Sang Yu smiled. "Since this matter has been touched by us, there is no reason to stand idly by. But Uncle Cui, you know our rules. If we intervene, we have to do it according to our rules-can you do it?"
Uncle Cui nodded. "We have no problem with this, but …" I hesitated a little and didn’t seem to think about some words.
"But what? You can say it bluntly. "I shrugged." We don’t have that many taboos. "
Uncle Cui wanted to think about it and piled up a smile. "It’s very simple to ask you to prove that you are a real person in the practice, so that I can say that others cooperate with your work and then you can …" He wanted to think about it. "I’ll give you a thank-you note."
For a long time, this master regarded Sang Yu and I as practitioners who had a windfall all over the street … Practitioners are collectively referred to by all schools and factions. Most of them were sent to travel around Famendi before they started, and they increased their knowledge and met the masters of all schools and factions, and then went back to prepare for the start.
These younger brother things that can be discounted-don’t I and Sang Yu sample like nothing those goods?
On second thought, it is also true that Sang Yu and I are not old enough to ask his sects to be practitioners. Who would have thought that I have been practicing alone outside for many years?
I pulled something out of my pocket and pointed to a line of fine print. "Uncle Cui, I wonder if this thing can be regarded as a certificate?"
This thing is-seven documents of national security!
It was written in vain that the distance from Ri in September 1999 when I applied for the certificate is now more than three years-it feels like a gold medal catcher in ancient times proved his strength in vain.
Uncle Cui carefully finished the certificate and finally put his heart in his stomach. "You are really … well, I’ll call the children back and give them to you. Please.
As the sky was bright, when the middle-class people in all cities were busy at their desks, a group of hungry hunters recalled by Uncle Cui and Wang Xi, thirteen others who were just awake and sleepy, joined me. Sang Yu sat in groups of three and five in Wanhe Mountain Villa Restaurant, snoring and drinking corncob porridge, clicking and biting old kimchi and eating hot-mouthed white-flour buns, and had a heated discussion process.
The theme is whether this cargo Mao Jiahao died in the hands of the so-called ghost?
Section three hundred and thirty-five Soul falling apart
2
I have carefully examined Mao Jiahao’s body after I was approved by Uncle Cui. Unfortunately, neither Sang Yu nor I are professional coroners. The body has been destroyed in a real way. Why does it look like it has been eaten by a wild dog? The only explanation is that the wild dog actually eats dirty …
Of course, wild dogs are not afraid of high cholesterol, and they are under no pressure to eat dirty, but I can’t figure out why this product doesn’t eat meat. For example, Mao Jiahao’s fat thighs and arms are all fleshy and quite delicious. Is it really a ghost?
Anyway, everything can’t be explained now, so you can wait for our investigation results!
The zhangs’ several sit far away from us and listen to the discussion without saying a word. The posture seems to be indifferent to this-and there is no evidence to prove that it is related to our investigation of the Seven Killing Monuments. Everything is just my sixth sense …
As soon as our discussion plan was finalized, Master Nama came up to me and asked, "Liu, are you really going to take care of this?" The tone was full of reproach. "You know, we don’t have time to make waves now …"
I shrugged. "I don’t think it’s a wave-it’s not far from where we’re looking for the Seven Killing Monuments, Master Ma. Don’t you think it’s necessary to check?" I smiled. "To say the least, even if there isn’t, there are evil spirits here. It is just as righteous to blame our practice."
Master Ma shook his head. "Yes, you’re right. The practice is meaningful-but Liu, I hope you can understand your priorities. Now the matter of killing the monument seven times is imminent, and we have no time to delay it … We can call them and inform a team to come and deal with it, so we can solve it ourselves no matter when the time comes, right?"
"But it will take them two days to get here, and it will take them two days to get away from Sang Yu." And if they can’t leave immediately after the phone call, it will probably take three or four days or more to get here. Then the villagers don’t know how many accidents have happened.
"But it doesn’t necessarily happen. Master Ma retorted," As you said just now, it doesn’t necessarily have to be a ghost or a beast.
"We can’t bet on life, can we?" Sang Yu’s face became quite difficult and he wanted to spray his posture. "Can you say that you can sacrifice one person for saving one hundred people?"
"We didn’t sacrifice the centaur master growled," but let them endure for a few days.
"They can’t bear it because there is a monster now …"
"It’s an uncertain monster …"
"This is disregard for human life?
"You this is stubborn?
……
Although they kept their voices down, it was not obvious in the noisy dining room, but now it is getting bigger and bigger, which may attract attention-I coughed several times and advised, "Are you so noisy and boring?" This action seems to be my decision. You just need to arrange it according to me, right? "
Although I sound neutral, it’s a pity that everyone is white-Sang Yu immediately stopped talking and showed a winner’s smile. He slowly picked up the milk and drank the horse, but the master waved back angrily.
