The Twilight Stalkers

Chapter 87: Sophora japonica wood takes the shade (1)

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Although my mother had not known what business my father and I were in for many years, she had some idea of what was going on because she had seen things that could drive away evil spirits in our house. Without saying anything, she took me to Fu's house.

Fu Xueman's father is Fu Xiwen, an honest farmer. He squatted on the ground smoking and ignored us when he saw us coming. Fu Xueman's mother, Aunt Ping, is a tough person. She was crying like a tearful person. When she saw me coming, she started to scold me. My mother kept pulling me in the dark, afraid that I would cause trouble again. I nodded. After all, what I did last night was wrong. I shouldn't have taken out the urn to scare people. I didn't dare to say anything.

Mr. Luo was still burning incense. He was in his forties, with a sly look. When he heard Xue Man's mother's scolding, he knew who I was, but he didn't even look at me. He knelt in front of the incense and candles and muttered, "Chopstick God, Chopstick Fairy, you always sit in the middle of the boat..."

This is to invite the "Chopstick God". Besides burning incense, folk sorcerers and witches use this "unique skill" to deceive people. They stand two chopsticks upright in a bowl of water, saying that the Chopstick God has come down. Anyone who sees it will think it is magical and will definitely believe it. However, this is not how you really invite the Chopstick God, because water has an adsorption effect, and the two chopsticks support each other, so anyone can stand it upright in the bowl (if you don't believe it, you can try it yourself). It is purely a trick to deceive people.

The real method is to use a chopstick, recite the spell, and it will stand up by itself. That means the chopstick god has arrived.

I didn't expose it, it's professional ethics. I went to Fu Xiwen to apologize first, he was gloomy and didn't say anything. Aunt Ping was still scolding, I thought it was the cry of a crow, and looked at Fu Xueman lying on the bed.

She opened her eyes, looked listless, and stared at the roof without blinking. She was still mumbling something under her breath, but Aunt Ping's scolding was too loud, so I couldn't hear what she was saying. But judging from the dark shadow between her eyebrows, she was indeed possessed by evil spirits. If we look deeper, it's possible that she was possessed by a ghost.

I frowned and thought to myself that when she left our house last night, it was just past eight o'clock. There are very few ghosts hanging around at this time of the day. How could she have been possessed

I had to see if she was possessed by a ghost. It was the same as the traditional Chinese medicine of "looking, smelling, asking and feeling". If she was just possessed by an evil spirit, drinking some magic water would be fine. If she was possessed by a ghost, it would be a bit troublesome. It would be difficult to prevent her from approaching their daughter.

My mother stepped forward and held Aunt Ping's hand, admitting her fault with tears in her eyes, saying that she had brought her bastard son here, and that he had learned some Maoshan techniques when he was in the army, and she wanted to show it to Xue Man. Oh, when did my mother learn to lie? But it was appropriate to say so.

Mr. Luo seemed to have heard it, he snorted, and squinted at me with a very dissatisfied look. The meaning was very clear, the Fu family hired him, and I came to interfere, firstly to steal his business, and secondly to look down on him, because after all this time, I still couldn't cure Fu Xueman.

When Aunt Ping saw Mr. Luo's reaction, she immediately started to scold me again, saying that I had learned Maoshan magic. Everyone in the town knew that I was not doing my job properly. I opened a black shop in the middle of the night. I didn't know what illegal business I was doing. Their daughter fell in love with me because of the good deeds of the Xi family's eighteen generations of ancestors. I didn't know what was good for me and harmed her daughter. The more she scolded me, the more I went off the topic. I was furious when I heard it.