C8

Chapter 8 - Wrestling

Seeing the corpse's eyes open, many people cried out in fear.

Zhang Ande also gasped and instinctively took a step back.

Sang Lan didn't seem to be that afraid. She leaned beside me and whispered to me, "You study medicine as a medical examiner. In your professional jargon, it should be called a nervous system reflex, right?"

I shot her a sidelong glance. "It's also called dying with grievance."

Sang Lan shot a glance at me, and didn't dare say another word.

As the person in charge of managing the village, it was not as if Zhang Ande had never seen a dead person's eyes open before.

At this moment, he was frowning, appearing to be in a difficult position.

After a while, he slowly walked over to the corpse and tried to close its eyes while mumbling the words, "The lights are out, walk well".

However, the moment his hand touched the corpse, the corpse's eyes opened once again!

Almost everyone who saw this scene screamed and retreated.

This time, the corpse not only opened his eyes, but he also glared at Zhang Ande fiercely!

Village Chief Yang and the few elders in the village had seen too much. Noticing that the situation was not right, they all walked over to Zhang Ande and asked him what was going on.

Zhang Ande's brows tightly knitted, and only after a long while did he point at the table that held the portrait:

"No one sent him any messages. He doesn't want to leave."

"This Old Ding is so mean, he has no children, and yet he still wants someone to beat him up?" An old man said angrily.

Zhang Ande shook his head slightly, "I'm afraid it's more than that."

He pondered for a moment, then raised his head and asked, "Do any of you know the full name of Lord Ding?"

Village Chief Yang said, "Ding Fu."

Zhang Ande waved his hand, pointed to the spirit tablet and said: "That should not be his full name."

Only then did the others notice that there was an empty space beneath the word 'Blessed' on the spirit tablet. It looked as if there was a single word missing.

Zhang Ande said to Village Chief Yang and the others: "Lord Ding does have some tricks up his sleeves, with him arranging things like this, there will definitely be people in our village that know his name."

Thinking of that weird dream under the locust tree, the black-faced man, who could not see his appearance clearly, came in. He seemed to be shouting …

"Ding Fushun." I subconsciously blurted out.

"Ding Fushun?"

Zhang Ande was slightly startled, he walked over with large strides, "Little brother, do you know the great name of Lord Ding? Do you know him? "

I shook my head. "No, but. His name should be Ding Fushun. "

Zhang Ande looked at me strangely, but did not say anything else. He walked to the side of the table, hesitated a little, and then added a "Shun" under the "Fu" character on the spirit tablet.

Just as he finished his last stroke, someone exclaimed, "Lord Ding's eyes are closed!"

Zhang Ande was visibly relieved. However, I was stuck in my chest with one breath, making the blockage difficult to bear.

Lord Ding was indeed called Ding Fushun, which meant, that dream was not a coincidence.

He said that I brought a pair of Yin Sha, and he even said that I was about to die.

Zhang Ande started to ask people to burn the incense, but just then, something strange happened again.

Fragrant, I can't light it!

"Why can't I light it up again? "Don't tell me this old mister is innocent?" Sang Lan asked softly.

My mind was a little numb by now, and I tapped my nose and said to her, "I'm innocent."

"What's the matter with you?" Sang Lan asked.

"How do you know the old man's name?" Ji Yayun asked.

I hesitated to speak to these two women. He could not help but recall the words the Lord Ding had said in his dreams.

'One is the Red Cloaked Heretic, while the other is the female descendant who was burned to death. You won't be able to save yourself now that they've entangled you! '

There was no doubt that Ji Yayun was entangled by the red-clothed ghost.

As for Sang Lan …

Seeing that Zhang Ande and the rest were still discussing, I sighed and walked over to point at the clay pots on the table. "Burn the paper first, then burn the incense."

Zhang Ande was slightly startled, he pulled me to the side and said softly: "Little brother, tell me, do you recognize Old Ding? "What the hell is going on?"

"Dreaming."

I am a exorcist, after all, and I know that some things must be said to the fullest extent.

Zhang Ande's eyelids jumped: Who is going to beat him up in Lord Ding?

I looked at the earthenware basin on the table, and again I was conflicted.

This unremarkable earthen basin had its way.

According to the customs, this basin was called the Yin Yang Pot, also called the Sang Pot. This pot was the pot of the dead.

Normally, the one who wrestled with the dead had to be the eldest son and grandson, the closest person to the deceased.

