Chapter 12

Lao Zhang told me that his grandfather's generation was Mr. Yin and Yang. Later, when things changed at home, grandpa died suddenly. His father was still young, so the craft was not handed down. But these things were kept intact. Only in the turbulent period of ten years, they were buried in the yard for fear of causing trouble.

Although it has been buried for more than 50 years, it is well preserved. What I see is an itchy heart. I squat down and stretch out my hand on it. At this moment, if I touch a beautiful woman squatting next to me, I dare say I have absolutely no time to talk to her!

I told Lao Zhang that these things were borrowed and returned after removing ghosts. But I'll pick it up before I take over from the hospital in the afternoon. I can't take it back now. First, I'm afraid of being bumped by my grandmother. Second, even if I don't get bumped, how can I take it out when I go out in the afternoon?

On the way back, I was in a very happy mood. If you go to a Taoist shop to buy these things, I'm afraid it's hard to get 10000 yuan for an authentic copper coin sword made of 9981 copper coins, which is more than 50 years old. This thing has no market price. It has not only been opened, but also has been used in the hands of Mr. Yin and Yang for many years. It must kill countless demons and demons. It is a rare "artifact" of the town house. If I have to estimate the price, it will be at least more than 100000!

Besides, other items are authentic products that are difficult to buy in Taoist shops. If you add them together, 200000 is a conservative figure. I'm poor now, not to mention 200000. It's very difficult to take out 2000 yuan.

It was already 12:00 a.m. when I got home, my grandmother came back from the outside with a carp and a large bag of raw ribs in her hand. These two are my favorite foods, but they are usually made only during the new year's festival. What's the matter today? At the moment, grandma has come to me. I don't care how much I think. I hurried to catch her. She asked in surprise, what am I doing when I don't sleep?

I smiled and said, "I'm not hungry. I'm wandering outside the door waiting for you to come back."

Grandma smiled, but there was a trace of sadness in her smile. She only heard her say to me, "go back quickly, improve the food today, and let you have a good meal."

I slipped my things and asked, "what day is it today? I want to improve my food?"

Grandma didn't answer at first. After a while, she said, "people are always greedy. I want to eat." There was a faint sadness in his tone.

My heart was sour and I immediately understood what I meant. She may think our grandparents and grandchildren are running out of time. Maybe this is the last day. Don't you have a good meal before you leave?

After entering the house, I took my things to the kitchen. Grandma kicked me out. She began to get busy. I sat outside the interview and asked if I had heard anything in the Ge family. Grandma said as she was busy. There was nothing wrong. Just listen to someone talking about it. There was a pattern on that man's skin, like a locomotive.

After listening, I wasn't too surprised, because it was expected. But now we can finally confirm that the dead ghost mother and daughter in the hospital are the same as the murderer who killed Ge Ping!

After the meal was served, the grandmother took out the half bottle of white wine, and placed two pairs of chopsticks. She sighed and said, "we haven't had dinner together since your grandfather and your father left. Let's have a reunion dinner today."

My spine is cold. Look around. Grandpa and dad haven't come back now, have they? This is also a person's conditioned reflex. In fact, even if I come back, I am a family. What am I afraid of? But I know they can't come back. After so many years, they may have been reincarnated.

I also sighed sadly, grabbed the bottle, poured wine for grandpa and Dad, and then our grandparents and grandchildren poured it. I feel sad and don't have to bear it deliberately, because I can't shed tears. Then I said to my grandmother, "I don't have to go to school now. During my internship, I'll find a part-time job. In the future, I promise you to eat braised fish and stewed ribs every day!"

Grandma put a piece of spareribs in my bowl and said, "don't work so hard. After all these years, do you still care about this year? Here, a glass of wine to your grandpa first! "

She is not good at drinking. She only drank one or two cups during the new year. Today, she drank five or six cups at a time. She seemed a little drunk and couldn't help talking about some things in previous years, which had never been mentioned before. Including the last time grandpa drank wine the night before he died, she cried. This is the second time I have seen her cry since I was a child.

I also want to cry, but I can't cry. The uncomfortable taste in my heart is expanding, as if I was going to blow my chest.

Finally, she didn't eat a mouthful of food, and I helped her into the bedroom to sleep. Sitting back at the table, I lost my appetite in the face of my two favorite dishes. I drank all the remaining glasses of wine in the bottle and said to myself, "don't worry, old lady, we'll be fine. Since we can survive seventeen years, we can survive the second, third and seventeen years! "

I put the empty bottle heavily on the table, took a deep breath, tried my best to adjust my mood, then simply ate two mouthfuls of rice and hurried to the yard. Now grandma is drunk and sleeping. This is a rare opportunity. I want to arrange Dharma at home. Although these dead things are aimed at me, they don't promise not to do it to grandma.

Since we moved here, there have been two green bricks on the top of the wall. When I was a child, I didn't understand what to do. Later, I realized that this was left by the previous owner who had laid "town objects" in the yard and didn't use up the green bricks. Because there is a place protruding slightly from the center of the yard, it is definitely buried with green bricks.

The so-called town property means to avoid evil spirits. In short, it is the property of the town house. However, the ordinary Mr. Yin and Yang has limited skills, and it is difficult to compliment the power of the town. It doesn't mean to carve a few characters and trace them with cinnabar. It also needs a spell and rune water.

I first took down the two green bricks, engraved the mantra of green dragon and white tiger, then bit my fingers and smeared them with blood. This is not the same as the power of cinnabar painting. On both sides of the door, dig one foot three minutes and put the green bricks in. Back in the house, find out two talismans, burn them, turn them into talisman water, pour them around the pit, chant spells at the same time, and finally bury them.

With a green dragon and a white tiger guarding the door, ghost birds can never fly in, not to mention the dead ghost mother and daughter. Besides, the dead woman was injured. At least she won't come out for activities these days. But I was not very relieved. I picked up two talismans to ward off evil spirits. One was secretly stuffed under my grandmother's shop and the other was adjusted into talisman water and surrounded the door. With this pair of insurance, I felt a little relieved and went back to my room to meditate in bed.

In the afternoon, before I went to the hospital to take over my shift, my grandmother was still asleep, so I left a note on the dinner table and went out. Passing by Lao Zhang's shop, he took something and rolled it up with his bedding and rushed to the hospital.

Along the way, my mood suddenly became cheerful. Ninety nine percent of those who came to me tonight were the ghost bird. And it will not play cards according to common sense like the dead ghost mother and daughter. If it is not good, it will harm the innocent. It's not good not to come to the hospital. Even if I want to lead it to a deserted place in the suburbs, it won't necessarily buy it.

Because last night, the dead ghost mother and daughter used Ling Wei to deal with me. This is a very obvious signal. They have regarded the hospital as the best place to kill me!

Thinking of Ling Wei, a little girl, my heart is cold. Yesterday, human skin was sent to her bag. Will something happen to her? Although the human skin came for me, it was not given to me, just like Lao Zhang would receive human skin!