Folk Stories About Corpse Burning

Chapter 287: Soul transfer coin

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What I didn’t expect was that I could gradually turn the pages very quickly, and I read very quickly and memorized everything. In June, I had finished reading all the books. I thought I could be reincarnated, but I didn’t.

I went to see my son, Zhang Wen, and when I went to see Liu Shougui, I stole his money one by one. When he found out that some money was missing, he closed the door and window and sat down to smoke.

"I know you are Ke Mingzhe, come out from where you are hiding."

I came out and leaned against the glass.

"You are capable, what do you want me to do for you?"

The communication between souls was like bone conduction. I told him that I should be reincarnated into a good family.

"You reincarnate now, I will."

"Will I remember things from my past life?"

"Yes, but you only have one month, because you have to remember all of He Dana's diary and write it all down."

When I was reincarnated, I went to see my son. A tear from my soul fell on my son's face, and he cried. It was a cry of parting. Human crying is like language. Souls can be separated, and different cries represent different meanings. It's just that people have not conducted research in this area and think that there is no difference in crying.

I have been reincarnated and I dare not linger on this world too much.

In the winter of the following year, I was born. I was unexpectedly born in Liu Yang's home. Liu Yang found another man. I cursed Liu Shougui and called him a bastard. He actually brought me to Liu Yang's home and made me his son. What a bastard.

Of course, I only knew about this when I was in elementary school and had one year of past life memories.

I wrote out my diary. At that time, I was like a child prodigy, but it only lasted for one year. During that year, I was not happy, I was very young, and I didn't understand anything.

Zhang Wen left the city and I couldn't find him. My son and I go to the same school and he is three years older than me. When I think about him, I curse Liu Shougui as a bastard.

He Dana's yard was burned down in a fire the year I was born, including the diaries.

Liu Shougui is still full of energy.

I spent his money desperately, and he always called me a little bastard.

After this year, I became a normal person, but I always read those diaries. They were about Yin studies and I understood a lot of things. I even went to the ghost market myself. Of course, not everyone can go to this place or find it.

After I became normal, I was happy every day. Liu Shougui was rich, and I knew where his money came from.

Liu Yang is still teaching in middle school. His father is a painter and he always wants me to be a painter. I don’t like to paint and I feel like vomiting when I look at the paintings he draws. I also don’t like his paintings, they are all about mountains and rivers.

I didn't expect that after I turned seventeen, I would be admitted to university, but I didn't go to study. I didn't want to continue studying. My father and Liu Yang kept beating me. They beat me almost to death, but I still refused to go to university.

In the end, they didn't draw me, but they did admit defeat. That year, the crematorium was recruiting workers, and I took the exam secretly. It seemed like I was self-taught, and my makeup skills were top-notch. I was surprised myself. It seemed that I was cut out for this job.

I went to work, saying that I was going to work. My father and Liu Yang didn't know that I was working in a crematorium. If they knew, they would beat me again, tie me to a tree and beat me, and they would not stop until they beat me to death.

It was eventually discovered by my father and Liu Yang. One of my father's colleagues found out when he went to the crematorium to attend a funeral.

When I get home in the evening, there is no one to cook and my father and mother are sitting on the sofa.

"Come here and sit down."

My brother hid in the study room. He was my son in my previous life, but of course I don’t remember him.

"Are you going to rebel?"

I knew the truth was revealed.

“I like to put makeup on dead people.”

My father came up and slapped me in the face, then started hitting me with electric shocks, kicks, and razor blades, saying he would kill me.

I wasn't killed, just like the last time they beat me, they gave in, but I was kicked out of the house, and if I went to work at the crematorium, they would not recognize me.

In fact, Liu Yang just wanted to talk to me, and it seemed that she could accept it, but the father couldn't accept it at all.

I rented a house outside, and Liu Yang came to see me from time to time, but my father never came once. He said he couldn't afford to lose face. At that time, my brother was already a senior student in a key university.

I took two apprentices. When I was 19 years old, my makeup skills were first-rate. Both of my apprentices were two or three years older than me and were both college students. In fact, the work in the crematorium nowadays is nothing special. It is all electronically controlled. They are just refiners and basically do not come into contact with corpses.

In fact, my father was a failed painter. He hardly ever sold any of his paintings. He gave them all away. Although he had some fame, he was not a big celebrity after all, and no one bought his paintings.

This was the sixth time my father had held an art exhibition. He always hoped that it would be a success, but it always failed, leaving our family in a very poor condition. After Liu Shougui's money was squandered by him several times, he stopped giving him money.

I went to this art exhibition, secretly. In fact, my father's paintings were only one step away from being as good as mine. I learned from He Dana's diary about a kind of bone inducement that can tempt your desires, using bone powder.

I did it. When I went there, there were very few people. My father was not there, and his two friends were helping him.

I dotted some of the paintings with bone meal and left.

My father called me while I was working that day.

"Boy, come home for dinner today."

