C101 hallucination

"The bastard in the water tank?" I reacted for a while before I understood that Mr. Zhao was talking about catching a turtle in a jar.

The people in the yard were all busy, and I didn't know how to help, so I just stood aside to avoid getting in the way.

Xia Xin and the others scattered a lot of cinnabar in the courtyard, then they started to fiddle with Grandpa Gu's corpse with the Mr. Zhao.

At first I didn't know what they were doing. But after looking at it for a while, I suddenly felt a little familiar.

They changed the corpse into a shroud and carried it to the wooden bed. He then built a small shed with bamboo poles and a broken mat.

I called out to Mr. Zhao and asked, "What are you doing? Is he building a spirit shed? "

The Mr. Zhao took a pile of white paper from the side and handed me a pair of scissors. You can help cut the paper money. "

I took the scissors and the white paper in a daze. "Aren't we going to force Grandpa Gu's soul out? Why did he have to pay for the paper cutting in the shed? Are we going to help him with the funeral or something? "

The Mr. Zhao explained, "This is called 'preemptive etiquette', we will help the ancient head organize the funeral and give him some money to burn incense. Grandpa Gu might have come back after being touched. Of course, if he doesn't come back, then we won't be polite and will do what we have to do. "

I was confused when I heard this: Grandpa Gu is dead and buried. We dug him up and started a new funeral. Isn't this tormenting him? I doubt if he would be moved.

Just as I was feeling confused, Mr. Zhao pretended to walk over to me and teach me how to cut paper money. After he said a few words that were neither painful nor itchy, he finally could not endure it anymore and proudly said: "The funeral is fake, the punishment given to ancient head is real."

I looked at him curiously.

He said mysteriously, "The method of punishment is my own secret, and it has never been passed to outsiders. But you are my nephew, and that is different. "

I rolled my eyes. "Can you not get so involved in this?" Are we related by blood? "

Mr. Zhao said, "Weren't you picked up by your foster-grandpa? Maybe we really are relatives? There must be a chance, right? "

I said, "Well, one in a billion. "Alright, stop talking nonsense with me. Just tell me, what exactly do you want?"

Mr. Zhao's face revealed a pleased look, he said: "Do you think torturing the corpses is dismembering the ancient head into pieces and boiling it in the pot? That would be dirty and smelly, so it would be inferior, and it would also be inhumane and would not be in the slightest bit of honor. "

I patiently coordinated with him. "So, what are you going to do?"

Mr. Zhao rubbed his hands and said proudly: "Why do you think ancient head cared so much about this corpse?"

I didn't even want to guess, and I also knew that the Mr. Zhao didn't really make me guess. He was just trying to be suspenseful, so I asked, "Why do you think?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "Most people keep their corpses and build their tombs for their children to burn and burn. ancient head need not think about this, he does not seem to have a grandson. "

I nodded.

The Mr. Zhao continued, "There are still some who preserved their corpses for their next lives. Have you ever heard of it? The eunuchs of the ancient palace had to place their treasures in the coffin before they died. Only after a complete burial can you become a normal person in your next life. But ancient head doesn't need to think about this, he doesn't seem to plan to reincarnate. "

I nodded again.

Mr. Zhao said, "There are still some people …"

I interrupted him, "Second Uncle, don't give me an example. Just tell me directly, what is ancient head planning to do with the corpse?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "He wants to leave his corpse in the ancient tomb to confuse the Yin and Yang. So, as long as we touch his corpse, we will destroy his plans, and he can't not be nervous. "

I nodded in deep agreement.

Who knew that Mr. Zhao would change the topic and say, "But even if we did ruin the corpse. The ancient head could also be replaced with a paper man. The paper man may not be as good as the corpse, but it can still work. "

I said, "Yes, inside the old tomb, the one in the coffin is a paper man."

Mr. Zhao came close to my ear and whispered, "So I thought of a way. I found a soul and planned to insert it into ancient head's corpse. Do you still remember Bao Xiaomu? "

I said, "Remember?"

The Mr. Zhao said: "Bao Xiaomu once met a master. The way that the great master opened the altar was to help him fuse Bao Xiaojie's soul and body. Even if Bao Xiaojie's own soul came back, he would not be able to do anything. Hehe, I will just learn this method, and let the newly found soul and ancient head's corpse fuse together. At that time, the paper man ancient head had buried in his grave would be useless. Because the paper man is a body double, and his body is no longer his. "

"When he completely loses his physical body and has no way to confuse Yin and Yang, do you think he'll be worried?"

