Master Yunzheng did mention stabbing people, but he never went into detail. He Dana also didn't mention it. It seems that stabbing people is not something that happens in our world.
Paper-making is something that is known to ordinary families, even those who run funeral shops. However, not many people really know how to make paper-making. Those who can do it can only imitate others. In person, they only learn in a certain way. Every family can make cows and horses, as well as small figurines, but there is nothing to say about them. They don't look like humans, horses, or cows at all.
He Ping, this thing is so exquisitely made, it is also a skill. The thing about my paper-made thing is really something that makes me nervous.
However, no matter what happens, I have to face it. No matter what, there is really no way to deal with such weird things.
I went to He Dana's place to have a drink and told him about paper-making. He Dana talked to me for a long time.
"Don't get in touch with those paper craftsmen. They are people who eat ghost food. They are all weird. Moreover, they will not live long. After death, they will be much shorter than normal people. They are called half-dead people. You must not pay attention to this."
It was only then that I understood why many people did not contact these people. This was something I didn't know.
I don’t know what’s so strange about paper-making craftsmen, but I’m scared by He Ping’s paper-made man.
Three days later, I went to work. In the office, the paper man was standing there, looking at me and smiling. The moment I opened the door, I just stood there, staring at him without moving. This was something I had never expected. He really came back. However, I still had one thing in mind. I didn't believe that a paper man could run away. That meant he was evil. I thought someone had tampered with it.
I planned to burn it in the evening. After get off work, I didn't leave. I sat in the office, looking at this paper figurine. I felt it was weird and uneasy.
What I was thinking at this time was that I became a refiner, and I couldn't get rid of it. I would be a refiner for the rest of my life. This made me angry. Thinking about Yun Bai, I got even more angry. She should be going in and out of rich families' compounds every day and sleeping with the rich boss. Just thinking about it made me toothache.
I don't know when this spell can be broken, but I have decided that I will go to the ghost village again. I feel like there seems to be something there that is tempting me, and I think I should be able to find the answer there.
Maybe I'm wrong, maybe I'm right, I feel like everything about me is off.
It was dark, and when I was about to use the weapon to stab someone, the person started to move and dance. I didn't watch, but picked it up and walked into the refining room, lit the furnace, and then threw it in.
I heard screams, very subtle ones, I had never expected that.
From this incident, I developed a different kind of awe towards He Ping and the people who were in charge of the funeral here.
He Ping invited me to dinner, and I had to go because we were friends. Even though He Dana told me not to have contact with them, I couldn't be without friends. I have few friends to begin with, and I value my friends very much. They are a part of my life. People without friends are lonely.
I value my friends very much.
During the meal, He Ping actually talked about the Fu family. I was stunned when he mentioned the Fu family.
Regarding the rich family, it seems that some people are willing to talk about it, but I don’t want to. When I think about it, I can’t sleep, night after night.
I couldn't actually break that hook technique, and He Dana couldn't do anything about it either. At first, I thought he didn't want to help me. Later I found out that it wasn't that he didn't want to help, but that he couldn't help. He said that this was outside of Yin studies, and they were combined together, and if he couldn't find it, then there was no way.
I almost knew everything He Ping mentioned about the Fujia. I said I wanted to go to Gu Village. He was stunned for a moment and spoke for a long time.
"I'll go with you."
I didn't expect He Ping to say such words. I was quite touched. It is enough for a buddy, a friend to say such words.
"You don't have to accompany me, I can do it alone."
"I'd like to go in and see if I can help you."
As for the Bone Village, I really don't want to go there. There are too many weird things there. But I don't know why I want to go there. It's just a feeling, or curiosity. Anyway, I just want to go there.
I arranged a day for He Ping to go to the Bone Village with me. We went there from another road. Those experts seemed to be obsessed with the Bone Village. They were always doing research. I was quite impressed. They didn't go home but just did research there. This was a kind of dedication, or rather, I couldn't do it.
The road to Bone Village was not easy to walk on, so we entered the Bone Village.
He Ping said.
"I have never been to Bone Village, but many people say that you have a sign that can avoid death."
"Actually, it's useless for you to come here. It seems like you won't get anything from this ghost village."
"Of course it is, but it's not like what you said. I have something that I haven't done yet. Someone got stabbed and ran to the ghost village. It happened a hundred years ago. My ancestor stabbed me. I want to get it back."
This was something I hadn't expected. I looked at He Ping.
"I didn't tell you, and you can understand. I was afraid you wouldn't bring me with you."
I suddenly didn't seem to understand the craftsmanship. I didn't know how weird it was.
But it is not easy for those who work in funerals and make a living from this. They will have shorter lives after death. Maybe there is nothing they can do about it, or it is a kind of fate. God may have already arranged what you will do in this life, and you cannot escape it. No matter how you struggle, it is useless. Just like me, I am destined to be a refiner. I can't escape it. There are many professions in the world, like begging. That is a profession, and it is destined. Even if you give him a county magistrate, he will not be willing to do it and will only be willing to beg. Every profession has its place to tempt you.
