Although the man tried his best to keep his volume down, his tone was anxious and fast.
Wei Fuyuan heard the words "you can't do this" and "you will die", and more because they were dialects, they really couldn't understand them.
The man talked for a long time, but in the end he failed to convince the woman.
During this process, the beautiful woman who looked very much like Beiquan did not refute, but lowered her eyes silently, like a puppet clay sculpture, indistinguishable between joy and sorrow.
The woman's expression was very calm, it should even be called "indifferent", but for some reason, Wei Fuyuan felt that this expression was very familiar.
—Yes, he has seen the same look on Beiquan's face.
Wei Fuyuan thought:
- She must have made up her mind.
The next second, Wei Fuyuan saw the woman raise her hand.
She patted the chestnut-haired man on the back.
The man stopped his mouth for a moment, as if he had been hit by a body-fixing spell, and stood upright on the spot.
The woman put her hand on his back and "led" him towards the door.
The two quickly walked out of Wei Fuyuan's line of sight, but he heard the sound of the door opening, and then the door closing.
The room fell silent.
For some reason, Wei Fuyuan felt an inexplicable nervousness.
At this time, the woman came back, and she was alone.
She went straight to the offering table, whipped up a three-pillar incense, lit it on the white wax, and respectfully inserted it into the incense burner.
Green smoke rose up, lingering in the windless room.
Wei Fuyuan's vision became increasingly blurred.
At the same time, he had a very strange feeling in his heart, as if the smoke had an inexplicable attraction to him, which made him concentrate all his attention on the burning red light at the three points, so that he didn't see the woman starting to pinch him. trick.
A muttered chanting sounded.
Wei Fuyuan still stared at the three lights.
That's why he didn't notice that the smoke that had been scattered all over the place just now rose vertically in the sound of the mantra, and rolled into a vortex at the height near the roof, slowly circling in a clockwise direction, lingering.
Wei Fuyuan felt that his eyes gradually became empty.
He had an illusion, as if he was getting closer and closer to the three incense sticks, and before he knew it, he was already close enough to stick to it.
—Fuck it, it’s not an illusion!
In shock, Wei Fuyuan finally found a trace of clarity.
Because he found that "myself" was actually very close to the three incense sticks, or to the entire offering table.
Wei Fuyuan made up his current posture and felt that he was hanging upside down from the roof, with his head hanging thirty centimeters above the table.
What made Wei Fuyuan even more unbelievable was that, at such a close distance, he finally saw what was in the bamboo basket wrapped in yellow silk.
- That turned out to be a wrinkled little baby!
It's just that half of the baby's small face was buried in the yellow silk, neither crying nor making a fuss, motionless, and the little hand curled by his cheek was as pale as paper, no matter how he looked at it, it didn't look alive.
- Dead baby!
- Borrowing the corpse to bring back the soul!
At this moment, Wei Fuyuan was like five thunders, and he figured out everything.
At the same time, the woman punctured the ring finger of her left hand with a needle, squeezed out blood beads, and drew a spell on a blank yellow talisman, then put it in front of the candle and set it on fire.
The ashes fell, and they were piled up on the incense table.
The woman's knees went weak without warning, and she collapsed in front of the offering table.
At the moment when the woman fell to the ground, Wei Fuyuan felt that the invisible "rope" that "bound" him suddenly broke, and he fell head down.
The sense of weightlessness made him reflexively close his eyes.
The next moment, he heard a soft, weak cry like a cat meowing.
"Yeah..."
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee..."
That's the cry of a baby...
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"Xiaowei, come back to God."
Beiquan hugged Wei Fuyuan's crooked body with one hand, and slapped his cheek with the other hand.
Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes, but his eyes were very confused, his lips parted, and he struggled to squeeze out a syllable: "North Spring..."
"Well, it's me."
Beiquan replied in a low voice.
Wei Fuyuan supported the bed with one hand and sat upright.
"You...you possessed a dead baby?"
His eyes were fixed on Beiquan's beautiful face, it was hard to believe that such a beautiful pair of skins and the "core" inside him did not match.
"Um."
Beiquan nodded:
"As you can see just now, I am not 'Beiquan' himself at all."
Seeing Wei Fuyuan's eyes open with a surprised and dazed expression, Beiquan decided to explain it in more detail.
According to Beiquan's explanation, his biological mother, his physical mother, has a lot of background in the family.
Although her family is in the southwest border, it is a Taoist family that has been handed down for seven hundred years. She is proficient in spells, divination, and fortune telling. Her ancestors have served several princes.
In this generation, the head of the clan is the uncle of Beiquan's mother, who is very open-minded, and the constraints on his children are not as strict as before.
