Chapter 9 The ghost knocks on the door in the middle of the night
The police were exhausted and greeted Huangtu, not really hoping that he, a "charlatan", would be of great help to solve the case. When they threw Huangtu at the gate of the temple, they hurried back to the police station to report the matter to their superiors.
According to the three people, the five murders occurred at a similar time, all at three or four o'clock in the morning, just when everyone was asleep. One of them got up at night and died tragically in the toilet. The other four were miserable, as if they were dragged from the house to the outside of the door and then peeled and cramped.
The five cases all have one thing in common. There is no trace of a second person at the scene, whether it is footprints or tools for crimes, there is no trace.
"The guest star is coming, the stars and moon are gone; the more intense the killing begins?" Huangtu stood at the entrance of the temple with a gloomy face. He naturally understood what the murderer was, but he was alone and unable to stop him, and he felt very unhappy.
"There are people who have their own paths, and ghosts have their own paths. Humans and ghosts have different paths, and life and death are different paths. The old man said that attacking and killing people is cruel. Not only is it hated by the monks on earth, but it is also unwilling tolerated by the underworld! Once discovered, they will be chased by masters from all walks of life... What exactly tempted these ghosts to take the blame for the world and kill people directly?"
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Between heaven and earth, every creature is a product of creation, a product of the perfect combination of body and soul, and contains endless mystery of heaven and earth.
Human beings are the most exquisite representatives.
The body is real, the soul is empty; the body is yang, the soul is yin; the body is soul and the body is soul and the yin and yang are united.
Having a body but not a soul is called a corpse, and having a soul but not a body is called a ghost.
Life is the mysterious connection between the body and the soul, which can also be called life opportunity; death is to cut off this connection between the body and the soul.
The combination of body and soul is so clever. Under normal circumstances, it is very stable. Generally, external forces cannot be forced to separate. Otherwise, when there are ghosts in the world, all living things, including humans, would have been slaughtered completely!
The underworld has to wait until the creature dies and its vitality is cut off before it can attract the soul, let alone other monsters.
However, the connection between the body and soul is by no means impeccable, and there are countless ways to harm people with sneaky means.
This balance can be easily broken by attacking souls and physical attacks.
The first one is to wait for an opportunity.
People have seven emotions and six desires, sometimes when they are lost in their souls, sometimes when they are bone-eroded, and sometimes when they are unwilling to leave their souls... Joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness will always lead to various fluctuations in the connection between the body and soul, which gives the opportunity to take advantage of the secret.
Therefore, there are weak ghosts that cannot directly harm people, but by creating various illusions, they arouse some emotions in people's hearts, such as fear, such as **, which prompts abnormal connection between the body and soul; and they also take advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of the situation! They either kill people and seize goods, suck essence and blood, or devour souls, or even sacrifice magic weapons.
The second type is to kill people and take away souls!
Destroy the body, cut off life, and leave the soul without a body to rely on.
This is the method adopted by most powerful ghosts.
When the body is destroyed, the soul will become weak; when the body is completely cut off from its vitality, a person will die. Return to the earth, the soul will return to the sky, and the soul will be forced to leave the body. Or wait for the underworld to be guided, or the soul will be dispersed, or be captured by demons and monsters.
Rough, direct, effective, cruel!
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When Huangtu came back from Wen Jingjing's house, someone had already come to the temple to burn incense.
Kneeling in front of the land shrine were two women and a child, which seemed to be a family.
The old woman on the left is fifty or sixty years old, dressed simply and looked sad; a boy in the middle is four or five years old, kneeling honestly on the ground; on the right is a young woman under thirty years old, dressed cleanly, as if she was the mother of the child, with red and swollen eyes and worried.
"Chaochao, kowtow to Grandma Lu, please bless you, beg him to drive away that crazy woman!" The old woman kept urging the boy to kowtow, and kept muttering.
"Mother-in-law, is this really OK? If not, I will take Chaochao back to the city..."
"Xiaozhi, don't interrupt me. You don't know that the land here is the patron saint of our Jiuteng Town, and it is the most effective. I have saved many people!"