If there were no grandchildren and someone else was the one to fall, then even if this person had nothing to do with the deceased, it would still have to do with the deceased.

Ding Fushun and I are not related to each other, so why would I get close to a dead man?

After all, Zhang Ande was the elder who dealt with matters. After a moment of hesitation, he pulled me to the side of the corpse.

"Little brother, look at Lord Ding's feet."

I couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The dead man wore a pair of cloth shoes with a thousand soles, the tops of which were now bulging.

I knew that the dead man's toenails had grown so big that they had propped up the upper of his shoes.

This was a fake corpse!

Zhang Ande observed his surroundings and said softly: "Little brother, I can tell that you are not an ordinary person. I won't say much more nonsense. I have been friends with Lord Ding for almost twenty years, this old man is not simple at all. There must be a reason why he asked you to give it to him. Even without asking the reason, you should be able to tell that if today's matter is not fulfilled, not only will he become a zombie, but he will also become an evil ghost! "

"You mean, you want me to throw a bucket for him?"

Zhang Ande nodded, "The dead are the big."

"But I have nothing to do with him. I don't even know him." I don't want to be married to a dead man.

Zhang Ande swept a glance at Sang Lan and Ji Yayun, and said in a low voice: "Even though I was just asking a few questions, I can tell that you and your two friends aren't very lucky. I may not be able to help you, but if the Lord Ding was still here, he would definitely be able to help you. "

My heart skipped a beat. "He can use yin and yang?"

Zhang Ande slightly nodded: "When Lord Ding was still alive, he would often talk to me about it. He wanted to find a disciple, and he entrusted this dream to you most likely for this matter. Of course, this is only my guess. The truth is, whether you like it or not, it's up to you. "

Thinking about what happened in the past few days, I turned around and looked at the old man lying on the door board alone. Without hesitating, I gritted my teeth, walked over, took the clay pot from the table, gathered a handful of yellow paper, lit it and threw it in …

The following ceremony was hosted by Zhang Ande and went smoothly.

After everyone had finished worshipping, I picked up the earthen basin, raised it high, and ruthlessly smashed it into the courtyard.

"What's that?" Someone from among the villagers said in a low voice.

It turned out that after the earthen basin was broken, a flat, oily paper package was revealed.

Zhang Ande went over and picked up the oil paper packet, and handed it over to me. "This should be what your master wants to leave for you."

"Master..."

After Zhang Ande asked his men to carry the corpse away, I remembered the purpose of this place.

Thinking about that weird dream, I stepped forward and pulled him back. "Is there a peach orchard behind this? I want to find something. "

Zhang Ande's eyes flashed, and nodded: "Go."

After searching through the entire peach orchard, he finally found a dried up peach that was left with only a piece of fruit inside.

I was in a hurry to lift the ladder and take the peach out of my hand.

When the strange dream was verified, I suddenly thought of something.

Not only did Lord Ding tell me to smash him, he also told me to go to his peach orchard and pick a peach.

It was early next season, and if there were peaches, it would be unusual.

I didn't expect that in this one acre of peach orchard, not only would there be a peach that hadn't fallen yet, it was even an owl peach that had never fallen in the winter.

He was killing a hundred ghosts!

I cut some peach branches in an acre of peach orchard with me. I didn't contact Zhang Xi and drove straight back in the night.

On the way, Sang Lan asked me: "Did you already know that old man?"

"I don't know him."

"If you don't know him, why are you throwing basins at him?" Sang Lan obviously knew a lot about burial customs and practices.

I glanced at her. "What do you mean?"

Why is this girl so nervous?

Sang Lan turned his head slightly, "It's nothing interesting, I just think you're being a little too blabbering. Why did you come all the way here to the countryside to give a funeral to an old man you don't know, and then bring back a few pieces of wood?"

"Why do you think I am doing this?" I was angry.

I finally understood it. Are you blaming me for wasting their time?

But soon I got the fire under control, and in any case the trip was not in vain, and the eight kowtows were done, and there was no need to talk to a woman who was out of tune with her aunt.

A melodious ringtone sounded out.

Sang Lan picked up the phone, and immediately shouted unhappily: "I told you not to look for me, why are you still calling me?"

Frowning, I turned the radio down and lowered the window a crack.

Suddenly, Sang Lan bent down suddenly, and pushed on my arm with all her might, and said anxiously: "There's someone in the river over there!"