blood fox

Chapter 19

Ling Yuan was very active and told me to go to the gold shop to solve the problem of the gold shop owner that night, and Hu Sanniang sent a bunch of things over during dinner.

Gold leaf paper money, joss stick offerings, all should be a lot.

There is also a big black umbrella, I don't know what to do.

When I came, Hu Sanniang brought me chicken soup in an insulated box.

The chicken soup is bright yellow and bright, without any oily star, it is fresh, sweet and delicious.

I brought Ling Yuan roast chicken, roast chicken, white-cut chicken, fried chicken, crispy salt chicken...

Under Zhou Ya's suspicious eyes, Hu Sanniang carefully and respectfully placed the chickens on the folding table she brought.

After finishing the arrangement, he knelt down respectfully, clasped his hands together, raised them above his head, and bowed three times to Ling Yuan.

Only then did Zhou Ya pull the confused Zhou Ya out of the ward.

I drank the chicken soup and looked at the chicken that was almost left on the table.

It is estimated that Hu Sanniang killed a lot of chickens fed in the chicken shed.

"It's too oily, you can't eat it." Ling Yuan glanced at me.

But just when I thought he would eat, he walked to the window lightly and looked out.

For a moment, the ward was silent again, which seemed a little strange.

I drank the chicken soup and turned my head to ask Ling Yuan how to deal with the ghost of the boss of the gold shop.

But when I turned my head, I found that the faces of Ling Yuan and me were reflected on the window in the night.

He didn't look far away, but looked down at my shadow in the window...

Seeing me looking over, Ling Yuan lowered his eyes, turned to look at me and said: "It's getting dark, after drinking the soup, we can set off."

I dare not ask if he was looking at me just now.

Quickly finished the chicken soup in two or three gulps, and then ate Zhou's pile of medicine.

I had a blood transfusion, and I still had some rejection reactions, so I had many bruises on my body. When I raised my hand, Ling Yuan looked at my wrist, and then turned his head away again.

When I went out, I realized that the black umbrella was for me, but not entirely for me.

Even if Ling Yuan came out, he was still a ghost. Even if he went out at night, it was best to use an umbrella to cover him.

Although I was the only one who went to the gold shop, Ling Yuan was there, so Hu Sanniang drove us off in person.

In the car, Ling Yuan confessed to me: "You were brought up by Li Chun, you should know that you have to pick up ghosts from the intersection."

"Hu Sanniang brought you two tributes, you put one at the intersection, then light incense and burn paper, and burn paper all the way to the gold shop, calling the boss's name and birthday."

What Ling Yuan said, I probably did it with my grandma in my hometown, and I know the general steps.

But I don't know the name and date of birth of the owner of the gold shop!

"I will help you open the gold shop. In order to prevent the yang energy of passers-by from rushing, I will close the door after you go in." Ling Yuan reached out to Hu Sanniang in front of him.

Hu Sanniang quickly handed over a briefcase from the co-pilot.

When I saw her driving, I was about to lean over to pick it up, but Ling Yuan stretched out his long hand, took it and handed it to me: "Here is the information of the owner of the gold shop. Take a look and remember his name and date of birth."

It's pretty well prepared.

I took a quick look at it, remembering the name and date of birth. I felt that the information was quite thick, so I flipped through it.

However, it was discovered that the boss had a lot of criminal records. There were six cases of exchanging alluvial gold for real gold in the records alone, and various other tricks.

The old street is very close to the hospital, and Hu Sanniang has already driven the car to the intersection of the old street.

But Ling Yuan didn't remind me, but waited for me to read it.

Then I said in a deep voice: "He was destined to be greedy for gold, so he died of gold. Although he died because of you, it cannot be attributed to you. You are just an inducement. After all, his own fate has come and he has too many karma."

I looked at the thick stack of documents, Ling Yuan deliberately asked Hu Sanniang to organize the documents so completely in order to reduce my guilt.

"Thank you." I put away the documents, picked up the sacrificial backpack, and took the black umbrella in my hand.

After thinking for a while, he said to Ling Yuan: "Then what should I do after I enter the gold shop?"

"Place offerings, light incense candles, and keep burning the paper. Before he fully realizes that he is dead and has no resentment, let him receive your incense, so that he will not be able to find you again in the future. You will keep burning until dawn, He will cancel it with you." After Ling Yuan finished speaking, he looked at me again.

This is the best result.

I swallowed my saliva: "Then what if he doesn't receive incense?"

After a person dies, he will not realize that he is dead for the first few days, and he will still walk around according to his habits during his lifetime, or go where he wants to go, or meet the people he wants to see.

This is why, after the death of a loved one, many people will dream about it in their dreams, or obviously feel it.

But if the resentment is heavy, you will always linger in the place where you just died, and remember how you died.

I have only seen photos of the owner of the gold shop being hooped in a gold hoop. Officer Ding did not tell me the details of how he died.

"If he doesn't receive incense..." Ling Yuan hooked his slightly white lips, and said in a deep voice, "Leave the rest to me."

For some reason, there was a bit of coldness in his words.

Hu Sanniang, who was driving in front, sat upright in an instant, and even the pair of fox ears stood upright.

Ling Yuan didn't go into details, but he assured me that I wouldn't ask any further questions.

Get out of the car and hold an umbrella, carefully covering Ling Yuan's body, and walk with him.

The intersection of the old street is narrow, so Hu Sanniang drove away.

There was no one in the old street now, so I held an umbrella under my neck and found a useless concrete telephone pole near the intersection, preparing to squat down.

But looking at Ling Yuan, who stood tall and tall, like a figure painted in ink...

If I squat down, the umbrella will come down too, and it won't be able to cover Ling Yuan.

He is like this, squatting with me at such a dirty intersection, it feels really blasphemy again.

So I glanced at it twice, and was planning to say this question in a tactful manner.

Ling Yuan took the handle of the umbrella and stood aside.

Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief, and squatted down to arrange the offerings and plug in the incense burner.

Then burn a circle of paper first, and read the name and birth date of the owner of the gold shop.

After a while, the burning paper seemed to be blown by the wind and swirled around the fire, which proved that the owner of the gold shop had come.

I burned it for a while, then picked up the backpack, and according to what Ling Yuan said, I burned paper money all the way to lure the ghost of the gold shop owner into it.

When we got to the entrance of the gold shop, the cordon here hadn't been removed yet.

I was burning paper at the door, and with a wave of Ling Yuan's hand, the rolling gate of the gold store opened a little without a sound.

Quickly ordered two handfuls of paper at the door, I bent down to go in, turned around the counter and went inside.

Burn a pile of paper money, and arrange the incense candles and offerings as quickly as possible while the fire is still alive.

Then he read his name while burning the paper, imitating grandma, and said some auspicious words, so that he could leave with peace of mind.

Ling Yuan held an umbrella and stood against the wall.

But the strange thing is that the burning keeps burning, and the paper money is no longer like the wind blowing around at the intersection.

On the contrary, the more it burns, the lower the flame.

The paper money is really gray and white when it is burned. I burned it all the way, and it was fine.

But after entering the gold shop, the paper money burned is that kind of black.

I felt vaguely bad, and hurriedly tore the paper money apart, almost burning them one by one.

But it was still useless, the more it burned, the darker it was, as if it had been soaked in water.

It was burning, and when the paper money was thrown on fire, drops of blood began to ooze from it.

At first I thought it was my nosebleed, and while tearing up the paper, I turned my hand to touch my nose, but it didn't flow.

But in the burning paper money fire, there was still blood dripping down drop by drop.

(End of this chapter)