The old woman hurriedly stopped her daughter-in-law and reiterated a few good things to the shrine, for fear of angering the land father-in-law.
The young woman seemed to not believe in ghosts and gods, but when she thought about her dream recently, she saw her mother-in-law so stubborn, and she reluctantly kowtowed three times.
Before the loess disturbed them, they went back to their residence, moved a chair out of the house, and sat on the south wall and basked in the sun.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were chattering, clasping their hands together, and starting to close their eyes to pray. The child was a playful person and soon couldn't sit still. Seeing that his grandmother and mother were not paying attention, they made a face at the land shrine and tiptoed to get up and slip out of the door.
The child had never been to such temples and communities, and everything was strange. From the main hall to the side hall, looking at it, touching it, and learning from the ghost soldiers to catch people, they had a lot of fun.
After seeing the statues in the main hall and the side hall, I saw two elders still praying and rushed to the right side of the yard quickly. I thought there was something else to watch, but I didn’t know that the two rooms were closed and looked in with their toes. I found that one of them was filled with miscellaneous items, such as tables, jars, incense, candles, etc., while the other was closed with the window, and I couldn’t see the decorations inside at all, so I couldn’t help but feel bored.
The little boy was about to return to the hall when suddenly the chirping sounds of birds came from his ears, which were crisp and pleasant. He began to think that he had heard it wrong, and listened to it again, and then he realized that there was indeed a sound, and it was coming from the south wall. His little face showed an excited look and hurriedly ran over.
However, there were no light and cute birds in the south wall, only a man with a tiger back, bear waist, thick eyebrows and big eyes. When the little boy saw him sitting on the chair, he raised his head and closed his eyes, leisurely. He did not dare to disturb him, and looked around for the traces of the birds, but saw nothing, and couldn't help scratching his head.
"It's obvious that there is a voice, why don't you even have a shadow?"
The little boy muttered to the front and looked for a while before he found out that the sound was coming from the man's mouth. What he had just heard was a whistle, and he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
Men are naturally loess.
When he saw the three people begging for the gods, he looked at them and found that the three people were covered in dark air and were uneasy, especially the little boy, and he was secretly shocked. However, he had always acted secretly as the god of society, and was inconvenient to go forward to ask, so he reached the little boy. He concluded that the child would not sit for a long time and would definitely come out to play. He waited here specifically.
When the little boy approached, he took a look and saw that his Yin Tang was black, with green air silt on his head and the jade pillow behind his head. He jumped around and was ready to move. He couldn't help but frown and thought to himself:
"The Yin Qi seems to have signs of turning evil, which is a sign of great danger. If it is not resolved, this child will suffer a bloody disaster in the future."
The more I looked at Huangtu, the more surprised he became. When he felt that the Yin Qi had signs of turning evil, he was even more shocked. You should know that evil is extremely yin, and once it is formed, it will cause great harm to people. He may not be able to break it.
When Huangtu encountered this, he would naturally not ignore it. Seeing that the little boy was not ready to leave, he knocked on the handrail with his left hand, opened his eyes and said:
"Children, what are you looking for?"
The little boy saw that the yellow earth was so powerful that he was not angry and was a little timid in his heart, so he hurriedly explained to himself:
"Uncle, I didn't mean to disturb you to rest!"
As he said that, he was about to run away. In fact, no wonder the child was afraid.
Although Huangtu is only eighteen years old, he is steady and low-key, has simple clothes, has a tiger's back and bear's waist, has a burly body, and has an innate yellow face, which makes him look extremely mature. Some people believe that he is thirty years old.
At that time, Huangtu and Wen Jingjing went to school, and as soon as they appeared, they attracted the attention of their classmates. Many people thought he was the brother or uncle who sent Wen Jingjing to school. Unexpectedly, he was a student and they were stunned. Except for those students near Jiuteng Town, almost everyone else could not help but inquire about the people around.
This is the case for high school students, and these four-year-old children are even more indistinguishable. Seeing that others are strong and they are somewhat similar to the bad guys on TV. In addition, they are restless these two days, and they will inevitably think about the bad things.
