Although it was already night, the thunderstorms, lightning and thunder, still illuminated the entire small courtyard. A flash of lightning struck down, and it flickered like daylight.
The door of the room was smashed last night. I haven't repaired it yet. The cold wind poured rainwater in. The weather in June changes when it changes. But thunderstorms like today are also extremely unusual.
I took out my phone and looked at it. It was half past midnight and I was about to get up and go back to my room to sleep.
Flop! Flop! There was a sound like a bird flapping its wings. I followed the sound and saw four or five human-like and inhuman black shadows flying in and passing by in the rainstorm. I opened my eyes and looked around, but I didn't find any trace. So he comforted himself, "It must be dazzled!"
Another fluttering and fluttering sound came. Those four or five black shadows that looked like people and inhumane passed over my head. Although the speed is extremely fast, I can still see clearly, a burst of goose bumps climbed up, and the whole body was shocked. It's a paper man! ! The thing was palm-sized, the same as a child's random cut, with hands and feet, and red dots on the eyebrows. Flying from the rainstorm, it was not wet at all.
The four or five paper men did not pounce on me, but fell to the bottom of the coffin rustlingly. They made a "Hang Yu" sound and lifted the coffin to move outside the door.
The coffin was made of gloomy wood, which weighed a few thousand catties to say nothing. The gloomy wood is dark green in color, and the wood grain is like brocade. There were no flies or mosquitoes within a hundred steps. The gloomy wood is very evil, the cooked meat is put in, and it is taken out after three years, and it still smells good.
According to legend, in the 30th year of Kangxi, Tiantai Mountain collapsed, and a coffin emerged from the sand. The front and back of the coffin were as big as a big awl, as high as six feet. The abbot of Guoqing Temple inferred that this was a gloomy wooden coffin. If the coffin is opened, there must be an abnormality.
The people didn't believe it and forced the coffin to open. Sure enough, there was a person lying inside, dark green all over, with wood grain growing on his body. Suddenly, the person in the coffin opened his eyes, looked at the sky and asked, "What is this green thing?" Everyone replied with the courage of the people: "It's heaven!" The man was surprised. "When I was alive, The sky is not as high as it is now!" Weishu said: "After ten thousand years, the sky can lean against the pestle." It means that ten thousand years after Pangu, the sky can be touched with a walking stick, so it is concluded that this person is a descendant of the great famine. The crowd helped him up, and suddenly a white-haired gale blew, and after the wind passed, the man turned into a rock!
The paper man held up the gloomy wooden coffin and carried it on his shoulders, and the coffin was firmly erected. Four or five paper men screamed at the same time, shouting "Hang Yu! Hang Yu!" The coffin moved, crawling slowly like a snail. I was taken aback, thinking "I wipe it! This is unscientific!"
The coffin had moved more than a foot, I jumped on it and held it tightly, but it didn't work. I sighed and cursed, "His grandmother, how terrible a few paper men are!" I jumped out of the coffin and kicked one of the paper men up. It's okay if that kick didn't kick, and it caused a lot of trouble.
With a loud "bang", the four paper figures dropped the coffin. He flew towards me, crackling like a bat. The edge of the piece of paper was like a knife blade, and it cut out several cuts in my clothes, "I wipe it! Lao Tzu is actually colored!" I picked up Qing Yunzi's iron sword and chopped it in the air.
Clang! Splitting a paper man in half, the paper man spurted blood! With a few more bangs, he chopped off the remaining paper figures. The paper man is like a dead dog, lying still on his stomach.
"So witty, even I have to admire myself!" I put away the iron sword and stared at the paper men carefully, fearing that there would be an abnormal movement. Sure enough, it didn't take long before the paper man got up on the ground, found the other half who had been chopped off, and even stuck himself.
I hurriedly took out the bronze seal of the heavenly master and sent it to the paper man. Hearing "Ouch", the paper man was like a living being crushed under the boulder, his hands and feet moving wildly. "Maoshan Secret Yao" once recorded that "the blood on the tip of the tongue is the essence of the human body, enough to restrain yin and evil!" I took a bite, a rust-like smell filled my mouth, and I poked at each of the four paper people. Take a squirt. The paper man seemed to be on fire, crackling and burning, giving off a strange burnt smell.
"Ah!" screamed from outside the yard, a black figure wearing a quilt flashed past, and instantly disappeared into the dark night. How dare to chase someone like me who doesn't even enter the door! Wait for the four paper people to be completely burnt to ashes. I stomped on with my foot and twisted with my heel. That's so refreshing.
Manipulating paper people is a relatively low-level witchcraft. According to the purpose, choose paper people of different colors. There are four types: red, yellow, white, and black. Red paper people are yang, and are generally used to ward off evil spirits. Yellow paper people are more sinister and blood on the fingertips on the center of the eyebrows can cause harm. White paper people, used to call for souls. The black paper man is used as a gu, as long as the person's birth date is written on the back, and the curse is once a day. After three or seven, the cursed person will bleed to death.
