C17

He had to think of a foolproof plan before he could return. Otherwise, he might not be able to make it back in time.

Next to the stage was the old age center, the chess room. Early the next morning, the sound of the mahjong woke me up.

Since I wasn't covered with a blanket, I felt a little cold and shrunk my nose. He walked to the chess room at the side and looked at the old men, speechless. He had been exercising since morning, what was the point of playing mahjong?!

When I finished complaining and saw the sun in the sky, my legs went limp. He scrambled onto the motorcycle and untied the bag containing the three dead bodies. After that, he ran to the foot of the stage. The nearby residents had piled up the corpse, making it very gloomy. If he were to place it here, it would not be corroded by the yang energy.

After putting the sacks away, I walked into the streets of the town and bought some soup dumplings from a bun house. Then he sat down and thought about how he could send the ghosts from the Ghost Village on their way.

But I can't think of any good way. I might as well walk around and look for inspiration.

I walked around the town and stopped in front of a paper money shop, not because I had found any inspiration, but because I was a relative of the shop. I also need to repair my equipment. I thought for a moment. I need to carry the pen and ink, as well as the yellow paper.

He walked into the store and bought some supplies.

When he saw a young man buying these things, he curiously asked, "Usually, old people of your age are the ones who come to buy these things. Why do you young people believe in ghosts?"

"Yes." I went back, since I had nothing better to do, so I sat down in the shop and chatted with the boss.

The boss stared into my eyes for a while before saying, "Do you really believe me? The young people these days have only been studying for a few years and have already thrown away all the legacies left behind by our ancestors? Sometimes, I really want to catch one and beat them up."

"Haha, calm down. It's an era of science and technology."

The shop owner took a child and placed him to the side before continuing to stab him.

"Boss, will these boys and girls cause trouble at night?" I asked.

"What kind of trouble?" The boss asked me if I understood. It was obvious that he wanted to test my understanding.

"You did seven orifices for them. Although these are tied with paper, ordinary wandering ghosts don't know. They thought that a person who lost his soul would attach it to his body and cause trouble for you at night!"

The boss gave me a thumbs up. "It looks like not only you believe in ghosts, you're also an expert!"

"I'm not an expert. It's just that reading books is useless. I have inherited my grandfather's method, so I'm just asking for a bite to eat." I went back.

The boss nodded, "I'm the same as you. I inherited my father's culinary skills and am here to beg for a meal." But in our line of work, there's a rule that we close at exactly eight in the evening, so you ask me if they made a scene at night, and I don't know. It's just that sometimes in the morning when they open the door, their positions change. "

"Then it will cause trouble and you won't be here tonight. However, some people who don't understand this paper will think that after burning it down to their ancestors, there will be a boy and a girl serving them. However, we also know that they are just a few bamboo sticks and a few pieces of paper.

The boss smiled, "You are not entirely right. These paper men are not just burning pictures to look good, this is what they are doing now." Long ago, rich people used to die with the living, but later on people thought it was too cruel. Instead, we use paper men, but these paper men are covered with the hair of little boys and little girls. After burning them, there will really be children accompanying the dead! "

"Who would let their own children tie their hair to the paper man to burn! This will cost you your lifespan! "

In the past, poor people couldn't even eat, so how could they care about such things?" "It's just that it's slowly getting more inhumane, and everyone's living conditions are getting better. Parents, unless they really have no other choice, wouldn't hurt their children, so gradually they just burn paper and act like they don't have to tie their hair anymore." The owner laughed, "So this paper man was originally used as a substitute. When I was a kid, did I ever see a paper man as a double? It can even be used as a substitute!

"You entered the civilized society when you were young, and you still use a paper man as a substitute to harm people?" I curiously asked. I just entered the sect, so I don't understand many things. It would be helpful for me to listen to some of senior's deeds.

"He might not necessarily be harming others, but he can still help others!" The boss put down what he was doing and looked like he was going to tell me a story. I also took out a cigarette and sent it to him, while I recharged my cell phone.

After the boss took a drag from the cigarette, he said, "That was my grandpa's job. At that time, a rogue from our town was killed outside. His body was split into several pieces, but we couldn't find all of them. Then the ghost of that rogue wandered around the town, and people often saw him shouting 'Where's my hand?' in the street at night. Where's my head? Which one of you saw it? ' During that time, no one would dare to go out at night. "

"Did no Taoist send him on his way?" I asked.

The boss waved his hand, "How can I send him on his way?" To get him out of this town, he had to find a place for him. But if he didn't even have a physical body, how could he be a Yin Residence? The coffin was empty, he didn't recognize it! Just hang around the town, and once there was a drunk who forgot about it and walked out into the street at night, and guess what? He was run into by a rogue. The rogue grabbed the drunkard's hand and said that this hand was very similar to his. It was his hand that was trying to pull the drunkard's hand off. The drunk woke up with a start and ran away. From the second day onwards, his hands were always numb, and he didn't even respond to the heat of the fire. "

"Could it be that the soul in his hand was torn apart by that rogue ghost?" I laughed.

The boss also laughed out loud: "That's right. That guy still doesn't dare to drink anymore."

"How did the hoodlum send it away afterwards have anything to do with the paper man?" I asked.

The boss lit up another cigarette, coughed out sputum and continued with relish, "Previously, that rogue was just scared. Everyone thought he would leave after a while, but now he's hurt people. "So we all gathered together and thought of a way. Three smelly smiths against Zhuge Liang. When people started to discuss, we slowly thought of a way to make him a fake body!"

"Paper man?" I laughed. "But it's just paper. He wouldn't recognize it!"

"Of course he wouldn't recognize the paper man. My grandfather went to the bed where he slept, found his hair, found his dandruff, stuck it to the paper man, and wrote his name on the paper man's stomach. He dressed the paper man in the clothes he wore in front of him. That way, he would accept it! The ghost did not give in to his anger. The moment he saw that the paper man had his own anger, he treated it as his own flesh. His family put the paper man in a coffin, buried him, and built him a penthouse. From then on, he never came to the town to roam about. "

"Since he has his own abode, of course he won't wander around anymore."

"Therefore, this paper man is not as simple as burnt to ashes. It can hurt or help others. It depends on how you use it. The seconds you use are not good!"

"That's right, many of the arcane skills left behind by our ancestors were forgotten."

After sighing with emotion, my eyes suddenly lit up. I stood straight and asked, "Boss, you said that paper men were originally used as a substitute, but ghosts do not recognize their anger. If you use them to make a ferocious appearance, and then tie up the hair of the evil people, will these paper men be considered as evil people in the eyes of the ghosts?"

The boss replied, "That's the theory!"

I laughed. There was a way to get rid of those ghosts and make them want to leave.

"Boss, I want you to make thirty paper men. How much do you want from those fiendish ones?"

"Thirty? I see that you're also half a colleague, so I'll give you a price, fifteen hundred! "

I choked on the cigarette. Fifteen hundred, this is too much. I didn't have much money on me, and I didn't pay for sending the ghosts to the village. I'm willing to put in a little bit of money, but I'm not willing to put in so much money.

Even if Pappy told me that sending someone on the road is our duty as a giver, I wouldn't do it because I'm poor.

The boss asked, "What are you going to do with all this?"

I smiled and made it up, "It's nothing. I often walk at night, so I'm easily tricked by ghosts. I just want to be my bodyguard for thirty evil spirits! "

"Hahaha!" At least you can think of something. " The owner laughed. However, I couldn't laugh. The problem of the Ghost Village hadn't been solved.