I said to the Mr. Zhao, "Your method is indeed good, but there is one thing that is difficult to do here. I remember that the master spent a great deal of effort and could only fuse his soul and body for fifty days. Are you very skilled? How long can it last? "

Mr. Zhao said, "I don't know how long it will take, it won't even take fifty days."

I said, "If that's the case, wouldn't it be enough for ancient head to just hide in hiding and not get caught by Nagzul within fifty days? If we merge with the corpses here, he might not be afraid. "

Mr. Zhao's face became even more crafty: "That's right. I know in my heart that at most, I will be able to fuse them in a few days. But it doesn't matter, the ancient head didn't know. "Does he dare to take the risk?"

I said, "When you finish fusing with the corpse, ancient head should be able to sense it, right?"

Mr. Zhao giggled: "What if I were to move a bit slower, give ancient head some time, and have him rush over in time to stop me? Eldest Nephew, don't forget, our goal is to capture ancient head's soul, not destroy his corpse. Thus, all fusing together is just a pretense, a bait. "

I sighed and said, "Second uncle, you are really bad."

Mr. Zhao said complacently: "Thanks, thanks."

Then he turned to leave. I grabbed him. "That's not right. Even if you faked a fusion, you should at least have a soul, right? Where is the soul that you prepared? "

Mr. Zhao took out a small paper man, "Aren't these already prepared?"

When I looked at the paper man, I nearly broke down: it was Erhu.

With a bitter face, I asked, "Second Uncle, can you throw it away?"

The Mr. Zhao said, "I can't bear to throw it out. Isn't it more useful now?"

Then he went to the cot and began to fiddle with the body.

At this time, the mourning hall was completely set up. Mr. Zhao checked again before placing the paper man on the corpse's chest.

He lit a candle on the paper man. The candle burned brightly, and wax dripped down the candle and dripped onto the paper man, attaching the paper man and Grandpa Gu's body to each other.

I saw that the candles were getting shorter and shorter, and had already piled up on Grandpa Gu's chest.

The Mr. Zhao did not care about the candle.

Xia Xin and A Chang were standing by the side with arms crossed, looking like they were just watching a show. But I saw that Xia Xin's hand was holding onto a small knife while A Chang's muscles were tight. They were clearly very vigilant. The so-called leisure was just an act.

Mr. Zhao picked up an oil lamp and wrote the words "Erhu's Birthday" on the wall. He also cut a lock of Grandpa Gu's hair off and put it into the lamp oil.

The oil lamp was crackling, and some black smoke was coming out. Mr. Zhao placed the lamp under the spirit bed and let the smoke grill the bed.

Then he walked over to me and said, "Eldest Nephew, I need your help with this matter."

I asked warily, "You need my help?" What can I do? "

Mr. Zhao said, "You and Erhu's soul have some connection after all. And he was with you. You two were fated. Right now, he had to fuse Erhu and ancient head. You should be able to see something. Let me make it clear that you have hallucinations. "

When I heard this, my blood started to boil. I stood up from the ground and said to Mr. Zhao, "I knew it. I knew it wasn't that simple. Whose soul do you want to use? You just have to use Erhu's. Aren't you deliberately trying to harm me? "

The Mr. Zhao waved his hands, "Calm down, calm down. "Listen to me."

I panicked. "What else did you say? Then tell me the truth, why did you use Erhu's soul? Are you doing this on purpose? "

I had originally been waiting for Mr. Zhao to deny it, then refute him until his skin was covered. Who knew that Mr. Zhao would nod his head: "Yes, I did it on purpose."

I was a little surprised, but I couldn't speak.

Mr. Zhao put his hand on my shoulder, as if he was hugging both brothers. Then, he said to me: "ancient head is very cunning. We're forcing him out, but we don't know if he's here or not. "So we need one person to observe, and that person is you."

I asked, "Why me? How do I observe? "

Mr. Zhao said, "When Erhu and ancient head begin to merge, pay attention to your hallucinations. If ancient head appears in your illusion, this means that he has already arrived. Just remind us. We will take certain measures then. "

Mr. Zhao stuffed a bell at me: "Do you still remember this? Just ring the bell and we'll hear you. "

I asked the Mr. Zhao, "When will that illusion appear?"

Mr. Zhao suddenly gave me a weird smile and pointed behind me. "Isn't he already here?"

I looked back and saw a baby standing behind me. Who else could it be other than Erhu? He was grinning at me.

I was scared stiff and wanted to turn back to look for Mr. Zhao, but it was too late. The Mr. Zhao was gone, Xia Xin was also gone, everything in the courtyard had disappeared.

This illusion was very scary. There were only two people inside, Erhu and me.