Ma Dajun and his family also hurriedly came over to look at the three incense sticks on the glutinous rice, and their expressions were all very unpleasant.

Hu Tudao glanced at it as he walked by and said in a nonchalant tone, "What's so strange about it? You rode your electric bike all the way back, and the two incense sticks were blown by the wind, so naturally they burned faster. Don't you even have this much common sense?"

"I see." Upon hearing this, Ma Dajun's expression softened, and he gave Hu Tudao a thumbs up.

Actually, I still had some doubts. I had placed the three incense sticks together, and they were burning close to each other. If they were blown away by the wind, it was impossible for one stick to burn normally while the other two burned so quickly. But now that Hu Tudao had already made his conclusion, I was too embarrassed to express my opinion and contradict him.

I took the sticky rice down and handed it to Ma Dajun.

Hu Tudao walked up to me and whispered in my ear, "Zuo Changming, did you steal and eat those two chicken legs?"

I shook my head, about to explain, when Hu Tudao glared at me, waved his hand and said, "Forget it, you don't need to explain anymore, go help."

Since Hu Tudao has already said that, I'm too lazy to explain anymore. I went over to help Ma Dajun move the table.

Hu Tudao was going to perform a ritual in the hall. The things he needed were not complicated: a table to place the bowl of glutinous rice and some paper money and other props, and a chair in front of the table.

Seeing that we had set up the chairs, Hu Tudao walked over, waved us aside, and looked at Ma Dajun's family. He said solemnly, "In a moment, I will summon your daughter to possess my body. During this time, my soul will retreat to the side. You can ask me anything you want, but please do not come over and make any physical contact with me. Otherwise, if my soul senses danger, it will return on its own and shatter your daughter's soul."

Upon hearing this, Ma Dajun and his family all nodded earnestly in agreement.

I was also very curious, so I asked, "Hu Tu, after they've finished asking their questions, can I ask one too?"

Hu Tudao glanced at me sideways and said, "Nonsense. The longer she stays on me, the weaker I become. It's just a family saying goodbye, so don't interfere."

I pursed my lips. Since Hu Tudao didn't want to, I wouldn't ask anymore. Actually, what I wanted to ask was whether there was a woman in a red dress calling my name at the crossroads tonight.

Hu Tudao came to the table, picked up a talisman, then picked up a grain of glutinous rice, wrapped the rice in the talisman, and then chanted an incomprehensible incantation.

After chanting for about two or three minutes, Hu Tudao lit the talisman and placed it on the glutinous rice to burn.

I remember when I was a child, my grandfather and I would hold a memorial service in the hall. He never used matches to burn talismans or paper money. He would just flick his hand and the talismans would light themselves. I asked my grandfather about it, and he told me that it was a magic trick and that he would teach me when I grew up. But before I could learn it, my grandfather had already left me.

After the talisman burned, Hu Tudao grabbed the yellow paper with Ma Jiajie's birth date and time written on it, folded it in half, tore it with both hands, shook it, and a simple paper figure appeared in his hands. Hu Tudao held the paper figure with his left hand, muttered some incantations, and began to gesture with the paper figure with his right hand.

After gesturing for about a minute or two, Hu Tudao suddenly shouted, "Come on!"

Immediately, he grabbed a bit of glutinous rice covered in ashes from the paper money, placed it on the paper figure's head, and then stuck the paper figure to his own forehead.

When the paper figure was pasted on Hutudao's forehead, his body trembled slightly, then he slowly closed his eyes and sat down in the chair, looking dazed.

Ma Dajun looked at Hu Tudao, who was sitting motionless in the chair with his eyes closed, and cautiously called out, "Master Hu?"

"Mom and Dad, younger brother, it's me." Hu Tudao suddenly spoke, his voice hoarse and stiff.

"Are you Xiaojie?" Ma Dajun suddenly took a step back and asked, trembling.

“It’s me,” Hu Tudao said slowly, nodding.

"Waaah, Xiaojie, my daughter!" Pang Meilian suddenly burst into tears and was about to rush towards Hu Tudao.

Ma Dajun reacted quickly, pulling Pang Meilian back and saying sternly, "Calm down. Have you forgotten what Master Hu just told you?"

Upon hearing this, Pang Meilian kept wiping away tears, her whole body trembling and on the verge of collapse.

Ma Jiabao hurriedly came over and reached out to help Pang Meilian.

Seeing this, I sighed inwardly, thinking how pitiful parents are all the time. Then I turned my gaze to Hu Tudao and began to examine him carefully.

"Xiaojie, you left so suddenly. I wonder what Dad can do for you?" Ma Dajun took a deep breath and asked slowly.

"Dad, I don't want to leave you like this. I've been so hungry these past few days, and I didn't know where to go. Luckily, a kind person gave me a good meal tonight. Now I just want to be reborn in peace," Hu Tu said, his voice hoarse.

"Then, daughter, is there anything else you need?" Ma Dajun asked, his eyes welling up with tears and his voice choked with emotion.

"Please burn more paper money for me during the Qingming Festival and Double Ninth Festival. I want to have a better life down there."

"Okay, okay, Dad will definitely burn lots and lots for you." Ma Dajun wiped away his tears and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

“Sister, you…” Ma Jiabao looked at Hu Tu and was about to ask.

Just then, Hu Tudao's body suddenly trembled, and he slowly reached out and took the paper figure off his forehead.

After taking the paper figure down, Hu Tudao slowly opened his eyes, slumped into a chair, and gasped for breath.

“Little… Master Hu?” Ma Dajun hurriedly went up to Hu Tudao, wanting to reach out and support him, but he withdrew his hand halfway through.

“Sigh…” Hu Tudao suddenly sighed and slowly said, “I underestimated the damage that being possessed by a ghost would do to me. I was almost at my limit just now, and my soul took over my body on its own and squeezed her out.”

"We've asked almost everything we wanted to ask. Master Hu, are you alright?" Ma Dajun asked with a worried expression.

"It's alright, I'll rest for a few minutes first, then I'll send your daughter to be reincarnated." Hu Tudao waved his hand, then closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

"Then I'll have to trouble you, Master Hu. No rush, please take a rest first," Ma Dajun said respectfully, his face showing guilt.

“Master Hu… my sister appeared to me in a dream before, saying that she was harmed by a woman in a red dress. I want to know if that’s true?” Ma Jiabao bit his lip, stepped closer, and asked softly.

"Xiao Bao, can't you see how weak Master Hu is? All you do is make things worse." Ma Dajun pulled Ma Jiabao back and scolded him.

Hu Tudao opened his eyes, waved his hand, and said, "I have already looked into the matter. It's not like that. It was just a normal traffic accident."

Ma Jiabao was about to ask a question when Ma Dajun pulled him behind him and glared at him fiercely.

“Alright, it’s getting late. I’ll perform the ritual now to send your daughter to be reincarnated,” Hu Tudao said slowly as he stood up.