blood fox

Chapter 20

I watched drops of blood dripping onto the burning paper money.

I was so frightened that the paper sent to the fire trembled a little.

When I had an accident before, I would have nightmares and see those who died.

So my grandma would take me to burn paper and read some words every time.

At that time, although I knew there were some secrets in me, I always told myself that these superstitious things were unreliable out of inner evasion, so I chose to call the police every time.

As of now, I have to believe it.

Still shaking his hands, he put the paper money one by one in the fire.

But the more it burned, the more blood dripped from it, the smaller the fire, and the pile of paper money began to faintly show signs of dying out.

The blood dripped on the paper money. At first, it was just black and ash oozing slightly red. Later, the paper money failed to burn, and circles of blood can be clearly seen seeping on the thin paper money.

I don't know how the owner of the gold shop died, let alone why the blood dripped from above, but I still dare not look up.

Afraid of meeting eyes with ghosts.

If you meet your eyes, you will be remembered, which is very troublesome.

So I saw the pile of paper money that was so wet and blackened that it looked like it was being burned in water. It was obvious that if I threw paper money into it, it would not burn.

I had to be careful, before tearing off the paper money and throwing it into the fire, I turned my wrist, lit it on the burning white candle, and threw it into the pile of paper money.

In this way, it does not need to be ignited in the blood-soaked pile of paper money. Instead, it will be ignited when it is thrown down, so the paper money will burn well again after two strokes.

It's a pity that after a few photos were lit, the burning white candle began to shake from side to side, and the flame seemed to be flickering.

The incense burning next to it was extinguished as soon as the ashes fell off.

When the incense ash fell, I was reaching out to touch the paper money beside the white candle.

The incense ash landed on the back of my hand, causing my hand to shrink instinctively.

The paper money in his hand was drawn across the candle wick, and the white candle, which was about to go out, went out immediately.

I knew in my heart that this was my refusal to accept the incense, but I still hurriedly threw the paper money in my hand into it while the fire in the paper pile was still alive.

But this bloody water is no longer falling drop by drop, but like a thin stream of water, sizzling downwards.

I quickly tore up the paper money and threw it into the fire, but it was useless, the fire was extinguished by the blood.

Quickly thinking in my mind, has grandma ever encountered this kind of situation before, and should I ignite it immediately.

The hand that was still mechanically tearing up the paper money was grabbed.

Ling Yuan's cool and jade-like fingers brushed over the place where I was scalded by incense ash, and lightly rubbed it twice.

When the incense ash fell, it was still a little hot, and two blisters would form, which were filled with water and turned white.

Touched by Ling Yuan, it still hurts a little, but it's nothing.

"He doesn't want to accept it, do you want to start again now?" I froze my hands, and glanced at the blood that was still dripping down: "Why don't you lend me your umbrella for a while?"

If the blood does not drip down, the paper will burn.

The boss wasn't strangled to death with a gold collar, and he didn't strangle the wound like Yang Hui did. How could there be so much blood flowing down?

And still on the ceiling?

My doubts became more and more serious, but I stiffened my neck and dared not look up.

"He doesn't get incensed." Ling Yuan stroked the burn on my hand.

Standing up slowly, he said in a deep voice, "I said before, if he refuses to accept it, leave it to me."

"Close your eyes." Ling Yuan lowered his head and looked at me: "No matter what you hear, don't open your eyes. I told you to burn paper, just burn paper, understand?"

I nodded, thinking that he might have something that people can't see.

He quickly closed his eyes, flipped his fingers over, tore a few pieces of paper money and put them between his fingers for later use.

I vaguely heard the bell of the golden collar ringing, followed by a sound of wind that seemed to "huh" in my ear.

Then something fell down with a "bang", and I even felt that the wet paper money was blown into my hands.

Immediately, a scream like killing a pig rose, but it was only halfway through, as if being choked by the throat, all the sound was swallowed back.

I felt like there was sticky bloody paper on my hands, and my eyes jumped.

He heard Ling Yuan say softly: "Don't open your eyes."

Then there seemed to be another muffled sound like killing a pig.

"Why did you die? You didn't know it before you arrived at the Hall of Yama. But she kindly offered you incense to explain cause and effect, but you didn't accept it? Don't blame me for not even giving you the chance to go to the Hall of Yama!" Ling Yuan's tone was still calm.

But every word was full of murderous intent, even I could not help but shudder when I heard it.

"If you have received the incense, I will kindly send you straight to the Yan Luo Hall, so that you will not suffer from the pain of the endless yellow sand blowing the Yin body in the Yellow Spring. When you arrive at the Yan Luo Hall, you will naturally know why you died." Ling Yuanfu He snorted again.

The voice of the butcher snorted again, and seemed to be saying something vaguely.

"Then eat." Ling Yuan sighed again.

Following the ringing of the bell on the golden collar, Ling Yuan whispered to me: "You can burn the paper, but don't open your eyes."

I don't know why I can't open my eyes, but I do what he says.

He vaguely knew in his heart that this was because he didn't want to accept the incense, and Ling Yuan forced him to accept it.

And hearing those muffled hums that had just been uttered and then suffocated again, I'm afraid it's not just words, it's as simple as that.

It turns out that Ling Yuan said to leave it to him, that's it.

Just when I threw the paper money into the original fire pile based on my feeling, the fire pile that had been extinguished was actually on fire.

My hands were instantly on fire, and I quickly threw the paper money in, and then tore the paper quickly.

Ling Yuan seemed to sigh lightly, and the bell rang again, followed by a muffled hum.

Then he said to me: "You can open your eyes."

I thought I would burn my eyes shut until dawn, but I didn't expect to be able to open them now.

However, he opened the paper carefully and took a look, only to find that the incense candles that had been extinguished had been lit again. In the pile of paper money, the paper money that had been drenched black and wet with blood had ignited by itself, burning white and bright. through.

There was nothing too terrifying and bloody, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Burn it." Ling Yuan held the umbrella and turned to the side, leaning against the wall again, closing his eyes slightly, as if he didn't look at me anymore.

I knew it was all thanks to his help this time, and I couldn't help thinking that before, every time I burned paper to the end, I fell asleep drowsily in the light of the fire.

Grandma called me every time the fire was over, and said it was all right.

I'm afraid that every time I burn paper, there will be another battle that I don't know about.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and while burning the paper, I glanced at the joss stick, if it was almost burnt out, I had to change it.

While thinking about the relationship between grandma and Ling Yuan.

They obviously know each other well.

But grandma has lived in the village to this age, and everyone in her ancestors knows clearly that she has never even been out of town, so how could she have any contact with Ling Yuan?
But if there is no connection, Ling Yuan created a blood debt like Qianhu Tomb, causing Yun Miao to be reincarnated, why was she brought up by her grandma?
This kind of thing was all over his head, and before he knew it, a large backpack of paper burned until dawn.

Outside, there were faint footsteps of people selling vegetables in the morning market.

I waited until the last bit of paper was burned before getting ready to get up.

But when I got up, because I had been squatting for a long time, although I moved my body from time to time, when I got up suddenly, my body, which had just lost too much blood, lacked energy and blood, and my body shook.

Hastily and instinctively reached out to support the counter next to him.

But as soon as I stretched out my hand, a cool palm firmly supported my hand.

(End of this chapter)