This kid carried a lot of yellow talismans with him, and he took out more than a dozen of them. I picked out two talismans to drive away evil spirits and told him that this was it. He looked at me doubtfully, then walked over and whispered a few words to my aunt, took off my uncle's shoes, and stuck the two talismans on the soles of his feet.
I knew he definitely couldn't recite the spell, so I filled it in for him, covering my mouth and whispering a few words. Wang Zijun lay beside his uncle, staring at his forehead, but there was no sign of success. He looked at it for a while and shook his head at me.
How could this happen? It couldn't be a ghost. It was impossible. If only Liu San was drunk and committed suicide in the square, it would be an accident. The same place, the same business failure, and both of them bumped into the same street lamp pole, there is no reason for such a coincidence.
Shen Bing poked me with her arm from behind and whispered, "He looks like he can't do anything, why don't you do it?"
I looked around at the people around me. No one in the town knew I had this skill because my great grandfather had set a rule that the identity of the ghost heir should not be disclosed at will, so as not to be looked down upon. But the truth had already been revealed in Fu Xueman's house. If I didn't let others know, it would only make people gossip about me behind my back. It would be better for me to be a ghost heir openly and honestly, walk my own way, and let the cats and dogs talk.
Thinking of this, he nodded, squatted down, stretched out his hand to hold Uncle Wang Zijun's ankle, and touched all the way up. This is called "touching the corpse to find the spirit", because in order to use the soul-chasing flag to track the whereabouts of the evil ghost, you must get his ghost spirit, like a police dog, you have to give it some smell. Sometimes, it is inevitable to encounter a situation like this, where there are no signs after being killed by a ghost. It is not that there is no ghost spirit in the body, but it is sealed in a corner and needs to be carefully searched.
Wang Zijun and his aunt were stunned and asked me why I was touching the body. I lied to them and said that the body of the deceased would gradually become stiff after death, and because of the awkward posture, it would be impossible to open it after it became stiff. They really believed what I said and were quite grateful to me. Have you ever seen anyone who is not a close relative touching the body of the deceased
I touched my chest and felt a slight bulge. This was where the ghost energy was gathered. I quietly made a finger gesture and tapped the bulge. I saw a line arching up on the chest and instantly running into the throat. The corpse opened its mouth and spit out a huge puff of black smoke!
This frightened the crowd and Wang Zijun's aunt, who thought it was a corpse posing as a corpse. They screamed in fear and people quickly stepped back, leaving only Shen Bing, Wang Zijun and I by the corpse. I turned to look at Wang Zijun, what a courageous guy.
Wang Zijun opened his eyes wide in horror and said, "It was really killed by a ghost."
I waved my hand at him and pointed at the dead man's forehead. He and Shen Bing bent down to look. Since the corpse exhaled the black air, several black spots have slowly appeared on the forehead, forming a circle and tightly surrounding the Yintang acupoint. I counted them and there were exactly five black spots. What the hell did the number five represent
At this moment, Shen Bing suddenly pointed ahead and shouted, "Look, there's chaos over there again!"
Wang Zijun and I looked up and saw a man in his fifties, shirtless, holding a brick in his hand, being pulled by several people. He was sweating all over, but he was not cold in the middle of winter. The crowd who had retreated to the back ran over to watch the excitement.
Wang Zijun was surprised and said, "He is the owner of the building materials and decoration store, Uncle Decai!"