It was the paper effigy of a young boy that Baldy San used to take someone's life.
Xiuxiu suddenly shivered and pointed to the locust tree in the distance: "I just saw someone holding a paper baby in the shadow of the tree. The paper baby's hands were moving, just like in my dream."
Back at the shop, Yuan Ying had already arranged the sacrificial offerings of three kinds of animals in front of the shrine.
As she used a silver needle to pry open the skin behind Xiuxiu's ear and remove the blood-soaked paper figure, the image of Bald Lao San's diary was suddenly reflected in the bronze mirror.
"On the night of the fifteenth of July, a 'fetal soul jar' was found in a mass grave. The bottom of the jar was inscribed with 'Borrowing the Yin to return to the Yang, ten reincarnations'..."
Yuan Ying's pupils shrank sharply: "It really is a forbidden technique from the 'Luban Classic,' using a close relative's yin life to inherit the reincarnation of ten lifetimes, transferring one's own calamity to one's bloodline."
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That evening, Yuan Ying set up the Big Dipper Formation in the courtyard, had Xiu Xiu lie at the center of the formation, and then used cinnabar to recarve the hexagrams on the tortoise shell.
I asked Yuan Ying, "What about me?"
You don't need it for now!
Yuan Ying replied.
I don't need it for now?
To be honest, apart from the feeling that "someone" is tidying up my things every day, I don't have any particular feelings.
While I was lost in thought, I suddenly saw the paper-mache boys and girls on the shelf turn their heads all at once, and the blood lines in their eye sockets formed the character "债" (debt).
Even more horrifying, the paper stroller on the top floor began to turn on its own, its wheels rolling over the ground and leaving footprints that resembled baby footprints.
"Chen Yan, look at the tortoise shell!"
Yuan Ying's voice trembled.
When I got closer, Xiuxiu's birth date and time appeared on the surface of the tortoise shell, intertwined with Bald Lao San's name with a red thread, forming a hexagram resembling a noose.
“When a person born under the influence of Yin receives the reincarnation soul, it is equivalent to drawing a crack in the Book of Life and Death.”
She pointed to the cracks in the tortoise shell: "Xiuxiu is like a living paper doll now. Bald Laosan's ghost can possess her through any paper effigies."
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