After my grandmother called me home in my dream, my spiritual energy revived

Chapter 41 Lonely Ghost
Song Miaozhu and Zhao Mumu did not disturb him, but just stood quietly behind him.

When he finished carving the hut and was about to take the little doll and put it in the house.

Zhao Mumu took a step forward and struck the old man on the back of the neck with a knife.

The old man collapsed in a second, and Zhao Mumu stepped forward in time to support him.

At the same time, Song Miaozhu pulled the puppet away with a cane: "Get out!"

The ghost in the doll had not felt such a pain that penetrated its soul for a long time since its death, and knew that it had met a tough opponent.

Looking at the old man with a bad look, who was the only one who could save him, he had been dragged out by another girl.

He didn't know what the situation was like outside.

He was thinking about the situation, but Song Miaozhu didn't have that patience. She immediately lowered the vine into the water:

"If you don't come out, it won't just be a pain."

The ghost shuddered and immediately knelt on the ground:

"Master, please spare me! Master, please spare me! I didn't mean to hurt anyone! It was that old man who got the wrong person!"

Zhao Mumu came back and whispered in Song Miaozhu's ear, "I left my master in the sun."

Song Miaozhu nodded and said to the ghost, "Did you hear that? Don't even think about going to Grandpa Zhao again. Tell me the truth, how did you leave the graveyard and why did you follow Grandpa Zhao!"
You should know that if you leave the tomb without permission, you will gain freedom, but you will also lose the protection of the underworld. Even if I beat you to death, no one will be able to find me!"

"I said! I said!"

This girl looks gentle, but her words are more ruthless than those of the demon executioners in hell.

The ghost was so frightened that he spilled the beans and told the whole story:

"I am from Taoshuling Village in the upper reaches of Xiaoli River. My name is Zhu Dagui. I died 25 years ago.

If you don’t believe me, go ask around in the village now, someone will definitely know me!

I am also a person with a miserable life. I raised children all my life, but when one of them died, they no longer cared about me.

A few years ago, the mountain where I was originally buried was to be developed into a scenic spot, so all the graves were moved to a cemetery.

The descendants of other Japanese devils bought plots of land for their graves, but mine was left unattended in the columbarium of the cemetery.

The columbarium is the columbarium, as it is a place to stay. However, in the past two years, the columbarium has been unable to accommodate the ashes, and a batch of unattended ashes are cleared out every once in a while.

I just became a lonely ghost.

If it weren't for the fact that some changes seemed to have taken place in the world of the living during this period, and I had been hiding in the dark during the day, the damage to the yang energy would not have been so great, I would have died long ago.

A few days ago, when this old man went to the cemetery to pay homage, I saw that he was paying homage to an empty grave with no ghosts, so I went to grab some gold ingots. But he seemed to see me and asked me to take more.

I thought that finally there was someone who could see me, so I asked him to burn a paper tomb for me so that I could go back to the underworld.

It turned out that he had poor eyesight and mistook me for his wife, so he made a female doll for me.

This doll is really a bit different. As long as I am not exposed to direct sunlight inside, I will not be harmed by the yang energy. It also has a slight effect of nourishing the soul and body, which is similar to the effect of a paper tomb.

I just want him to burn or bury this doll so I can rest in peace.

Unexpectedly, he not only had poor eyesight, but also poor hearing, and he built a wooden house for me.

What's the point of that woodcarving house? It has a strange aura, I can't live in it at all..." The ghost said more and more aggrieved: "I really didn't mean to harm him. Being a wandering ghost is too miserable. I can't live without him... And when he was making woodcarvings, I couldn't get close to him at all!"

Song Miaozhu sneered after hearing this: "Do you think that just because I'm a living person, I don't know the rules of the underworld?

Need I remind you? You've only lost your grave, not your place of residence. Your registration in the underworld is still there, right?
You still don't tell the truth, it seems you want to try my cane."

After Song Miaozhu finished speaking, she raised her hand and was about to hit him.

Zhu Dagui didn't expect that she even knew this. His last bit of hope was gone, and he kowtowed quickly:

"Don't hit me, don't hit me! I saw that he could see me and hear a little bit of my voice, so I wanted to trick him into burning more paper for me..."

Seeing Song Miaozhu taking a half step closer with the cane in her hand, he immediately added:
"...I also wanted him to burn a paper tomb for me. Everything else I said is true!
The lonely ghosts who have no tombs and no descendants to worship them have no money and no place to stay, so they can only wander in the underworld every day. Their lives are too miserable. It is because of the pressure of life that they become greedy. They definitely did not want to harm him!

If you know about the underworld, you must know that once you register your residence, your every move will be under the control of the underworld.

If you intentionally harm people in the world of the living, not only will your good deeds be deducted and your life span in the underworld be shortened, you will also be punished in hell. I don’t have much life span in the underworld to begin with, so I definitely wouldn’t dare to do that!

I promise, as soon as it gets dark, I will go back to the underworld and never come back! Master, please let me go!"

"Just stay still for now!"

Song Miaozhu didn't pull it out after all.

Whether it was because Grandpa Zhao gathered spiritual energy when he was making wood carvings and he couldn't hurt anyone, or because he didn't dare to do so because of the rules of the underworld, he had to ask Grandpa Zhao first.

Especially since the old man still thinks that this ghost is his partner!

It was broad daylight, so there was no need to worry that the ghost would run away. Song Miaozhu pulled Zhao Mumu outside the house.

"Miaozhu! What's going on? What did the ghost say?" Zhao Mumu just watched Song Miaozhu talking to a puppet alone, and felt a chill in the room.

Song Miaozhu told her the whole story.

After hearing this, Zhao Mumu was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth for a long time: "There really is a ghost..."

"Didn't you even invite the abbot of the Jokhang Temple? I thought you had believed it a long time ago!" said Song Miaozhu.

"Guessing and actually hearing it from you are different!" Zhao Mumu said, "Besides, you don't make money from this. I just hired you on short notice, so you wouldn't make up stories for me..."

Song Miaozhu: “…”

It seems that she even wondered if she was making up a story!

Zhao Mumu wasn't so scared anymore, but more curious and confused:

"Miaozhu! Why did that ghost say that Master's wife's grave was empty? Where is Master's wife? Is there something wrong with her grave?"

"It's not necessarily that there's something wrong with the cemetery. The ghost has gone to reincarnate, so the cemetery is empty." Song Miaozhu said, "I'll go to the cemetery and take a look one day to find out."

"So... Miaozhu, you have always been able to see ghosts?" Zhao Mumu said.

"That's about right!" said Song Miaozhu.

Zhao Mumu saw her expression filled with awe and continued to ask, "From what this ghost said, Master can also see him and hear his voice? I've never heard that Master has this ability before!"
And how could you mistake a male ghost for your master's wife? They look different, and their voices are different too!"

(End of this chapter)