Things didn’t end so simply … Sure enough, at the end of our discussion, when we were about to arrange work, the Zhang Xu guy came over and told me that since we were going to look for this elusive ghost, they didn’t stop it-could a joke stop it? -but they want to go into the mountains on the same day and look for a rift along the clues of those travelers. There should be no problem with the Zhuge family here. I hope I can agree at such a time.
Of course, it’s also a joke if I want to stop them …
The zhangs’ such a walk Wang Xi is a bit restless. While he is on my side, he is looking for thirteen to discuss. But thirteen has no idea to say something bad about this sect. This guy is not the material. Wang Xi is getting more and more depressed and disappointed, and his face is about to drip with bitterness.
I didn’t care that he sent people to thirteen according to his own ideas. Uncle Cui and a group of lean guys searched along the cliff. Iron and Wang Xize went around with other people to search along the stream from the cliff surface. When the group found something strange, they should be ventilated. Then everyone will adopt the way of encirclement to siege toward their destination.
Sang Yu and I are going to the dead man’s house and field for an evocation. Can we find scattered souls to gather and probe the news we need from his mouth?
Brother, this yin and yang eye is not a vegetarian
After breakfast, everyone arranged the preparations according to me-besides food, drinking water and wild tableware, they were also equipped with high-tech tools such as compass, walkie-talkie and night vision goggles to avoid going in and out of the department and turning it into a wild animal dish.
They were busy with them, and Sang Yu and I brought all our things to Mao Jiahao’s house and put up an altar in his bedroom.
In addition to the instruments, sacrifices, evocation, and soul introduction (the deceased’s things before his death), Sang Yu and I have prepared an oil-paper umbrella to gather these wandering souls when the time comes, considering that Mao Jiahao’s body has lost its five internal organs.
This umbrella is not an ordinary thing either. The handle of the umbrella is made of Sophora japonica wood. There is a woodcut villain who drills his eyes respectively. The inside of the umbrella is stuffed with coffin moss and blended with human hair, brown rice and Guanyin soil into powder and egg white to make small pills. Then the umbrella surface is divided into two layers with three soul-gathering spells-this thing is specially made. We Zhuge’s family generally don’t care about it in Sang Yu, but I don’t know how she brought this thing this time.
I won’t repeat the process of evocation. Anyway, it’s still the usual practice to burn incense and money, and then ignite the soul in the brazier. After repeating it three times, I actually saw a faint shadow floating in from the outside!
That’s fucking wrong!
It is reasonable to say that the soul of a tragic dead person will temporarily disperse and collapse due to fear and horror, but after a few hours, it will slowly gather to form a complete soul due to its own attraction. At that time, the ghost will restore its consciousness and thinking-many ghosts have also played the role of the dead who suddenly woke up and found themselves dead … That process often happens only a few hours after death.
Mao Jiahao has been dead for a day and a night, and this soul is still in a state of separation. If you want to say that it is no problem, I will kill him or not, but now I don’t know what is going on-just put this soul under the umbrella first, and so on. Can you find something else about him?
Pack up the primers in the brazier. Sang Yu and I arrived at his favorite places again. We repeated the simple evocation. In the end, we just recalled one soul and three souls. Most souls didn’t return.
"Strange," I wondered. "This situation is so weird. Why can’t I find my soul everywhere? Have we missed it? -Sang Yu, how are you? "
"maybe," Sang Yu thought. "should we go to that place where the body was last found? In case there is any escape soul class, there is a great possibility of wandering souls around. "
"Don’t these souls return to their former homes and places?" I asked, "It’s reasonable that the soul will return according to its ability after being dispersed."
Sang Yu shook his head slightly. "This is not necessarily-according to our family’s observation for many years, it is a general situation that the soul belongs to the former residence independently, but there are exceptions. That is to say, this person’s soul and body are defective and will temporarily get together in twos and threes. I think if there is still a place to get together, it should be his dead position."
"That makes sense. I do know that it’s a pity that many details are not understood by the Wangs. After all, they have involved too many yin techniques in the royal bending of gods. On the one hand, they know much more than many sects, so Sang Yu and I immediately set off for the discovery of the body.
When I got to the place, I was half dead tired. Don’t say that this pile of things alone is terrible. It’s incense, wax, money and brazier oil umbrella. We also brought food and water-it happened that I didn’t dare to let Sang Yu take himself as a dedicated employee …
Poor thing! It’s not easy for men to earn some performance!
"Hey, you’re so tired. When I sat on a stone and gasped, Sang Yu said with a heart and a hint of blame." I asked you to give it to me, but you didn’t do it anyway-how tired are you? "
At that time, I was relieved. I don’t know where a force suddenly propped me up and said with all the heroism, "Cut ~ what is this?" To tell you the truth, I haven’t exercised for a long time either. What would happen if I exercised? I can solve all the pediatric problems with one hand, and I bent my arm on purpose, but the oboro biceps didn’t live up to expectations and bulged an egg-sized pimple …
"Go here and kiss and tell less. Sang Yu gave me a white look. I stretched out my hand and took out a handkerchief from my pocket and threw it." I’ll go there and wipe my face with water. "