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"It's no use, this is the Corpse Supporting Spell. The muscles and bones on his waist are already as firm as a rock. No matter who you are, you won't be able to pull it off no matter how hard you try. " Old Man Zhang closed his eyes and said: "We must burn it. We must not bury it.

"The burning is not a big problem, but how do we explain it to the Zhao Family? "There's no explanation, they don't want to burn it." The village chief asked worriedly.

"How about this, you guys leave first. I'll have a talk with this child alone, maybe there's a way out." Old Man Zhang was still lying on the bed with his eyes closed. It was as if he had great prestige in the village. Not only did the villagers not dare to charge in, but even the village chief and the village chief heard his orders and left without a word.

They walked out of the old room, and Zhang Shan, who was already standing outside, closed the door softly. At this moment, only Old Man Zhang and I were left in the room.

"Child, come sit over here. Tell me in detail what happened between the previous day and the present. " Old Man Zhang opened his eyes and waved me over.

I honestly walked over and sat down by Old Man Zhang's bedside, recounting my dream from the day before yesterday and all that happened last night to Old Man Zhang.

"You said that Zhao Youde turned into black smoke in your dream?" After hearing my story, Old Man Zhang raised some doubts.

Seeing me nod, the Old Man Zhang sighed and said, "That is a Nightmare, with a black aura around it."

"Then you also have a Gold Coffin. Why didn't you use one back then to directly receive Zhao Youde's Nightmare?" I also had a few questions lingering in my mind, so I couldn't help but ask.

"Do you want to know now?" Hehe "Old Man Zhang laughed and said:" There are three reasons. First, after a person dies, because the mental energy of the initial stage soul is usually stronger than the Nightmare's, most people don't even need our Palmprint Holder to act. The soul will suppress the Nightmare until it dissolves and no longer exists.

Second, to find out where Zhao was hiding the money, I needed to uncover the Nightmare, rather than rush to store it. Although this sort of nightmare has deceived you, the soul really does not know where the money is. This is a question of memory selection, and I can't explain it to you.

Thirdly, because Zhao Youde's soul was not in the range of the mourning hall's protection, I did not dare to rashly activate the Gold Coffin. "I never would have thought that Zhao Youde's nightmare would turn out to be true."

"Then what about the Corpse Supporting Spell?" What I was actually worried about the most was this. That was the curse that was placed on me!

"The Corpse Supporting Spell refers to a soul or a Nightmare that, before disappearing, risked the danger of being dispersed to pick up the corpse and point it towards the person who had enmity with him. It uses the incantation within the corpse to drive the corpse to seek revenge on that person in the future." The Old Man Zhang patiently explained.

My back tingled. Doesn't this mean I'm going to be followed by a zombie?

Old Man Zhang looked at my pale face and comforted me, "You don't have to worry about this, as long as you beat him with the brine on his body for three days and three nights, then you won't be in danger. I will give it to the village chief to take care of.

Old Man Zhang's words changed the subject, and the worry that I had just put down once again rose in my heart. This is a matter between people, there's nothing I can do about it. "

The moment I heard this, I became anxious. This old man had left me behind after all! Forcing me to do things for them, causing trouble, but not wiping my ass.

"However, if you are willing to give Zhao Youde's wife and daughter an explanation, the situation might turn for the better." The old man knew what I was thinking, and before I could fly into a rage, he made up his mind.

"An explanation?" How do you explain this? " I didn't know what the old man meant.

"How did Zhao Youde die?" the old man said, guiding me.

"AIDS …"

"Why do you have AIDS?"

"Those who sell their blood …"

"Why are you selling your blood?"

"In order to give his girl …" Oh! I get it. You mean, you want me to be in charge of Zhao's tuition fees for De Niu? " I finally understood what the old man meant. Old Master Zhang smiled and remained silent.

What else can I say? Naturally, he promised with a mouthful of words that 200 yuan per month was much better than being beaten to death.

Besides, this is a good thing. Considering my feelings for Zhao Youde, it doesn't matter if his soul knows or not. At the very least, in my heart, it is a form of comfort.

