Luo Youdao's seniority in Heihuazhai is very high. He has no children. After hanging himself, the people in the village should discuss how to deal with the funeral. The sound of the gong is to call everyone to discuss together.
Luo Dajin shook his head: "Uncle You Dao is an elder, and I am a junior. At best, I will let him suffer, but I will never kill him. He hanged himself."
Luo Youdao's poisonous snake gu and evil dog failed one after another, and he also vomited blood several times, and his body was not good. But as the saying goes, it's better to die than to live. Why does he think of suicide
I gave a soft cry, the wound was still aching, thinking for a while, and then asked: "His black dog is not an ordinary dog, why did he die under my hands? Ten golden tails drilled out of his stomach. Scorpion, what's the matter?"
Boom boom boom, boom boom boom, I think of the sound of gongs outside.
Luo Dajin took out the small yin gong from his clothes and put it next to my bed: "I will tell you later, I will leave the yin gong by your side, and beware of unclean things coming to hurt you. I will go to Uncle Youdao's house to see it. Take a look, see if you can help, remember, wait until I come back."
There is a crescent moon on the Xiaoyin gong, and it also carries Luo Dajin's body temperature. The strange thing is, I stay at home, why should Luo Dajin worry about unclean things coming to the door
I asked: Why give it to me? How does this work
Luo Dajin said: "Tap three times on the front to drive away the little ghost, knock twice on the back, and make a muffled sound, and you can also summon the ancestors of Heihuazhai. This Yin Gong was originally from Heihuazhai more than 100 years ago. The corpse-shoveler with a high level of Taoism stayed behind. It is very spiritual, so you should beware of Uncle Dao."
I was surprised that Luo Youdao was really lingering, he might become a ghost haunting me when he died, so he took the Yin Gong and placed it carefully on the side of the bed. Luo Dajin ordered a few words, changed a pair of clean shoes, and then left.
The replaced pair of shoes were stained with dirt and weeds, and it seemed that he had walked a long way during the day today.
I picked up the small yin gong and looked at it carefully. I suddenly remembered that when I went to the ancestral hall last night, Luo Dajin knocked all the way. Bring the ghost to the ancestral hall.
He said that this thing was used by a corpse slayer a hundred years ago, so what kind of occupation is a corpse slayer? I have only heard of plasterers and carpenters, but I have never heard of carpenters. This corpse should mean a corpse. If a person dies, how can they be moved? It's really strange.
I don't know the reason for it, so I don't think about it anymore. The lights in the room are bright, and I put a gong on the pillow. I didn't feel scared in my heart, even if Luo Youdao became a ghost, there was nothing to be afraid of. His poisonous snake gu and evil dog were defeated and turned into a dead ghost without a body. Xiao Kang, I am still afraid that he will not succeed.
The night was getting deeper and deeper, and there was a strong wind outside, and the branches shook. The sound of firecrackers sounded from the west of the stockade, and occasionally the sound of suona and gongs could be heard, as well as the light of fire.
I got down from the police and moved to the window. A bonfire was lit on the west side of the stockade, and the flames skyrocketed.
After watching it for a while, my mood became complicated.
It stands to reason that I hate Luo Youdao so much. He hangs himself and I should be very happy, but it is strange that I just can't get happy. Luo Youdao's hair is gray and old. He has no grievances with me.
The reason why he would kill is because Luo Dajin raised me as a Gu. He was worried that Luo Dajin would destroy the taboo of raising Gu, so he would assassinate me again and again.
He is guilty, but he is not the real culprit. The real villain is Luo Dajin. It can be said that if it weren't for Luo Dajin to develop me into a Gu, Luo Youdao wouldn't give me a second look at all.
Thinking about the reasons for this, I don't hate Luo Youdao that much anymore. I sat until dawn and nothing happened. Luo Dajin did not come back either. After daybreak, I was sure that the ghosts would not dare to move out, so I went to bed to rest.
I slept until the afternoon, and I slept very well. When I left the room, there were prepared meals on the table in the living room. It seems that Luo Dajin came back halfway and cooked the food for me.