He Ping followed me. I walked slowly and looked around. I thought, now that I had entered the Bone Village, I knew what I was here for, which was to learn the hook technique and break the hook technique. I was unwilling to give up.
I'm going to do it no matter what.
After walking for more than two hours without any results, we entered a room.
The room looked normal, just one room, entering the hall, just one room, sitting on a chair.
"We'll rest here today."
After saying that, I took a look at the door. In the ghost village, the door is the scariest thing. We enter through the door every day. The door of the crematorium is not opened casually. So it is the same in the bone village. In our daily lives, either there is a door or we enter randomly. So on the door, the door is called a gate. If you enter, you are lucky or dead. It may be a disaster or a blessing. It is hard to say. You may lose something through this door, which will happen in a few days, or you may gain something, which is what you get if you win the lottery. The doors are watched by ghosts and guarded by living people.
I didn't want to open that door, and He Ping didn't want to open it either.
"Who of us will open the door?"
I asked He Ping, he looked at me and smiled.
"We will stay here today, so there is no need to go into the house."
It seems that He Ping also understood. If that's the case, then let's do it. I took out the food and wine from the bag and put them on the table. He Ping was stunned.
"I thought you should have those things in your bag. He Dana is your godfather."
I didn't say anything. I learned these from He Dana. He would carry these things with him wherever he went. He said that even if I die, I would rather die of hunger.
We were drinking and He Ping didn't talk much.
"He Ping, what's the weirdest thing you've ever encountered?"
He Ping obviously didn't expect me to ask this. I really know nothing about their business and I want to learn more about it.
He Ping took a long time to speak.
"It's really not easy for us to do funeral work. I won't talk about the afterlife, you know, we don't want to do this kind of work. Many strange things happen. Of course, for those who have been married for a short time, nothing will happen to them, but for those who have been married for more than six years, there are always strange things. My family has been making paper-cutting for more than a hundred years, you know that, since I was six years old, my father asked me to make one every day, otherwise he would beat me. I didn't start at that time, and when I was ten years old, I encountered something, which was the first strange thing I encountered, and I will never forget it in my life."
He Ping took a sip of wine. I didn't say anything. I was willing to listen at this time. This is a good habit of mine. I never interrupt at this time. The person who speaks like that will change his or her mind.
"When I was ten years old, I made paper figures. At that time, I lived in the countryside and my father asked me to take the job. Of course, I did it behind my back. He always let my father do the work. I made paper figures for six hours that day. After watching the work, my father said nothing and took the figure and left. I remember that the figure was a woman. She was only 26 years old and died from drinking pesticides."
He Ping's eyes were empty as he stared at one place. He picked up the wine glass and also looked at that corner.
"I knew about it. It was a big deal in the countryside, so I was scared. But my father was very happy when he came back. It took him three days to catch the man."
I didn't believe in the Paozha incident before, but now I do. So what was the reason for Paozha and why and how did it happen? He Ping didn't tell me that day. Maybe it was just a secret of the industry. Just like our industry, there are many secrets that cannot be told.
However, this novel reveals many secrets about the crematorium, but please respect it and do not publicize or spread it. "
That day, we went to bed in the middle of the night, and I couldn't sleep well. I didn't want to bring He Ping in, so I went out alone.
At two o'clock in the middle of the night, there was the sound of a door opening. The creaking sound of the door was so loud. It was too quiet here. Bone Village is so quiet, so quiet that it makes you feel uneasy.
I half opened my eyes and saw the door slowly opening. I watched, wondering if something would come out. There were no ghosts in this Bone Village. This was the strangest thing. If there were no ghosts, then it would be people. If it was not people, then it would be something else. This was the strangest thing to me. I didn't know what it would be. I couldn't understand what form it existed in.
I didn't see anything, and the door opened, so something must have come out.
I saw He Ping's bag hanging, so I sat down immediately and the bag couldn't move. That thing must have seen me, and He Ping also sat up. He wasn't sleeping soundly either.
He Ping took the bag and the door closed again after a while.
"What's this?"
I asked He Ping.
"Actually, I should ask you."
I don't know, sweat dripping down, what should that be? I don't know, and I can't figure it out, I look at He Ping.
"I think we should go in and take a look."
I don't like taking risks like this, taking risks when I don't understand. But most people are like this, they will watch it when they don't understand, and they don't need to watch it when they understand, I agree.
He Ping stood up, carrying his bag, and I walked to the door, which was a sliding door.
I pushed it and it opened. I looked at He Ping, which meant that you should go in first. He Ping shook his head and gestured.
I turned on the flashlight and shone it inside.
Directly opposite is the lady's bed, the kind of lady's bed used in ancient times. Beds in ancient times were different. Different people lived in different beds. It was not like today, when you look at the bed you absolutely cannot tell who lives in it.
The bed has a beaded curtain, most of them look like this.
I didn’t move, He Ping said.
"There seems to be someone lying on the bed."
I had already seen that there was indeed a person lying on the bed. I didn't move, and neither did He Ping. (To be continued)