Mr. Yin and Yang, the True Record of Folk Gossip

After finishing speaking, the paper figurine Xu Xian raised his legs and stepped over the fence.He didn't go through the gate of the courtyard, and didn't touch the two ghost knives.

Ghost He squinted her eyes, didn't say anything else, and followed.

When the few of us entered the courtyard, we hurried to the door of the main room, opened the door and entered!

The light in the room was dim, and a chill came from the front, and finally penetrated into the body from the limbs.

On the wooden bed on the right side of the main room, lay a woman.

She was thin, and she seemed to be holding a swaddling baby in her arms, with a thick quilt covering her body.

There was fine sweat on my forehead, and I felt a little frightened.

It is recorded in the Nine Techniques of Yin Sheng that after the mother's corpse kills someone, she will give birth to a female fetus, and at this time it is no longer a female fetus, but a baby spirit.

There is an invisible umbilical cord between the evil mother and the infant spirit, which will never be broken again.

Connecting the Yin is to give the Yin fetus a chance to be reincarnated, so that the mother's corpse can also rest in peace.

After the yin womb becomes a baby spirit, it is impossible to reincarnate, and the mother's corpse will never leave the child!

Either they will cause disaster, or they will be subdued and suppressed, or their souls will be scattered...

Thinking about this for a moment, apart from being frightened, I also felt an unspeakable depressive sadness in my heart.

The mother and son ended up like this if they failed to give her a vaginal connection.

Apart from being vicious... all they have left is misery.

At this time, He Zhi immediately closed the door!

Suddenly, she exclaimed.

I turned around abruptly, and my head hummed uncontrollably, with sweat dripping from my forehead.

Because on the left side of the door, there was a man standing quietly.

His eyes were closed, he was wearing a cloth, and the cloth was black, and on his face, there was a thin layer of black down.

Although his face was dark, his skin was pale, and his senses were extraordinarily gloomy.

I recognized it at a glance, this is the prescription that came to beg us to give his daughter-in-law...

However, Fang Zi at this time has become a murderous corpse...

Or the murderous corpse killed by his own wife...

"Living corpse?" Xu Qing, the paper figurine, gasped in his ear.

My heart skipped a beat, and I looked at Fang Zi again, only to find that there was a breath in his chest, which was floating slightly.

Out of the corner of my eye I glanced at the paper figurine Xu, who was licking the corner of his mouth with excitement in his eyes.

"This is a family of three, very good, very fierce, the paper maker has a secret method that can make it more fierce." The voice of the paper figurine Xu was full of eager desire.

After hesitating for a while, I said: "Uncle Xu, Fangzi is a poor man. He didn't deserve to die. The mother and son are evil, and they can't be sent away. You can take it away. I can send him away, Fangzi." The paper figurine Xu frowned slightly.

Greed and reluctance clearly flashed in his eyes!

But soon, he let out a heavy breath: "The corpses of a family of three are hard to find, and it may take decades to leave a family, but since you are sure of Yin and Yang, Uncle Xu listens to you. Do justice for the heavens and don't do evil things." I was slightly relieved.

But inexplicably, I always have a feeling of heart palpitations, staring at Fang Zi all the time.

I can't describe where that feeling came from. It's dawn now, and there can't be troublesome guests. Even in a haunted house, there will be some suppression. After all, the corpses here are not yet so fierce.

Except that my heartbeat missed half a beat, my whole body was sweating non-stop.

Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ghost Woman He entered a side room, and He Zhi walked in with him.

The paper figurine Xu had already arrived at the side of the bed and lifted the quilt.

In the middle of the room was the wolf mastiff. It glanced at Fangzi from time to time, and then at the mother and son Sha on the bed.

Inside the scarlet eyeballs, there were bursts of longing and greed.

I faintly stood in front of Fang Zi, and whispered the word no.

The strange thing is that the wolf mastiff seemed to understand it. It whimpered, turned around and followed the room that Ghost Pooh just entered...

After a while, Ghost He came out of the house again, with a wooden stick under his arm, obviously he was struggling a lot.

He Zhi supported his other hand.

There were chairs in the main room, and after sitting down, Ghost He took out a rolled leaf cigarette, lit it with a torch, and took a deep puff.

He looked at the closed door of the main room, and said: "The ghost mother-in-law is of the same line, most of them have the surname He, and they come from a family of the He family. Don't pass on the daughter, but the ghost woman's life is short, the male Ding Yi died young, and the child's three elder brothers did not live past the age of five."

"Nowadays, the surname He of the master's family has become less and less, but it still has appeal. If I send a letter, the ghost woman who receives the letter will definitely come immediately, and they will send dozens of hundreds of the same letter. Notify the hags around you."

"If a line of people withers, then there will be a kind of cohesion. If the ghost woman is wronged, it will be a night walk of a hundred ghosts!"

"When it gets dark, there must be smoke. That's the signal from the ghost woman's lineage!"

After listening to He Guipo's words, I realized what he was explaining.

It's just that I don't feel very happy right now.

It’s true that ghost wives are dying, if every ghost woman likes to plant ghost trees at home, even if it’s a tradition...

Now they can still maintain a certain number of people, it is really not easy...

He Zhi, who was beside He Gui Po, trembled and his eyes were flushed...

He Zhi glanced at me with complicated eyes.

This time, I didn't understand what He Zhi meant.

After thinking about it for a while, it suddenly occurred to me that He Zhi probably hasn't told He Ghost the reason yet?

Otherwise, He Guipo wouldn't say that there is a shortage in fate.

This is really ignorant of Feng Shui, and suffered a great loss.

Only when there are too many premature deaths, will you feel that this lineage is lacking in fate.

She can't say it, remind me to say it?

I also hesitated again and again, but I also thought, if the ghost women gather in Hejia Village, then if the ghost woman tells about Fengshui, will it be possible to change the fate of the other ghost women in the future?

No!It can't be called a change, but just let them stop doing these so-called traditions? !

Thinking of this, I was about to speak.

Xu, the paper figurine, suddenly said, "Yinyang, come over and see if there is anything on this mother and son Sha that needs attention. I plan to take advantage of the dawn to peel off the skin of these two bodies."

I responded to He Zhi with a look, beckoning her to wait, and then hurried to the paper figurine Xu.

Only half a meter away from the bed, the mother's corpse and the baby's spirit came into view, and my eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

On the face of the mother corpse, there are black and red fluffy lines.

And that baby spirit looks like a little old man, with a wrinkled face and a few twists of hair on his head, which is crooked.

Its complexion was slightly blood red, and although its eyes were closed, the corners of its mouth were slightly raised.

My countenance changed.

This mother's corpse is a blood demon between black evil spirits. After the mother and child evil spirits killed each other, the baby spirit transformed into a womb turned out to be a blood evil spirit? !

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