pussy is bad

Chapter 129
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man almost fell, and the two men hurriedly supported him.

"Master Dao, you have to explain clearly what you mean by preparing for a funeral!" The one with the sharper chin among the two men said a little dissatisfied.

The other man also looked at the old man with some displeasure.

When the old man said this directly, it was easy to make people anxious.

But the old man didn't take it seriously and said, "You don't understand what I mean."

"Then what do you mean?" said the sharp-jawed man.

"If you still want to save this child, just listen to me and hold a funeral. If you don't want to save this child, don't listen to me and leave here." The old man said.

Hearing this, the two men and the middle-aged man who was already in grief were startled, even I was also taken aback.

The old man who dares to let people prepare for the funeral does not mean that this man cannot be saved, but that the funeral can save him!

But... How can a funeral save someone?
"Master Taoist, are you saying that the funeral can save my son?" The middle-aged man came back to his senses and asked the old man.

"Stop talking nonsense, go down the mountain and prepare for the funeral. If the funeral is not ready before midnight tonight, the fake funeral will become a real one. After the funeral is ready, come to me at midnight tonight." The old man said with a straight face .

The middle-aged man and the two men looked at each other, still hesitating.

"Why, old man, I have driven away so many evils and eliminated so many disasters for your village, why don't you trust me?" the old man said.

Only then did the middle-aged man become firm, and respectfully said to the old man, "I'll go down the mountain to prepare for the funeral as the Taoist priest said."

The old man nodded.

Immediately, the two men carried the boy and the middle-aged man down the mountain quickly.

I looked at the old man suspiciously, and asked, "Master, what's the matter with this boy, can a funeral help him?"

But he just smiled at me and said, "If you go with me tonight, you will know what's going on. We continued to eat noodles. After such a delay, the noodles were cold."

After speaking, he sat back at the table and continued to eat the almost mushy noodles.

I looked at him puzzled, the more I thought about it, the more I didn't understand.

But this old man is unusual, he shouldn't be messing around, and just as he said, I'll know what's going on with that boy tonight.

Then I sat back at the table and continued to eat noodles.

Afterwards, apart from the incident in the morning, there was nothing worth mentioning during the day. Anyway, I just fed the chickens, chopped firewood, drank tea, tidied up the vegetable garden and cleaned the house, um, like a handyman.

Besides, I didn't feel any changes in my body after absorbing the corpse's breath last night, everything was as usual.

I waited until the evening when I had dinner with the old man, and after I washed the dishes, the middle-aged man from the morning came over.

He said that the mourning hall for the funeral had been set up and the coffin was ready, so he asked the old man to come down the mountain with him.

"Well, after all, he is his own son, and he moved quite quickly," the old man nodded and said, "But wait for me a while, I have to prepare something."

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The old man left the main room to prepare things, while I stayed in the main room to entertain the middle-aged man.

About a quarter of an hour later, the old man came out with a erotic cloth bag on his back. The cloth bag was bulging, presumably it contained all the items to be used this time.

"Let's go." The old man greeted me and said to the middle-aged man.

Naturally, the middle-aged man didn't dare to hesitate, he walked ahead and led us down the mountain. It didn't take long to arrive at the village at the foot of the mountain, and then he led us to a two-story wooden building on the west side of the village.

At this moment, people from the stockade gathered inside and outside the wooden building. The main room on the first floor of the wooden building has been arranged like a mourning hall, and the white mourning flags and wreaths are particularly eye-catching.

In the middle of the mourning hall stood a black coffin that had not yet been closed, and the boy was lying quietly in it, as if he was dead.

The people in the village were quite skeptical about how to exorcise evil spirits during funerals, and they were chattering about it at this moment, but most of them were in Miao language, which I couldn't understand.

The old man suddenly frowned, and said to the middle-aged man: "There is a lot of noise inside and out, and there is no crying. Is this what a funeral looks like?"

The middle-aged man understood, and quickly calmed down the others, and asked them to stand on both sides of the mourning hall, and at the same time told his family members who should burn money, who should cry, and this is the real funeral. look.

"Later, no matter what happens, everyone, don't panic, keep quiet, otherwise, you will not be able to pay the responsibility for letting this boy ascend to heaven." The old man glanced at the others and said seriously.

The old man's words were clearly implying that something strange would happen later, maybe some evil spirit would come, so everyone nodded.

Immediately the old man just pulled me aside and stood with him, watching the boy's family cry.

At this time, my curiosity has risen to the peak, and I want to see how the old man saved the life of a boy who was possessed by an evil spirit through this funeral.

However, after waiting for a long time, the old man did not move, and there was nothing unusual in the mourning hall, and no evil spirits came over. The boy's family members were tired from crying, and many people from the village also left.

However, just as midnight approached, a chilly wind suddenly blew in from the open door, and the ashes from the burnt paper were scattered in all directions. All the candles in the mourning hall were also extinguished, and the surroundings suddenly became dark. !
My pupils shrank, something was coming.

Others, including the boy's family, were naturally aware of this, and they all held their breath, not daring to make any noise.

But at this moment, the old man moved, jumped to the side of the coffin, and then quickly bit his left middle finger, and pressed the blood gushing out of his fingertips heavily on the forehead of the boy in the coffin, and then, with the fastest speed, Du opened his bag, took out a yellow talisman, held the yellow talisman between his two fingers and recited a spell silently, then slapped the yellow talisman on the boy's forehead, and then flung it back.

The next moment, a gust of cold wind blew in again, and then I saw a shadow in front of the door.

This shadow is very tall, at least three meters high. The head is wrapped in a large black robe, and the face is wearing a white mask. There are two blush dots on both sides of the mask's cheeks, and hair that is at least five or six long is dragging behind its head. !

This is undoubtedly a ghost, but it's the first time I've seen this kind of appearance, and it feels very eerie and terrifying to me.

"The Faceless Ghost's Soul Picking is exactly as I expected." The old man said in a low voice.

(End of this chapter)