Starting from the folklore forum, making up town objects

Chapter 57 Preparation
Early in the morning, Li Sanqi woke up.

Maybe because he slept late yesterday, Li Sanqi felt all kinds of aches and pains all over his body when he woke up in the morning.

"Hiss~ He's too old to be useful!"

Li Sanqi was rubbing the sore parts of his body and was about to go out to wash up when his eyes swept across the incense burner where the incense was inserted last night.

There were three incense sticks, two of them were burned out, and only the middle one remained standing in the incense burner.

Li Sanqi walked over.

"Why is it destroyed?"

Looking at the burnt tip of the longest incense stick, Li Sanqi frowned and looked up at the window that was not closed when he slept.

If it is a candle, it may be blown out by the wind, but will it smell good?
how is this possible.

While wondering, Li Sanqi remembered why he burned those incense sticks, and his expression changed immediately.

"No... No way, Li Dazhu really came to see me?"

Li Sanqi was panicked. He gritted his teeth and ran out without caring about the pain in his back.

Li Guifang was making breakfast. When she saw Li Sanqi running out in a hurry, she immediately shouted:

"Where are you going? You don't want to eat!"

Not getting a response, Li Guifang returned to the kitchen angrily.

She had long been accustomed to Li Sanqi's irrationality, but she couldn't help but confront him every time.

Just go ahead and confront her. After that, Li Sanqi will soon act as if nothing happened, but she will be angry for a long time.

With a sigh, Li Guifang sat down in front of the wood stove in the kitchen and looked at the fire in the stove.

Although her family is well off and her children have bought houses in the city, Li Guifang doesn't like to use high-tech cookers like induction cookers every time she cooks. She prefers the wood stove she has used since she was a child.

In Li Guifang's eyes, this kind of stove makes the food smell delicious no matter whether it is used for cooking or making dishes.

Of course, there is another reason for using a wood stove, which is that Li Sanqi has to chop wood.

She could chop, but she didn't.

If we don't find something for Li Sanqi to do, who knows what he will come up with.

It was because she had a good personality, otherwise, with a weird and weird old partner like Li Sanqi, the old sisters in the village would have stopped sitting with her and gossiping.

Thinking of this, Li Guifang remembered the Li Dazhu family she mentioned when chatting with her old sisters yesterday.

That family died in a very tragic way.

She had clearly given them a cooked chicken before, but the person was gone in the blink of an eye. Now she doesn’t even know to whom to return the porcelain pot containing the chicken.

"Hey……"

Yesterday, in fact, several old sisters said that Li Dazhui's family was possessed by evil spirits, and suggested that Li Sanqi should be asked to take a look at Li Dazhui, and maybe this problem would not have happened.

At that time, Li Guifang did not respond because she knew that Li Sanqi had already shown it to Li Dazhui.

Suddenly, Li Guifang remembered the abnormality of Li Sanqi last night and this morning.

I was shocked.

Could it be that the evil spirit that harmed Li Dazhu's family has come again to harm Li Sanqi?
Thinking of this, Li Guifang felt extremely panicked.

"I told you not to talk nonsense, but now you've brought trouble upon yourself, haven't you?"

Li Guifang was a little anxious, but there was no point in being anxious.

Although Li Sanqi is not very capable, he is the only one in the nearby villages who can really predict people's future and succeed. If you really want to find someone else, they may not be as capable as Li Sanqi.

Just after Li Guifang had been worried for the whole morning, Li Sanqi came back at noon.

Also brought back was a whole tricycle of stuff.

The tricycle is a human-powered tricycle. The cargo bed is not very big, but it can still fit a large refrigerator at home.

Now, Li Sanqi's truck bed is filled with stuff.

"Where have you been? Where did the car come from? What are these?"

Li Guifang asked three questions in a row, but Li Sanqi didn't answer any of them.

"Don't ask, close the door, I have something to do."

"doing what?"