It is said that Nan Mo Lao in Xiangxi still masters "paper man holding water." Nang Mo Lao cut the thin paper into a human shape, nailed it to the board with small iron nails, and burned the paper with incense. Pinching the Jue, put the paper man's hands together, it held a large magnetic bowl filled with a catty of water. Taoist priests and dancers, and even Mr. Feng Shui, are proficient in this technique. However, they are not as widely used as the Yi people's Bimo and the Miao people's old age.
I gasped for breath, and heard bang again! boom! Several loud noises. The coffin lid actually flew up and hit the wall. Several deep pits were punched out of the walls, causing dust to fall from the beams of the room.
There was a strange noise in the coffin, a painful sound that seemed to come from hell. I didn't dare to breathe, my eyes widened, and I took a look into the coffin. The female corpse suddenly opened her eyes, and a sly smile hung over her mouth. For a long time, she kept turning over, her face was distorted, she seemed to be extremely painful, the scene was very horrible, and I had been scared a long time ago. Suddenly, the female corpse roared, and a scent floated out. It was certain that it was the floral fragrance of "forget-me-not". After that, there was deathly silence. This silence gave me a bad feeling.
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"Hahhhhhh..."
A rapid and peculiar breathing sound came out of the coffin!
I looked into the coffin, and the abdomen of the female corpse was all deflated. There was a hairball-like thing at the tail of the coffin, nestled on the female corpse's feet, and it was the sound it made.
A snow-white hair ball, a small round face, two ears folded down, a pair of huge eyes, staring at me blankly, and a pink tongue sticking out of the old man. Its head is like a fold-eared cat, but its body is like a highland white terrier. It is like a furry snowball, only the size of a palm. I was about to hug it subconsciously, and the thing suddenly grinned, making me jump up in shock.
A violent thunder burst directly into the room and hit the coffin. I staggered the female corpse and saw her turning over and covering the hair ball under her body. In an instant, the lightning stopped, and the gloomy wood still hummed spontaneously.
The coffin did not emit black smoke, but a faint light, and I boldly walked over. The female body seemed to have been struck by lightning, but it was not charred. With a smile on her mouth, her whole body became extremely transparent, like an ice sculpture, emitting a faint blue light, and the light radiated out like an arc.
Click! Click! Several cracks. The woman's corpse was broken as the glass, from the inside to the outside, the whole body was covered with dense cracks, and the cracks gradually became larger. With a bang, it turned into countless fragments, and those fragments turned into blue butterflies. Butterflies danced and flew, one, two, and countless, flying into the air like a group, disappearing into the night. In less than a quarter, there was no trace. Inside the coffin is a ball of hair looking up at the sky.
The hairball stared at the flying butterfly, groaning in his mouth, tears swirling around his eyes, looking extremely pitiful. I subconsciously hugged it again, and it no longer resisted. I licked my wrist with my pink tongue, put my head in my palm, and let me pick it up.
The hair ball was snow-white all over, there was no trace of miscellaneous hair, it turned into a ball, leaning against my arms, pitifully. I know it is Bai Ze, but it is too small now, it looks like a cat and a dog.
Whenever a foreign body is born, it will be condemned by the heavens. Back then, Cangjie made characters, raining in the sky, and crying in the night. This Bai Ze is an ancient divine beast, perhaps the last Bai Ze in the world. Its birth disrupted the order of heaven and earth and violated the rules of yin and yang. Naturally, it was subject to heavenly condemnation. That thunderbolt is the heaven's condemnation to Bai Ze, if it is not for the female corpse to bear it! , I'm afraid it has long since disappeared.
The female corpse, although not the biological mother of the hairball, is indeed a great mother.
I understood all this and looked at the air in silence for a long time. I know that this nameless mother will eventually die. Don't worry, I must take good care of the hair balls.
I returned to the house holding the hair ball, only to say that it was the fold-ear cat that Qing Yunzi entrusted to me. The old man and Zhou Daming didn't say much. Soon, the faint snoring sound came and went one after another.
At night, I had a dream!
I am walking aimlessly in the flower path, the sea of flowers is endless, and there is full of wild blue flowers. Among the flowers, a beautiful woman came along, and we were like friends who had reunited after a long time.
"White Pond!"
"White Pond!"
"White Pond!"
The woman is right in front of me, I can see her, but she doesn't seem to see me.
She is very close to me, within sight, and her face is facing me. But I still couldn't see her face clearly, it was like a mosaic.
At this time, she was only five meters away from me, but it was so far away.
I am like chasing a kite, she always floats in front of me. I tried to beckon to her, but she lowered her head and picked a bunch of forget-me-not, faint blue flowers, emitting a faint fragrance.
I saw her face clearly, tears filled my eyes.
She saw me too, just smiled slightly.
"Bai Ze will trouble you... I'm going to go far away!"
With tears in my eyes, I nodded desperately
She laughed, the blush on her face exploded into the Xia Cai in the sky...
Later, I woke up and saw that the pillow towel was wet. The old man and Zhou Daming seemed to know everything, but they didn't say a word.
"Let's go back!"
The old man smiled and said, I nodded. From time to time, an obscure premonition emerged in my heart. After the Qingyunzi was buried, we hurried back to Rongcheng with the hair ball.
Sure enough, we just arrived at Rongcheng on the front foot, and something happened on the back foot! (To be continued) (End of this chapter)