In the studio, Old Man Song began to tell his story.
It also brought the memories of everyone, including Xiaoqing, back to the past…
Time returned to five years ago.
August 24th, 2018.
Lunar calendar: July 14th of the year 1898 was a dog, and half of July was also commonly known as the Ghost Festival.
It is suitable to move, open a business, and get married.
It is forbidden to move the earth, go to the funeral, and bury the dead.
Jinzhou City, a remote and ancient city, maintained its annual tradition. Every household had a white circle of the Ming coin arch bridge in front of their door, and the entire city was almost shrouded in smoke.
The relevant departments had strictly prohibited this kind of environmental pollution, but in the end, it could not be stopped.
In addition, the people of the remote cities were tough. In the end, they turned a blind eye to the resistance. Anyway, it was only for one day.
On this day, it was exactly ten years since Xiaoqing came into contact with the old Daoist of Longhu Mountain, Qing Yangzi.
On this day, it was drizzling. The sky was gloomy and there were few pedestrians on the streets.
In the outskirts of Jinzhou City, in a deserted cemetery beside a remote, abandoned mountain village.
A blurry figure walked into the cemetery step by step in the wind and rain.
As the people in the village had long migrated to the city, the roads that people used to walk on were now overgrown with weeds and muddy.
If he was not careful, he might fall into a puddle of yellow mud.
That figure had fallen into the waterhole several times, but he persevered and got up again and again.
Finally, the figure came to a newly erected tombstone.
In front of the tombstone, there was a banner with a white silk hanging from it. It fluttered in the wind and rain, adding to the strangeness.
If Xiaoqing was present, he would definitely recognize what this white banner was!
It was the Soul Beckoning Banner!
It was impossible for ordinary people to obtain it.
Suddenly!
The man took out a dagger and took out a baby that had yet to fully mature from his backpack. He gritted his teeth and cut open his palm!
Blood gushed out as his flesh and blood tumbled backward.
The man raised his hand and let a drop of blood fall on the baby's black and slightly rotting forehead.
The baby might have been dead for a while. The corpse was accompanied by a stench. There were even maggots crawling out of the rotten body and crawling into the man's palm.
However, he did not care at all and even pretended not to see it.
He put down the baby and suddenly picked up the hoe that he had prepared by the grave. He began to dig the grave.
He dug up the soil and found a blood-red coffin inside.
It was as if the owner who buried it had deliberately dyed the coffin red.
There was a type of coffin that would be painted dark red. It was said that the people lying in these coffins were people who had died a violent death. Their resentment was monstrous. Therefore, the richer the red color on the coffin, the better the effect of suppressing evil.
The middle-aged man suddenly knelt down. His eyes were blurry and tears flowed non-stop. He cried,
"Daughter, I'm here to help you fulfill your wish!”
After wailing for a while, the man picked up the dagger again. Ignoring the wound and pain on his palm, he forcefully removed the nail from the coffin and gritted his teeth as he pushed open the coffin lid.
The visibility was extremely poor on a stormy cloudy day.
However, he could still see clearly that there was a beautiful girl lying in the coffin.
The girl's eyes were closed, and her expression was rather serene. She was wearing a red wedding dress with red fireworks on her chest, and her hands were placed in front of her.
"Shuang Shuang…"
"Boohoo…Daddy has let you down!”
"Daddy failed to protect you. Daddy shouldn't be so greedy for money…"
"It's all because of that shameless old bastard Song Yuan!”
Although the man was already mentally prepared, when he saw the corpse of his flesh and blood right in front of him, he burst into tears again. He held onto the coffin and wailed!
As she choked, she said in a trembling voice,
"Shuang Shuang, you bled out and died on the delivery bed. I only asked that old man Song Yuan for burial fees. Not only did he chase me out, but he also found someone to separate you and the child and bury them in different places.”
"He's found a new lover now, and he's been having fun all day. He's not sad about your death at all.”
" Today is the night of the seventh return of your soul, which is also the Ghost Festival. Daddy, I, risked my life to snatch that poor child back and return it to you, Shuangshuang…"
As he spoke, he placed the baby's corpse that was dripping with the blood of a living person in the female corpse's arms and picked up the female corpse's hand to hug.
A moment later, he tentatively pulled the female corpse's hand.
However, he realized that no matter how hard he tried, he could not shake the female corpse's arm.
The female corpse's tightly shut eyes suddenly opened. Her eyes were wide and filled with hatred!
Although the man had expected this, he still looked terrified. His hair stood on end and his back felt cold. He hurriedly closed the coffin and covered it with yellow mud…
After the man left, an unknown amount of time passed.
It was raining heavily in the middle of the night.
In the wilderness, under the heavy rain, there seemed to be bursts of mournful wails.
This crying carried an unimaginable unwillingness and grievance.
It was mixed with the faint cries of a baby.
"Wuuuu-"
"Wuwuwu-"
The cries grew louder and louder, even drowning out the sound of the rain washing over the ground.
Unfortunately, in this wilderness, no one knew.
At that time-
At this moment, Xiaoqing had returned to the Taoist Faction a few days ago and came to the main peak of Mount Longhu to accept the inheritance certificate and organize the relics.
Looking at the income book left behind by Qing Yangzi, he was speechless…
"These Taoist priests are really rich!"
"The scenic area can earn so much in a month?”
"Isn't this too much?"
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