Li Guifang closed the door and looked at Li Sanqi and asked, "Don't worry about it... Oh, go find someone to buy three... No, five big roosters, the kind that are full of energy and vitality!"

As Li Sanqi spoke, he struggled to carry down a stone pillar weighing several dozen kilograms from the car.

Li Guifen looked at the stone pillar with a rooster carved on it, her face full of confusion.

"You don't have to buy five chickens if you want to eat them. Besides, you have to eat old hens to replenish your body!"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you don't want me to die, then go!"

Li Sanqi shouted angrily.

Frightened Li Guifang turned and walked away muttering something.

After seeing Li Guifang leave, Li Sanqi continued to take things from the tricycle.

Yellow paper, cinnabar pen, inkwell, butcher knife, peach wood sword... After taking out the things, Li Sanqi started to get busy.

When Li Guifang came back carrying five big roosters, she saw that the table in the yard that was originally used for eating was full of things.

There were paper ingots, paper-cut figures, willow branches tied with red ropes, half-ground ink, and other objects such as swords, inkstones, etc. placed on the ground.

Li Guifang was also a little panicked at this time.

"Old Li, what happened?"

"Don't worry about it. Keep one chicken. Cut off the combs of the others, grind them up and take them out. Keep the blood as well."

Li Sanqi still didn't tell Li Guifang about the matter, but just told Li Guifang to do things.

Li Guifang, who had already guessed something, did not ask any more questions and went into the kitchen obediently to prepare the chicken.

Soon, the meat sauce and chicken blood made from cockscombs were served.

Li Sanqi put down the work in his hands, picked up a small brush and handed it to Li Guifang.

"See that stone pillar? Take this brush, dip it in the chicken comb blood, and brush the chicken on that pillar. Remember not to brush other places, just the chicken."

After Li Sanqi finished speaking, he took the big bowl of chicken blood, walked to the table, and began to pour the blood into the inkstone on the table, grinding it as he poured.

After finishing, he took out the inkstone and poured the chicken blood ink into it.

As soon as Li Guifang finished brushing the blood, she was called over by Li Sanqi who was holding an ink fountain and started drawing lines on the walls, doors and other places in the room.

Li Guifang looked at the door and wall that were covered with ugly lines and was hesitant to speak.

This work lasted for half an hour before it was finished, and most of the energy was used up.

"Okay, you know how to fold gold ingots, right? Go and fold that stack of gold paper into gold ingots. You can fold as many as you can."

After Li Sanqi gave the instructions, he poured a packet of cinnabar into the chicken blood ink. After mixing, he began to use a pen dipped in the mixture to scribble on a piece of yellow paper while comparing it with the photo on his phone.

He didn't care whether the painting looked realistic or not, and he drew thirty or forty pictures in a row, and only stopped when he had used up all the chicken blood cinnabar ink.

While the talisman paper was drying, Li Sanqi tied the willow branches to the door and windows with red thread.

Afterwards, he carried the peach wood sword and the butcher knife into the room, placed them in place, and pasted the talisman paper on them.

Afterwards, he hung the three half-finished paper-cuts above the incense burner for smoking. He only breathed a sigh of relief after finishing all this work.

Wiping the sweat off his head, Li Sanqi held his waist and sat on the chair.

Looking at the things filling the room, he felt a little relieved.

What he did today were some sneaky defensive tactics he saw in other posts on the forum.

Last night, he had a private chat with "Tiancan Dique", but did not mention that something had happened. After all, in the forum, he blamed himself for Li Dazhu's incident.

Even though he felt like something was haunted, he did not reveal his identity as a fake under the guise of a big boss.

Face is more important than life!
So he just asked if there would be any side effects of the mourning stick.

But it is obvious that "Tiancan Dique" does not know what side effects and taboos the mourning stick will have.

In this way, Li Sanqi could only find a way on his own, and then he ended up with this room full of things.

"If there really are ghosts in this world, and if the mourning stick has an effect, then these things must also be useful!"

Li Sanqi comforted himself in this way.

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(End of this chapter)