C17 (1/2)
He had to think of a foolproof plan before he could return. Otherwise, he might not be able to make it back in time.
Next to the stage was the old age center, the chess room. Early the next morning, the sound of the mahjong woke me up.
Since I wasn't covered with a blanket, I felt a little cold and shrunk my nose. He walked to the chess room at the side and looked at the old men, speechless. He had been exercising since morning, what was the point of playing mahjong?!
When I finished complaining and saw the sun in the sky, my legs went limp. He scrambled onto the motorcycle and untied the bag containing the three dead bodies. After that, he ran to the foot of the stage. The nearby residents had piled up the corpse, making it very gloomy. If he were to place it here, it would not be corroded by the yang energy.
After putting the sacks away, I walked into the streets of the town and bought some soup dumplings from a bun house. Then he sat down and thought about how he could send the ghosts from the Ghost Village on their way.
But I can't think of any good way. I might as well walk around and look for inspiration.
I walked around the town and stopped in front of a paper money shop, not because I had found any inspiration, but because I was a relative of the shop. I also need to repair my equipment. I thought for a moment. I need to carry the pen and ink, as well as the yellow paper.
He walked into the store and bought some supplies.
When he saw a young man buying these things, he curiously asked, ”Usually, old people of your age are the ones who come to buy these things. Why do you young people believe in ghosts?”
”Yes.” I went back, since I had nothing better to do, so I sat down in the shop and chatted with the boss.
The boss stared into my eyes for a while before saying, ”Do you really believe me? The young people these days have only been studying for a few years and have already thrown away all the legacies left behind by our ancestors? Sometimes, I really want to catch one and beat them up.”
”Haha, calm down. It's an era of science and technology.”
The shop owner took a child and placed him to the side before continuing to stab him.
”Boss, will these boys and girls cause trouble at night?” I asked.
”What kind of trouble?” The boss asked me if I understood. It was obvious that he wanted to test my understanding.
”You did seven orifices for them. Although these are tied with paper, ordinary wandering ghosts don't know. They thought that a person who lost his soul would attach it to his body and cause trouble for you at night!”
The boss gave me a thumbs up. ”It looks like not only you believe in ghosts, you're also an expert!”
”I'm not an expert. It's just that reading books is useless. I have inherited my grandfather's method, so I'm just asking for a bite to eat.” I went back.
The boss nodded, ”I'm the same as you. I inherited my father's culinary skills and am here to beg for a meal.” But in our line of work, there's a rule that we close at exactly eight in the evening, so you ask me if they made a scene at night, and I don't know. It's just that sometimes in the morning when they open the door, their positions change. ”
”Then it will cause trouble and you won't be here tonight. However, some people who don't understand this paper will think that after burning it down to their ancestors, there will be a boy and a girl serving them. However, we also know that they are just a few bamboo sticks and a few pieces of paper.
The boss smiled, ”You are not entirely right. These paper men are not just burning pictures to look good, this is what they are doing now.” Long ago, rich people used to die with the living, but later on people thought it was too cruel. Instead, we use paper men, but these paper men are covered with the hair of little boys and little girls. After burning them, there will really be children accompanying the dead! ”
”Who would let their own children tie their hair to the paper man to burn! This will cost you your lifespan! ”
In the past, poor people couldn't even eat, so how could they care about such things?” ”It's just that it's slowly getting more inhumane, and everyone's living conditions are getting better. Parents, unless they really have no other choice, wouldn't hurt their children, so gradually they just burn paper and act like they don't have to tie their hair anymore.” The owner laughed, ”So this paper man was originally used as a substitute. When I was a kid, did I ever see a paper man as a double? It can even be used as a substitute!
”You entered the civilized society when you were young, and you still use a paper man as a substitute to harm people?” I curiously asked. I just entered the sect, so I don't understand many things. It would be helpful for me to listen to some of senior's deeds.