Water Ghost!
Sinking corpse!
Zombies!
These three keywords were connected together at this moment, and they were entangled with each other.
Han Bing frowned slightly, but she did not panic. She knew that it was not a big deal for the time being and was still within the scope of being able to solve it.
It could be inferred that the number of corpses should not be many. Otherwise, this water ghost would not have simply stolen the tribute. It would have already started to harm people.
"What exactly happened?"
"Whose child is so wicked?"
"It can't really be a ghost, right?”
Just as everyone in the ancestral hall felt at a loss, Han Bing suddenly opened her mouth and said in a deep voice.
"Everyone, don't panic. Based on my decades of experience, this should be a water ghost.”
Han Bing's bragging was indeed loud, directly attracting the gazes of a group of men, women, old and young.
As soon as he finished speaking, many people turned to look at Han Bing.
"Walk?"
"What is walking?"
"Decades of experience? Bing 'zi, you've only been born for 20 years. Are you bragging to your uncle?”
“....”
This class had disappeared for too long, and not many people knew about it.
Just as everyone was puzzled, an old man walked out shakily with a walking stick. He narrowed his eyes and looked at Han Bing with a suspicious expression.
"Walk?"
Hearing the old man's question, the villagers all looked at the old man.
Could it be that he knew what walking was?
The old man's expression was solemn. When the skinny Xiangzi saw this, he couldn't help but ask.
"Grandpa, what is walking?"
The old man raised his chin slightly, as if he was recalling something from a long time ago. After a long while, he said,
"Walking is the honorific title of a corpse transporter because the profession of corpse transporter itself is not allowed to see the light. However, in the past, when transportation was inconvenient and people did not like cremation, those who could not return to their hometown would be brought back to their hometown by the corpse transporter.”
"However, there are some taboos among corpse porters, and it doesn't sound good, so they called them errand masters!”
Master?
Corpse transporter?
How many years ago was that? Was there such a profession now?!
The villagers found it hard to believe.
The old man was also a little surprised. He glared at Han Bing and scolded,"Even if you know about this class, don't talk nonsense about it. What decades of experience? You've been chasing corpses since you were in your mother's womb?”
Han Bing laughed dryly. Of course, she was bragging, but her profession was naturally true.
He was not concerned about whether they believed him or not. He just wanted to remind the villagers what they should do now.
He continued,
"In my opinion,"
"The purpose of these water ghosts should be to covet the offerings and incense in this ancestral hall.”
"As long as we place this coffin in the seven-star position and insert incense to guide the soul, we can settle the ancestral spirit tablet.”
"Then, sprinkle dog blood beside the ancestral hall to exorcise the evil spirits. Everyone will drip some blood to replenish their yang qi, so as to prevent the water ghosts from coming back for revenge.”
"Otherwise, this water ghost might come back to cause trouble tomorrow. At that time, it won't be peaceful to worship the ancestors, and it won't be easy for the ancestors to go home!”
In fact, this matter was quite simple. It was just that the murderous aura was a little dense and there were a lot of water ghosts. However, these water ghosts did not have any cultivation. They only dared to come out and behave atrociously because they had the support of a zombie that had yet to wake up.
Moreover, it was really a problem that could be solved with a little dog blood and a little human blood.
However, just as Han Bing finished speaking, Old Han's face darkened. Then, he pulled Han Bing out of the crowd and turned around to smile at his fellow villagers.
"Hehe, don't listen to his nonsense. My child might have been too tired recently and his brain isn't working well!”
"Forgive me, forgive me!"
Then, Old Han ignored what everyone was saying and pointed at Han Bing in a deep voice.
"I say, are you done yet?”
"Do you really think you're a corpse transporter?”
"Where are the corpse porters now?"
"Even if there is, what's the use? He was just a corpse carrier. Was there really a ghost in this world? It's all made up to scare people."
His father kept scolding him. He was worried that his son would say too much and make the villagers unhappy. After all, their ancestor was still lying in the coffin. How could they talk nonsense in this aspect? Wasn't this the ancestor making a fool of himself?
If even his father didn't believe him, the other villagers naturally wouldn't listen to Han Bing's words.
After all, ghosts were rarely seen by modern people.
Even among the older generation, there were only a few old men who were suspicious. They were a little suspicious and muttered that there might really be ghosts causing trouble.
However, none of the young adults believed it.
At this moment, someone came over and advised with a smile,"Alright, alright. I think this is just some wicked person coming to cause trouble. Just rearrange the coffin!”
"Ah, yes, yes, yes. It's the middle of the night!”
"How wicked!"
Except for a few young and strong men who stayed at the ancestral hall, almost everyone went back to rest. They thought it was a false alarm and did not take it seriously. After all, he had to wake up very early the next day to worship the ancestors.
Worshipping ancestors was like burning incense at the graves. They had to wake up very early and start before dawn.
At this time, everyone who passed by Old Han also tried to persuade him.
"Alright, Old Han, don't be so harsh on the child. A child can say whatever he wants!”
"That's right. It's like a literary prison. Quickly bring your family back to rest. You still have to come over tomorrow morning!”
Old Han's face was still dark when he faced Han Bing, but now he smiled and nodded at his fellow villagers.
"Okay, okay, we'll go back now!"
"Sorry for the trouble!”
Immediately after, Old Han pulled Han Bing and started walking in the direction of his house.
Han Bing turned around and glanced at the ancestral hall. Seeing that the people in the ancestral hall did not follow his instructions at all, he could not help but feel helpless.
It couldn't be helped. It was indeed quite mysterious. It wasn't easy to make people believe it.
I should go home and catch up on sleep first…
It would be better if there was nothing to do tomorrow.
……
Time flew by.
Another three hours passed.
Morning finally arrived. It was also Qingming Festival.
Yellow River Village's ancestral worship had begun!
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