Huangtu has encountered many such situations. At first, he felt helpless, but after getting used to it, he began to numbness. He reached out to stop the little guy. When he was about to cry, he suddenly opened his right hand. There was an extra lively lark in his palm.
"Do you want this?"
When the little boy saw him grabbing him, he thought he had met a bad person and would cry out with a slight mouth. However, after seeing the small and cute bird, he stopped crying and stared at the palm of the loess palm with wide eyes.
I saw the lark walking or jumping, rolling around, with a crisp sound, and occasionally scratching the palm of the palm, which was very cute.
"This...Uncle, is this yours?" The little boy's emotions changed quickly, with an envious expression on his face. He looked at Huangtu with his eyes. Seeing him nodding, he said timidly, "Can Chao touch the little bird?"
Huangtu tried to show a friendly smile to the child and said:
"Okay, but you have to promise something to uncle."
"Okay!" The child didn't ask about good or bad things, but just hoped to fiddle with the birds and agreed immediately.
Huangtu handed over the things in his hand. The little boy hurriedly took them over, looked them carefully, and reached out to touch the feathers carefully, and was extremely excited. When the little thing scratched his palm, he couldn't help but giggle.
"What a cute child, what's the matter at work? It's really hateful!"
Huang Tu thought to himself that he saw the boy having fun, so he asked:
"Kid, can you tell uncle what you and grandma are doing here?"
"Come and ask Grandpa Land for blessings, Chaoxi!" the child replied stunningly.
"Why do you ask Grandpa to bless Chaochao? Can you tell me to uncle?" Huangtu induced him in a hurry.
The little boy nodded and said while fiddling with the lark:
"Uncle, Chaochao and her mother came to the countryside to see their grandparents from the city. They were so happy. But the night before yesterday, an aunt in red clothes came to knock on the door of my house and said that Chaochao was her child and insisted on taking Chaochao away."
"What then?" Huang Tu touched the little boy's head, his voice was gentle, but a trace of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"Grandpa and grandma don't let him go, saying that the aunt is... a ghost, and then the aunt came up to pull Chaochao and wanted to take Chaochao out of the door. Chaochao saw the aunt's appearance, and his face was full of blood. Chaochao was so scared. Chaochao didn't want to leave with that aunt, but then the aunt left crying."
"Last night, that aunt came again. She also wanted to take Chaochao away."
"Hmm? That's it!" Huangtu nodded.
"Grandma said that Auntie in Red is a bad guy, and a very powerful bad guy. Only the Earth God here can stop him and take Chaochao away, so she took Chaochao and her mother here to ask the Earth God to tell the aunt that she would not come to Chaochao again. Chaochao is the mother's child, not her child, and Chaochao should not leave her mother and grandparents."
"A ghost knocks on the door in the middle of the night? It's a horror?"
Huangtu roughly figured out the whole story of the matter, patted the child on the head, and said:
"Good boy, Grandpa Land will help Chaochao, and he will never let that thing take Chaochao away."
But the child uttered a roar, dodged to the side, and protested loudly:
"Uncle, don't touch Chaochao's head! That day, the aunt in red touched Chaochao's head. Chaochao's head still hurts, and she always wants to sleep. It's better to see Grandpa Land here. It hurts when you touch it again!"
After gently caressing the loess several times, I already knew that the child was invaded by the qi and blood. Baihui Yin and cold, he took back his big hand and asked with a smile:
"Okay, is that uncle who helped Chaochao drive away the headache?"
The little boy held the lark in both hands, stared at the loess wide, thinking to himself:
"This uncle doesn't seem to be a bad person. Why did his cool feeling become much weaker after touching my head with his hand?"
Seeing him hesitated, Huangtu smiled slightly, pointed to a discarded millstone next to the chair, and said:
"You come up here and it's warm."
The little boy looked at it and the millstone stood, almost half a waist taller than his, and couldn't help scratching his head.
Seeing this, Huangtu got up and left the chair and wanted to help him. However, when he put his hands on the child's waist, he suddenly heard an anxious sound coming from a distance.
"Let my kids go!"
Chapter completed!