I was hungry and hurt my hands inconveniently, so I barely held my chopsticks and started eating bite by bite. For three consecutive days, I was recuperating at home. Luo Dajin also went home occasionally, and occasionally slept for a few hours in the middle, and then someone asked him to go out to do business.
On the third night, Luo Dajin returned home with a tired expression. He specifically called me to the front and said, "Luo Jiu, tomorrow there will be a funeral with Uncle Dao. Then there will be people from other villages coming over. Don’t follow. Strangers speak. Otherwise, Abba will be angry."
After the morgue was three days away, it was going to be a funeral, and the counted time was tomorrow.
Luo Youdao was a well-known Gu Master when he was young. Although he had no children, there were nephews and nephews in the stockade. There were many acquaintances outside, and there would definitely be friends to attend his funeral.
My mind became alive. Outsiders entered Heihuazhai. Maybe some of them would be kind people who could help me spread the news and hand it over to my parents.
In order to prevent this from happening, Luo Dajin warned in advance. I nodded pretendingly: "Everything listens to you. I will do whatever you ask me to do. I will not talk to anyone. Or, I will stay at home tomorrow." There will be no fewer people tomorrow. Luo Dajin has only one pair of eyes, how can he see it
Luo Dajin nodded with satisfaction: "Uncle You Dao is a senior in the stockade. You are my son. You must go to kowtow before going to the funeral. How can you hide at home and not go out, so let the people in the stockade look at me!"
I thought for a while, and then said, "Then wait for the kowtow, and you will call me over again. When the kowtow is over, I will come back and do nothing. It's okay, you old man, don't punish me. , Don’t cause bugs in my stomach."
Luo Dajin got up and walked under the eaves. Using an iron hook, he took down the bundle of shredded tobacco hanging under the eaves and put it on the table: "Luo Jiu, you said you want to give the dumb two catties of shredded tobacco, you will give it to him early tomorrow morning. Send it over and let him take care of me for a day."
Where is this for me to send shredded tobacco to the past, obviously it is for the dumb to watch me. I have no objection. The dumb likes to giggle. He seems to be a very awake person. There will be opportunities.
I said: "Okay, I will deliver the tobacco early tomorrow morning, and then follow him every step of the way. Are you tired, rest early." Luo Dajin's fuss over the past few days is indeed tired. Seeing that I was obedient, I didn't say any threatening words. After washing my feet, I went to bed.
When I slept in the next room, I heard Luo Dajin's slight snoring, and then I got up quietly and chose something to write on, paper and pen in the room. I have decided not to allow me to talk nonsense with outsiders, then write a note to spread the news.
But at this time, there is no pen and paper in the room at all. It is almost impossible to write. I was frustrated, and I didn't dare to make too much movement, sitting in anxious heart.
Suddenly I saw that the bandage on my hand was covered with white cloth. I moved in my heart, unfastened the bandage on my left hand, bit a small piece with my teeth, then opened the scab wound, and wrote a letter with blood.
I found a wooden stick the size of a match head, dipped it in blood, thought for a while, and only wrote the most critical message: Xiao Kang Heihua Village in Xiangxi. The combined meaning is that I am in a place called Heihuazhai in western Hunan. When my dad saw it, he knew where I was.
Fortunately, my parents taught me to read and write at a very young age, so I can write these seven characters. After I finished writing, I first bandaged the wound, and there was no change in the bandage from the outside, and then I rolled up the small piece of cloth.
But where I was hiding, it stumped me again. I hide it in the sole of my shoe. When it is not easy to come out, put it in my pocket. When the time comes, dumb staring at me may not have a chance.
It must be hidden in a safe place, and no one will doubt it when it is handed over to a good-hearted person. I searched my bowels and scratched my stomach, and finally my eyes fell on the inaudible rattle on the pillow.
There is a way! I carefully made a tiny hole on the side of the rattle, rolled up the small piece of cloth, and slowly stuffed it in. The piece of cloth is very light, stuffed into the rattle, even if it shakes, it will not make a sound.
Besides, I'm just a child, holding a rattle, dumb won't doubt it.