from the Dead

Qingliu Town.

Suburban Yizhuang.

Offering table.

Three sticks of incense smoke curled up.

Hou Dongsheng's spirit body was floating beside the incense stand, inhaling the green smoke.

The green smoke entered his spiritual body, making his spiritual body feel extremely comfortable.

It feels a bit like smoking...

Hou Dongsheng was an old smoker in his last life, but he has developed good habits and stopped smoking in this life.

There was still a lot of drought in ancient times...

Now that the memory of the past life has awakened, I simply try my unique skills from back then.

The green smoke of the incense candle enters the spirit body and fills the chest, and then is slowly exhaled.

A smoke ring formed in mid-air.

The wisps of green smoke above the altar turned into small smoke rings one after another.

If Hou Dongsheng's spirit body could not be seen, this scene would be simply ghostly.

Outside Yizhuang.

The boy watching the wake was fast asleep, with saliva dripping onto his clothes.

suddenly.

An old man in pajamas walked quickly.

Without saying a word, it was just a kick.

Bang!

The boy watching the wake was kicked over.

Only then did he wake up from a dazed sleep.

See clearly who is coming.

Watching boy: "Master!"

"Today a family was killed in vain. This kind of tragedy is most likely to reveal ghosts and ghosts. Go and quietly look at the smoke on the altar. If there is still a wisp of green smoke rising upward, it means there are no ghosts. If there is something strange in the smoke, it means there is a ghost.

Wrong soul, if you knock on my door if there is anything dirty, you will have to go to the Taoist priest tomorrow morning to clean it up." said the caretaker.

Guard boy: "I understand, master."

The wake-up boy has no fear of ghosts and ghosts. There is a mass grave near his home. His favorite game is to go to the mass grave with his friends to dig out corpses. Occasionally, he can dig out a human head and play it as a ball.

Children in the mountains have no taboos.

He is not afraid of ghosts at all, otherwise he wouldn't be able to be a guard boy.

Just because they are completely unafraid, children are naturally carefree and not cautious.

The boy came to the altar and found that everything was the same.

The incense candles are almost burned out...

The boy changed the incense candle, then yawned and left.

As soon as the boy left, a cloud of smoke slowly descended.

The human form of smoke and cloud is Hou Dongsheng's soul.

The white smoke entered the spirit body and condensed without dispersing, making Hou Dongsheng's mind clearer and his spirit body more solid. The burning sensation caused by the sun during the day has completely disappeared.

In addition to a burning hatred surging in his soul, his thoughts have become as before.

What to do next?

Hou Dongsheng, who is in the wandering soul state, has no idea at all and can only take one step at a time. The only thing that is certain is that as time goes by, the hatred will not disappear, but will only become stronger and stronger, until one day it will completely swallow up his own sanity.

Revenge is necessary!

The evil spirits are born because of hatred and die because of hatred.

Hatred is the basis for the existence of evil spirits. Even if Hou Dongsheng awakens the memory of his previous life, the open-mindedness of his two lives cannot erase this hatred. He can only hide it deeply until his revenge is successful or he is swallowed up by hatred.

The next morning.

A sloppy doctor came to Yizhuang.

The doctor’s name is Zhao Enyuan.

He is a down-and-out doctor who lives in seclusion in Qingliu Town.

Doctor Zhao is in his forties and has a slim build. He practiced medicine in the big city ten years ago. It is said that he killed powerful people while he was there and was forced to live in Qingliu Town to work as a doctor.

But even in Qingliu Town, Dr. Zhao couldn't treat minor illnesses well, and he killed people with serious illnesses. Over time, he lost his business and gradually became a weirdo in the town.

Mr. Zhao does not see doctors or farm, and he only relies on his savings to survive until now.

Now in his forties, he still has no wife, looks slovenly, and smells like a beggar.

Zhao Langzhong walked around the Yizhuang and spotted Hou Dongsheng's body on the spot.

Zhao Langzhong found the guard of Yizhuang and paid him two taels of silver, and the guard asked him to pick it up at night.

Mr. Zhao left...

That night.

In the dead of night.

Doctor Zhao came alone driving a donkey cart.

The guards of Yizhuang sent the boy guarding away temporarily, and then together with Doctor Zhao, they put Hou Dongsheng's body into the coffin board.

Doctor Zhao dragged his donkey cart and left overnight...

In the dark dense forest.

A cloud of green smoke was floating above Langzhong Zhao's head...

The green smoke quickly dissipated without a trace, leaving only Hou Dongsheng's pure spirit body.

It's night now.

Doctor Zhao drove his donkey cart back home.

"Master! You are back." The medicine boy opened the door.

"How's the medicine going?"

"Where's the simmering fire?"

Zhao Enyuan: "Okay... go to bed quickly."

"Master...what did you transport in the middle of the night?"

"Medicine...don't worry about it, go to sleep."

Send the medicine boy away.

Zhao Enyuan moved the coffin into the house alone.

Zhao Enyuan used scissors to cut off Hou Dongsheng's clothes, revealing his pale skin.

puff!

Pulled out the dagger.

Not a trace of blood flowed from the wound.

Everyone has been dead for more than a day, where did the blood come from?

Under the gaze of Hou Dongsheng's spirit body...

Zhao Enyuan used a wet handkerchief to carefully clean Hou Dongsheng's body, wiping every inch clean.

After cleaning is completed.

Zhao Enyuan held a silver needle in his hand and aimed it at the Tianling point of Hou Dongsheng's body and pricked it.

Acupuncture.

It's for treating living people. What does it mean to give acupuncture to a dead person?

This isn't the end yet.

Zhao Enyuan continued to insert acupuncture skillfully.

Hou Dongsheng, who was soon lying on the bed, was pricked with dense silver needles.

Maybe he's tired.
To be continued...