When my father called me, I burst into tears. I really thought he didn't want me anymore. In fact, he was great. He raised a son who didn't have his own surname, and treated him the same way as me, even better than me. He never hit him, but only hit me.

When I returned home, my father was very happy and my mother was happy too.

"Come here, you little brat. You're still trying to get excited with me. Come have a couple of drinks with me."

That day I learned that my father's paintings had sold more than 20 pieces, and attracted many reporters from TV stations and newspapers. They paid attention to it and promoted it, saying that his paintings could penetrate your soul. Yes, that was bone induction. It was the first time I used the things in He Dana's diary, and I didn't expect it to be so effective.

After my father became famous, his mood improved. He would give me some money to spend from time to time and he became busy again.

What I didn't expect was that in the third year after I arrived at the crematorium, two people came to see me. They stared at me from head to toe, and then asked me to show them my back. I didn't know what that meant, but I knew there was a very regular blue mark on my back, as if it was drawn on. It was a ghost mark, which I later saw in He Dana's diary.

After they finished watching it, they hugged me and burst into tears. I was SBI. What was this

They said I was their son. What the hell, are they filming a movie? This bridge is too old. I laughed. It was really funny. But their expressions told me that it was true.

I was really SBI, no wonder my father beat me with all his might, just like when a communist was arrested and tortured by the enemy.

I went to find Liu Shougui, my grandfather.

He told me the truth.

"You are the biological son of those two people. Your adoptive father was infertile, so he asked me to have a child. I asked a friend to have you."

"To be honest, I read He Dana's diary. Do I know anything about reincarnation?"

"Your reincarnation cannot be like this. Liu Yang was your wife in your previous life. There is no such thing as reincarnation. Reincarnation has rules."

"You stole me, didn't you?"

Liu Shougui smiled strangely and said nothing. He died that night. He was the same age as He Dana, a little over 120 years old.

After I sent Liu Shougui away, I returned to the home that belonged to me. They were all civil servants and had a very good living condition. After I was lost, they gave birth to a child, my sister, who was eighteen years old and as beautiful as a flower. She held my hand and smiled at me.

We look the truth.

But I still go back to see my adoptive father from time to time.

I thought that the days would go on like this, and apart from this turbulent incident, everything would be dull and peaceful, but it wasn't.

I saw a ghost in the dressing room. It was my first time seeing a ghost. I jumped up and ran as fast as I could. I ran more than five miles in one breath. The ghost was looking at me and laughing. It was so scary. I was almost scared to death.

I am the only one who doesn't have a master, because I am the kind of person who learns makeup by myself.

I went to find the site manager and told him what happened. The site manager was promoted by the refiner in the site. He looked at me and smiled for a long time.

"It's okay. It's normal for ghosts to exist in this world. This world is just a place where they stay temporarily. They are just like people. If you don't provoke them, they won't provoke you either. Of course, you are also an evil ghost, just like the little gangsters in our world. If you don't provoke him, he will provoke you when he sets out. But don't be afraid. I will help you when the time comes."

After the director said this, I was not so scared anymore. At this time, I also knew that everything in the crematorium would start again, and I would encounter different things.

The manager introduced a girl to me. She was prettier than my sister, the kind that blinded my eyes. But when she found out that I was a makeup artist for the dead, she ran away as fast as a fucking rabbit.

The manager called me a pig and said that the rice can only be eaten after it has been cooked. Can you eat raw rice

Damn it, I'm only in my twenties and I know nothing, why didn't you tell me in advance

I discovered that I’m a bit of an asshole in this life.

I can't forget this girl. She was so beautiful, the kind that would make your legs go weak.

I found out about this girl's family. Both her parents were well-off and she had just graduated from college.

I saw her coming out of the house and followed her. She went to her girlfriend's house to play, and then the two of them went shopping.

I went home that day and swore to get this girl, otherwise my life would be in vain.

I read He Dana's diary, and it said that this is science, this is Yin science, and it should be viewed with a normal eye and analyzed with reason. I don't understand it, but it's fine as long as it works. It wrote about a kind of hook technique and a way to crack it, and I used it without any hesitation.

This girl and I are dating. My stepfather bought me a car worth over 200,000 yuan. He now makes tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands, from a single painting. He says that I bring him good luck.

The manager was surprised, and other employees in the factory were also SBI, saying that I was capable. Those people in their thirties who couldn't find a girlfriend invited me to dinner every day and asked me to teach them ways. I would never tell anyone about this, I just needed to know it myself.

I seem to have a familiar feeling about Yin Studies. Looking at those things, it seems that I understand them all, but I am very careful and have tried them several times myself. They are all very effective. So I know that in this world, in addition to these weird books like "The Book of Changes" and "Ma Yi's Face Reading", there is also something called Yin Studies. It is in the hands of certain specific people. I don't know who else knows this kind of Yin Studies, but I know that there must be someone who knows it. I don't know to what extent.

I also know that one day, one year, one lifetime, there will be a book called "Yinxue" that will be passed down to the world, but it will be a very difficult book to understand. (To be continued)