked me where the little ghost had gone. I told her that the little ghost's soul had been liberated and its last wisp of obsession had melted into the bones in front. The little girl didn't say anything, but she looked very depressed.
Soon we were on the road. Fortunately, it was past ten in the evening, and the road here was relatively remote, with almost no pedestrians or vehicles on the road. But in order to avoid scaring others, I still wrapped the child's skeleton with white cloth, leaving only the skull that could rotate back and forth to guide us.
But it still felt weird to hold a skeleton in my arms at night. And the skull of the skeleton was still moving "clicking", which was creepy. Unbelievable.
We walked for a long time on the road, during which we passed by the little girl Yiyi's home, but the child's skull did not give any warning. It seemed that the rapist was not near the little girl's home.
About three hours
At about one in the morning, we turned into a deep alley. There was no light in the alley, so we could barely see.
The uncle asked me worriedly, "Master Jiang, we've been gone for so long, isn't it possible that it won't work?"
I whispered, "No!"
I don't want to say more. Because I came up with this method based on the records in the Yin-Yang Soul Notes. Although I don't know if I can really find the beastly rapist, I still find it incredible. After all, the corpse without flesh, blood, heart, or soul can really stand up, and it is now in my arms.
Some people may not believe what I say, but I am a witness and an eyewitness.
After walking for about another half an hour, in front of a dilapidated courtyard, the child's skull and skeleton began to shake.
I quickly put the child's body down and removed the white cloth wrapped around it.
The yard was very run-down, with bricks and tiles piled on the ground. It seemed that the family was not wealthy.
The corpse stepped through the gap in the courtyard gate and squeezed in.
I glanced at the middle-aged uncle and found that his brows were wrinkled. I guessed that he might have discovered something, so I asked him, "Uncle, are you okay?"
The uncle shook his head and said, "I'm fine. But I seem to have some impression of this place. I remember that I seemed to have been here once. But I can't remember clearly. It's night now, it's dark, and I can't see anything."
I said, "It's okay, you don't have to identify it, we can just go in directly. I believe there should be no mistake about the body."
The uncle didn't say anything, but he looked very anxious.
The middle-aged woman held the little girl Yi Yi's hand all the time, and Yi Yi kept her head down.
The gate to the courtyard was ajar and opened easily with a push.
When I entered the yard, I found that there were quite a few people living here.
The corpse stopped in front of a wooden door.
I whispered a reminder, "It should be here."
The middle-aged man clenched his fists tightly and said in a deep voice, "Okay, then I'll go knock on the door."
"Okay!" I said.
Then the middle-aged man walked to the door and started knocking on the wooden door with his hands. He knocked so hard that I was worried that the door would break.
Soon, several angry sounds and smoke were heard from inside the house.
A man yelled, "Who is it? Knocking on my door! Are you looking for death?"
The lights in the house came on.
, but the lighting was dim.
When the door opened, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment. He knew the man in the room. He was very old, with long hair, pockmarked face, and yellow spots in his eyes. He was Jia Yuchun, the former co-worker of the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged uncle and Jia Yuchun used to work in a plastic factory, and Jia Yuchun once visited the middle-aged uncle's home. Thinking back to that visit, it was exactly one year ago.
Later, Jia Yuchun left the factory and went to work elsewhere.
"Du Wei, why is it you?" Jia Yuchun still remembered the middle-aged uncle. There was surprise on his face.
The middle-aged man is called Du Wei.
It was at this moment that the child's skeleton suddenly pounced towards Jia Yuchun.
Jia Yuchun was wearing only shorts, and after being bitten by the skeleton, he immediately felt a sharp pain in his thigh.
He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Ah, what is this thing... Get out of the way, get out of the way... Ah!..." He saw the bones on the body.
The skeleton bit off a large chunk of Jia Yuchun's thigh, and blood was dripping from it. He punched the skeleton, but the skeleton refused to let go.
At this time, the little girl Yiyi also showed fear on her face.
She looked at Jia Yuchun's face and said to me in a trembling voice, "Brother, it was him, it was him... He was the one who pushed me into the alley. I recognize his eyes."
The uncle also heard his daughter's voice. Without saying anything, he glared at her and took out a sharp knife from his waist. He cursed, "You son of a bitch, it's you, you actually ruined my child. You beast, she's only a teenager, still a child... I'm going to kill you today! Son of a bitch!"
The middle-aged man didn't expect that Jia Yuchun, who worked in the same factory with him, was the perpetrator.
The uncle threw Jia Yuchun to the ground with a ferocious look on his face. He stabbed Jia Yuchun's heart with the sharp knife in his hand, as if he wanted to kill Jia Yuchun as soon as possible.
Jia Chunping held onto Uncle Du Wei's knife-holding hand tightly with both hands. But Uncle Du Wei was too strong, and the knife deflected and stabbed directly into Jia Chunping's lower abdomen. Blood immediately flowed from his lower abdomen.
Jia Yuchun still refused to admit it and shouted, "What do you want to do? Don't kill me! I don't know what you are talking about? ... ... Ah, help me..."
(to be continued)
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