Although Beiquan’s mother also learned some ancestral techniques and spells, she did not plan to make a living by doing so. After graduating from university, she went abroad to study, and she also studied world art history, which has nothing to do with the inheritance of the family.
The romantic art girl met a mixed-race Chinese-American young man while studying abroad, and the two quickly fell in love.
Only this time, the patriarch who has always been open-minded, that is, the uncle of the girl, became a feudal patriarch for a time, and firmly opposed the two being together.
The uncle told her that you are incompatible with each other, the earth and the wood are at odds, and the heavenly palace can resist harm. untie.
But the girl really loves the man miserably. Even though she knows that her uncle is by no means unreasonable, she still ignores the opposition of her elders and returns to her hometown with her fiancé.
The two soon had a love crystallization.
But just as her uncle predicted, the girl unexpectedly fell when she was seven months pregnant, and the fetus in her womb was unfortunately born prematurely. Due to congenital deficiency, she died of aspiration pneumonia less than a week after birth.
As a first-time mother, the girl was devastated.
She thought of the fate that her uncle gave her and her fiancé—to be riddled with disasters, to kill offspring, and to be widowed or widowed in the end, and it cannot be resolved unless one of them dies.
This means that you and your beloved man can never have a child, and that you are either widowed or widowed. Sooner or later, one of the parties must die before the end.
So Beiquan's biological mother was heartbroken and secretly brought the body of her dead son home.
Although she does not intend to inherit the family business, and she is not very good at learning, she only knows half-hearted techniques, but she is always the eldest daughter of this generation of young people, and has been praised by her elders for her intelligence and talent.
The girl knows how to "call the soul".
She thought of a way to change her life against the sky.
She wanted to recall her son's three souls and seven souls to bring him back to life.
And the price of doing so is to exchange one life for another, to exchange one's own life for his son's life...
"Uh… "
Hearing this, Wei Fuyuan finally understood what the scene he saw in Beiquan's memory was all about.
But there was one thing he still couldn't understand.
"But... your mother... no, I mean, your body's own mother, what she wants to recall is her son's soul, right?"
Wei Fuyuan looked puzzled, "But I remember, you said... It's been six hundred and fifty years since you died?"
To be honest, Wei Fuyuan’s history is very general. Without using Baidu, he only vaguely remembers that it should have been the Yuan Dynasty or the Ming Dynasty more than 600 years ago.
But let alone Beiquan's handsome appearance, who is in his twenties at most, just the clothes of the man and woman he saw in the other party's memory made him look like a modern person, so "calling the soul" is definitely impossible. Is it the Yuan Dynasty or the Ming Dynasty
"Could it be..."
Wei Fuyuan swallowed nervously.
"That's right."
Beiquan nodded, the corner of his mouth twitched, and completed the second half of the other party's unspoken sentence:
"I'm not her son, she 'hired' the wrong person."
Beiquan's mother is really not good at learning.
The "spiritualism" she thought she used was actually closer to the "God's Arrival" that Beiquan had used on Wei Fuyuan in a sense.
Once the spell is used, it will draw a powerful ghost within the range of the spell and let it enter another person's body.
If it is the body of a living person, the effect is similar to bumping into a passenger, but if it is the body of a dead person, if it is sealed with magic, it will not be able to leave.
Beiquan's mother performed spiritism on her son's first seven nights. She originally thought it would be his son's three souls and seven souls, but he didn't know that a premature baby who only lived for less than a week had such a powerful soul that he couldn't last the first seven. After entering the reincarnation, he is no longer in the world.
And what she "introduced" into the baby's body was the soul of a stranger, or - a devil.
"What, what do you mean?"
When Wei Fuyuan heard the word "evil ghost" uttered from Beiquan's mouth, he unconsciously remembered the wicked ghosts he had seen.
"Um."
Beiquan nodded without hesitation:
"Otherwise, do you think I have been wandering in the world for more than 650 years in the form of a ghost."
Wei Fuyuan: "..."
He swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva harder, and his voice was still a little hoarse when he spoke:
"Can I, can I ask... you, you back then... I mean, who were you when you were still alive?"
His eyes flickered, and he added:
"Also, how did you become a demon?"
"Ha ha."
Beiquan suddenly laughed.
After laughing, he breathed a long sigh of relief, like a sigh, but also relieved:
"You finally asked me."
Said, Beiquan pointed to himself:
"It's been too long, and I can't remember exactly what happened when I was alive."
Beiquan was silent for a while, then added:
"But I remember killing people myself."
He raised the corners of his lips and smiled coldly:
"Also, it killed a lot of people."