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The mute was crouching beside me, frightened but afraid to approach me when he saw me rummaging over his body.

I slowly put the corpse down and told him, "Big brother, I'm here to help you. Don't be afraid."

I walked over to the mute. There was a foul air in his spirit door, caused by the teak nail between his eyebrows, and this foul air made him a fool to die.

The mute ghost was continuously retreating. There was no way to communicate with him, how could he send him on his way?

"Big Brother, just wait here!" I'll be right back! "

I ran back into the town and knocked on the door of a shop that sold useless goods. The owner said, annoyed, "What do you want to buy in the middle of the night?"

"Who would buy it in the middle of the night?" My crooked argument silenced the boss for a moment.

I went into the shop, picked up some paper money, some candles, and some clothes. When I paid to leave, I saw that there were still some apples on the table in the owner's room behind us.

"Then I want the apple as well!" I put the apple in a plastic bag and paid for it.

When he returned to the mute's corpse, he was still there.

I burned the paper suit and the paper shoes first, and when they were gone, the mute put on the new clothes and shoes I had burned for him.

Light a candle and set the apple on the table.

The mute ghost breathed in the fragrance with all his might and was no longer on guard against me.

"Big brother, how did you die? Can you tell me who did it? " I asked.

The mute ghost chuckled. I looked at him speechlessly, mute and foolish. What should I do?

As time passed, the foul air on his spirit gate would naturally dissipate, but it would still take seventeen to eighteen years. By then, most likely his spirit energy would be depleted and he would become no different from an animal spirit. No, the mute ghost was killed by someone and had a very heavy grievance, so once the foul air dispersed, he would turn into an evil ghost and not lose too much spiritual energy.

No wonder Tang Le said that it was a disaster to keep it.

"Big brother, can you do me a favor and write it to me?" I handed a thin stick to the mute. The mute took it, sniffed it, and tossed it away.

"Sure, you're the boss!" I stood up. "I'm telling you, I only have three days to send you on your way. If I can't send you back in three days, you'll have to leave!" It's already been one day and there are still two days left! "

The mute ghost laughed.

"Even if I say that you don't understand, you are infuriating me!" Disheartened, I lit a cigarette. Looking at the mute ghost's corpse, I suddenly frowned. Ordinary people wouldn't use this kind of evil technique. Thus, the person who killed the mute ghost must also be someone who would die from eating. If he did that, even if the mute ghost was caught by a yin servant, it would be unable to complain.

Since I can't find any clues from the mute, why don't I go into town and look for the one that's dead?

After I reburied the mute's body, I turned around and headed back into town.

I walked through every alley in the town, and finally, at the mouth of a very old alley, I smelled the thick smell of incense.

Following the scent, I came to an old tile house whose living room was lit by red candlelight.

I lit a cigarette and stepped inside. There was no one in the living room. There were several paper men inside, and the walls were covered with black cloth. There was a statue in the direction of the shrine, but it was covered my head, so I didn't know what kind of statue it was.

"Is anyone there?" I whispered tentatively again, and walked slowly inside.

There were two small doors on each side of the throne. According to this type of tiled building, there should be a kitchen behind the tablet. There were two small rooms on each side of the kitchen.

I walked through the little door next to the altar, not the kitchen, but a small statue of a woman on the east wall. I couldn't tell what god it was. However, the eyes of the statue looked strange. Most importantly, the statue was facing west.

Ordinary people would understand the difference in a God's Yin as one, but there was a fundamental difference. Generally speaking, Yin Deviation was of the yin attribute, and in the underground world, it belonged to the yin type. And the gods that we often talk about, most of them refer to the Sun God, which in the three feet of the sky, belongs to the Sun.

To the west was the gates of the dead, facing west. This meant that the deities in the deity statue were in contact with the underworld.

Ask Grandma Mi or go to the deity statue set by the old hag, is facing west, because they are going to the gates of hell to bring their old friends up to ask about things. But I've seen a lot of statues of deities that the old hag put up, and none of them are this way.

