Chapter 9

It has been some time since Xie Baoyi's incident, and I still can't calm down. Finally, I went back to Lijiazhuang and burned some yellow paper in front of Xie Baoyi's grave, hoping that she can rest in peace.

Unexpectedly, I dreamed of her that night. In the dream, she said that her wish was not fulfilled and she did not want to enter the cycle of reincarnation. Finally, she left a sigh.

There is one thing worth being happy about, that is Maomao and Zhang Song, who have completely different personalities, unexpectedly became good friends in the end.

The origin of the matter was this: Maomao didn't dare to come to class for a long time since this incident. Zhang Song was his deskmate, and he missed Maomao very much when he didn't see him for a day or two.

So he asked me, "Why didn't Maomao come to class these days?"

My eyes rolled, not knowing whether to tell him the truth.

Seeing that I was hesitant to speak, he said anxiously, "Just tell me if you have something to say."

So I told him everything that happened when I came back from Xiaogangzi that day.

After hearing this, he widened his eyes and looked at me suspiciously.

I slapped his shoulder hard and said, "Why are you looking at me like that?!"

He scratched his head and muttered, "Why do you always run into this kind of thing?"

"What do you think I want to do?" I said unhappily.

In fact, I also wonder why these things always happen around me.

"Then what is he afraid of during the day?" Zhang Song asked.

"I don't know either. Why don't we go to his house to see him after school?" I said.

Zhang Song nodded, and the matter was settled.

After school, Zhang Song and I went to Maomao's house together. We saw him lying on the bed, listless, and it was obvious that he was different from an ordinary person.

Aunt Chen also sighed and tears started to fall after she said a few words.

I felt very guilty inside. All this was caused by me. If we hadn't gone to Xiaogangzi that day, this wouldn't have happened.

After sitting at Maomao's house for a while, Zhang Song and I both felt a little depressed.

"I have to help him!" I said firmly.

Zhang Song also nodded and said, "We have to help him!"

After returning home, I had never felt so eager to learn the knowledge in "Yin Fu Lu". My grades were not good to begin with, and now my mind was full of "Yin Fu Lu", and my grades plummeted.

I finally read through this incomplete copy of the Yin Fu Lu and gained a rough understanding of its mysteries. In the book, I found out why Maomao had become like this.

Humans have three souls and seven spirits. Frightened, offending spirits, or being cursed can cause the soul and spirit to leave the body, often referred to as "losing the soul." An incomplete soul and spirit can cause a person to feel listless and weak for a short period of time. Over time, the person can become seriously ill and eventually die.

Maomao's symptom is probably that he was scared out of his wits.

I have found a solution, but it is difficult for me to implement it myself. I need to find a man who is born in the year of the Tiger to cooperate with me.

When I told Zhang Song the news, he patted his chest and said, "I was born in the Year of the Tiger!"

I looked at him in surprise and said, "Everyone in our class is born in the Year of the Rabbit, how come you are born in the Year of the Tiger?"

"I've been held back a grade."

I wanted to laugh, but I felt a little embarrassed. After all, I had never seen anyone who had repeated a grade in elementary school. Although my grades were also poor, they were not to the point of repeating a grade.

"If you want to laugh, just laugh!" said Zhang Song.

After he said this, I couldn't hold it back any longer and burst out laughing. Zhang Song was so thick-skinned that instead of getting angry, he laughed along with me.

After the laughter died down, I started to talk business: "I will prepare the materials in the next two days. From 9pm to 1am on Friday, we will go to call back Maomao's soul. Are you afraid?"

Zhang Song put his hands on his hips and said arrogantly, "Don't worry! What do you need me for that day?"

"I'll tell you on the same day." After saying that, I listed the materials on a piece of paper, fearing that I would forget them.

They are: copper incense burner, cypress incense, underwear, copper coins, copper bells, red rope, red cloth, and white rice.

"Okay, then we'll go together to call back Maomao's soul." Zhang Song said confidently.

When I got home, I started looking for these things. When my grandfather saw me find them, he asked me, "What are you looking for these things for, little sister?"

"Call back Maomao's soul," I said.

Grandpa didn't say anything and left the house.

I continued to search and finally found all the materials.

Grandpa was puffing on his pipe under a tree in the front yard, not saying a word, and seemed a little worried.

I walked up to my grandfather and said, "Grandpa."

Grandpa sighed and said, "I knew you would take this path sooner or later, but I didn't expect it to happen so soon."

I looked at my grandfather with a puzzled look.

Grandpa took a few deep puffs from his pipe and continued, "Our family was once prosperous, but your great-grandfather learned the things in the Yin Fu Lu, which made him enemies and ultimately destroyed our family. Only our branch was left, and we had no choice but to flee here. Fortunately, your father and I didn't understand those things, and although our life was hard, it was stable. Who would have thought that it would end up with a girl like you. Since the feather-hair stone has recognized you, you can't avoid it even if you want to. I just want to tell you that if you are kind to others, even if the blessing has not yet arrived, the disaster will be far away. I believe that the ghost is the same. Don't commit murder unless it is absolutely necessary."

Grandpa saw my puzzled expression and said, "Your great-grandfather was so ruthless in his actions that he ultimately angered both humans and gods, and died a very miserable death. Alas."

After saying this, Grandpa's eyes became moist, perhaps because he recalled the sad past.

I hugged my grandfather's arm and said, "Don't worry, Grandpa, I will remember it."

Grandpa patted me on the back and said repeatedly, "Okay, okay, the most important thing is that you must protect yourself and do everything within your ability."

I looked at my grandfather and nodded heavily.

When Zhang Song and I went to Maomao's house again, Aunt Chen started crying again, muttering that she had consulted several doctors during this period, but none of them had any effect, and she had also consulted a Taoist priest, but it was of no use either.

During the time that Maomao was sick, Aunt Chen had obviously lost a lot of weight.

Looking at Maomao again, his eye sockets were sunken and a little black, and he kept saying something, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

I explained my purpose to Aunt Chen. She was skeptical at first, but finally agreed to call back the soul with the idea of ​​giving it a try.

Maomao was lying down. I removed his pillow, placed a copper incense burner in front of his head, filled it with cypress incense, and placed a piece of red cloth in front of the burner, large enough for a person to pass through. Then I put copper coins on the four corners of the red cloth.

I also asked Aunt Chen to prepare a vest that Maomao had worn and put it next to him.

During this time, I tied the red string to the copper bell.

I said to Zhang Song, "Next, we'll wait until nine o'clock in the evening and go to the place where he was scared and call him back."

Zhang Song nodded, and the three of us sat next to Maomao, looking at the listless Maomao and listening to the second hand of the clock ticking away step by step.

Time passed by minute by minute.