Seeing that I had agreed to the matter, the old man called in Zhao Youde's elder brother, Zhao Youcai, and the two of them started to negotiate.

In the end, Zhao Youcai made the condition on behalf of the Zhao family, that I would be in charge of Zhao Youde, Niu Niu, who graduated from the first grade to the middle school. All the expenses of the nine-year compulsory education amounted to 21,600 yuan, which could be paid in a lump sum or on a monthly basis. From then on, the Zhao Family did not pursue the matter of Zhao Youde's "swindled corpse", and Zhao Youde's corpse was left to the Old Man Zhang to deal with.

After the two sides confirmed that it was acceptable, they called in the Village Head and the Village Head.

The guarantor of the Zhao Family is the village head, and my guarantor is the Old Man Zhang.

The old man had also personally explained to the villagers the reason for the "corpse fraud". He said that it was a natural phenomenon and that there was no need to panic. Only then did the villagers disperse. At this point, the "Corpse Defensive Waves" finally disappeared into thin air. I'm free to move.

After returning to the camp, my colleagues asked me about what happened last night. I did not mention anything, but told them all about how Zhao Youde's Niu Niu could not afford to go to school, and how Zhao Youde sold his blood to earn money for his daughter's tuition. He did not expect the company's leaders to contact the village chief on their own initiative to organize the staff to donate to Zhao Youde and his family. That night, the company's leader knocked on Zhao Youde's courtyard with the nearly 10,000 yuan everyone had contributed to him. Of course, I won't count this money on myself. I have a problem with my character, the main topic is my business, so no one can help me.

On the morning of the third day, the two days of expansion had come to an end. We're going down to the city. I specially went to the old house on the other side of the river. Before I left, I bid farewell to the Old Man Zhang and thanked him for his help. Old Man Zhang held my hand and said: "Child, people have many setbacks in their life. This time, it's nothing, what's more difficult is in the future, as long as I can truly control your abilities, and use it on the right path, in the future …"

"No!" I firmly interrupted his exhortation. "This ability does not belong to me, and I do not intend to use it again. Using just this once, he had caused such a huge disaster. I really am not made of this material, so stop trying to persuade me. Besides, I'm not the only one in Palmprint Holder, let other people do this! I want to be an ordinary person. "

"Hur hur, you have your opinion. This is a good thing." Surprisingly, Old Man Zhang was not angry at all, "Ever since I saw you two years ago, I knew that you would not be someone to be trifled with in the future. We were fated to be together, master and disciple, and that's all empty. I only have a few days left, so I'll give you a few last words. I hope you'll remember this:

Baizi Nao Sing Hai Zhong Jin, dual and fast to defend ten thousand souls.

Sometimes, a hit must always be done. A godly sword should not be directed towards a kind person.

Three feet above the forehead of the tulip, anything can help.

For mortals to be able to meddle with the affairs of the world meant that they had experienced many vicissitudes of life.

"Go on!" With that, the Old Man Zhang closed his eyes and stopped looking at me.

Before we got on the carriage, I patiently advised Zhang Shan, who came to send me off, to burn Zhao Youde's body clean. It wasn't that I was cruel, it was his soul and Nightmare, whatever that needed to be taken away, what needed to be taken away, all that was left was a shell, and he was even cursed. I didn't want to be torn apart by a zombie just a few days after returning to the city. If it weren't for such an absurd reason, I'd like to take two days off to see it burned down before I go.

Under Zhang Shan's impatient gaze, the car finally started and they slowly drove down the mountain. Lying in the last row of the bus, I was filled with a million thoughts: What had happened in the past two days, I could not refute with a scientific point of view. Was there really a ghost in this world? Or was it all my dream?

He looked at the paper that Zhao Youde and I had made up in our hands. I had to acquiesce to this reality — the ghost, in everyone's mind, in their mind, even in their actions. Just as the Old Master Zhang had said, if everyone was kind and upright, their souls would also be strong enough to suppress the Nightmare all along. The devil in his mind would never rise above the masses.

In short, no matter where you are from, you must not approach the funeral home out of curiosity. More importantly, he had to be a kind-hearted and kind-hearted person.

However, two months later, I was still the one who came looking for him.