The red candlelight and the ethereal cigarette made this strange Goddess even more strange.

Ignoring her, I walked to my room on the east side. I pushed open the door and felt a chill run down my spine. It was dark inside, and I lit my lighter and stepped inside.

The light from the lighter was very small. I could vaguely see that there was a bed in the room, and there seemed to be someone sitting on it.

I ducked my head and slowly walked over with my eyes pointed. It was a man in red.

Approaching closer, he could see the woman clearly. She was wearing an old wedding dress and had a ruler and scissors in her hand. In the old days, women would always carry these two items when they were married, and they would dress on behalf of diligent women.

The woman's body did not move. She had lost her breath and was now a corpse.

Since I snuck in secretly and this woman is too strange, I started to look like a thief. After glancing left and right, I saw a stick at the side and took it over, wanting to pry off the dead woman's red head to see what she looked like.

I slowly reached out my stick and grabbed the red cap on my head. Suddenly, a voice behind me asked, "What are you doing?"

I screamed, and the stick fell to the ground, gasping for breath, stroking my chest. Turning around, I saw an old man of about sixty, shouting a pipe, his face expressionless.

"Great sir, I just shouted, but there was no one here, so I entered by myself." I quickly explained.

"Come out!"

I followed him out, and out, man, there was a man's body at the gate, sitting on a palanquin, his bloodless face painted red and even more frightening.

"We're having a nuptial tonight?" I asked, thinking how creepy it would be for you to have a wedding. I used paper instead of paper.

"How do you know?" the old man asked.

"I have." I rolled my eyes and began to speak seriously, "It's like this, sir. Just look at me and you'll know that I'm a literary young man. I'm a ghost storyteller and like to pick up wind from all over the place. So, when I passed by your house, I saw candlelight reflected in it, and there were even candles lit these days. I must be someone who's working on the suicide mission, so I came in to take a look. "

The old man snorted, "Then you should know. Just now when you picked the red cap on the female corpse, she assumed that you were her husband and would always follow you."

I do know that, but I was too nervous just now, and I was afraid of being a thief, so I forgot about it.

"I was too nervous and forgot." I scratched my head awkwardly.

"Alright, let's go to the side. I have some business to attend to!" The old man said.

With a pipe in his mouth, he walked to the door and had the bearer of the palanquin bring out the dead woman's body and carry it into another palanquin.

The old man took out a written marriage certificate and read, "Today, I, Han Xiaotian, will be the matchmaker …"

After he finished reciting, he took it to the strange female statue at the back and burned it. Then, he went to the front and shouted, "Get up!"

Damn, do you still need to write a marriage certificate to be a ghost? Did I write it last time? I raised my head, but I really couldn't remember. There were too many things at that time. Forget it, it doesn't matter. My goal isn't to help Xiaohu and He Feng get married. I'm just taking a walk to see them off.

The eight palanquin bearers lifted two palanquins. Han Xiaotian turned to me and said, "Are you still not going out?"

"Can I follow them?" I immediately put on a smile. "As I told you earlier, I'm a fan of traditional practices and am very interested in this lost traditional culture!"

"You said you were a writer of novels." Han Xiaotian said with a cold expression.

"It's the same. I'm preparing to write a book about the traditional culture of the dead. Master Han, do you mind if I follow you?"

"Let's go!" So annoying! "

After they left, Han Xiaotian shouted, "Wait a moment." He ran back to the door and locked it, probably because he had been too careless just now.

"Normally, other white people would come to my house alone. You're the first one that no one sneaks in!" Han Xiaotian said.

He led the way.

He brought the two corpses to a grave that had been dug. After a few more steps, he put the two corpses into two coffins, covered them, and told the sedan bearers to bury the graves.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Han Xiaotian walked up to me and said with a cold expression, "Say it, just what are you doing!? Why did you come to my house? Stop talking nonsense, otherwise, I will bury you too. "