Even without him telling me, I could see it. Otherwise, Qu Mo would not have given me any hints. I smiled bitterly as I watched Qu Mo's back disappear outside the square, thinking to myself, "Don't pretend to be a saint." I'm not pretending. I swear to God, if I were to pretend, I would pretend to be a grandson.
Wang Zijun sighed for a long time before he saw the child in my arms and asked, "What's wrong with the child?" He stretched his head to take a look, then shrank his neck back in fear and asked in a low voice, "The child is still alive, right?"
I glared at him and said, "Stop cursing this kid. He is the reincarnation of Ermao."
"What?" Wang Zijun's eyes widened and he hurriedly leaned over to look at the child again.
I immediately told him how Ermao had followed me after his death, how he was reincarnated, and how he had a night demon on his body. Then I sighed and said, "We both watched him die in the ice hole. Although we were still young at the time, we were sad for a long time. Now his life is in danger again. This time, I will save him even if I have to risk my own life."
Wang Zijun said in a tearful voice: "Yes, count me in. If you want a life, take mine first. We cannot let Brother Ermao die again."
I went home and told my mother the truth, this is Ermao's reincarnation, because he was possessed by evil spirits and was thrown into the wilderness by his family, so I brought him home. My mother hurriedly took the child over, and when she saw how miserable he was, she cried and cooked some millet porridge to feed him.
Ermao seemed to be half asleep and half awake. He didn't open his eyes when eating. After a few bites, he stopped opening his mouth. My mother warmed him into the bed. I simply drank a bowl of porridge and slept until noon when I woke up. I thought that although the ancient books of Maoshan passed down by my great grandfather were profound, they did not necessarily include the entire Taoist magic. As the saying goes, there are mountains and people, and there may be many profound Taoist methods or secret recipes that my great grandfather did not learn.
Or maybe my great grandfather had profound knowledge, but only a few of it was passed down. Since I don't understand, I might as well seek help from other experts. I thought of a person, Yan Xiang!
This person is very secretive. Although he didn't seem to do much in the last case of raising corpses alive, he is actually very skilled in Taoism and can fight with Tan Qing. With his many years of experience, he might be able to give me some ideas to exorcise the Night Demon Eye. When I thought of this, I couldn't stay any longer. I packed my backpack, said hello to my mother, picked up Ermao and went to the city.
What a coincidence, I ran into Qu Mo again at the train station entrance, and Wang Zijun was chasing after her. After asking, I found out that Qu Mo was in a bad mood and was going to the provincial capital to spend two days with her college classmates, and Wang Zijun insisted on following her. Well, we still went together, as if we had discussed it before.
I really want to cry, God, please stop playing tricks on me, okay? If you need Yin-boosting pills, I'll make a big bag of them tomorrow and send them to heaven for you.
For Ermao, I didn't have time to play hide-and-seek with them, so I asked Wang Zijun to buy three train tickets and we went to the provincial capital together. Qu Mo was reluctant to take the same train with us, but when she saw Ermao, she softened her heart and wanted to follow the child.
The three tickets were for sitting together. I deliberately changed seats with others when I got on the bus, so I was far away from them. Fortunately, the girl sitting next to me was a good-looking girl. Opposite me was a mother and daughter. The adult looked to be in her early thirties and dressed quite fashionably. The weather had just turned warm, so she put on a short skirt and stockings, which was quite pleasing to the eye.