"Blanch it with well water on the 24th of the twelfth lunar month. If the ghost eats it, it will remember the things it cared about most in life. At that time, you can take the opportunity to ask it what you want to know, such as that Xiao He that it keeps talking about."
Then he took out a gourd-shaped tin can and poured some dark red powder into the pot.
"This is crape myrtle, a purple herb that has grown on the grave for three years. When dried and ground into powder, it can break obsessions."
I noticed a fresh bloodstain on the inside of his wrist, as if he had been scratched by something sharp.
"Brother Liu, your wrist..."
Before I could finish speaking, he tapped the back of my hand with a spatula.
"Look at the pot!"
He suddenly raised his voice.
Many tiny swirls appeared in the originally clear radish soup.
Each vortex reflects a different scene—
There were elderly people dressed in funeral clothes, wailing women, a burning car, and a man soaking wet.
But no one has a face.
I was wondering why the people here didn't have faces?
Liu Sandao said calmly, "These are my memories. You just need to remember that when many tiny whirlpools appear in the radish soup, that's when Su Mingyang's memories begin to surface. Don't panic, just watch carefully."
"Because ghosts can lie, but their memories of past lives cannot!"
As Liu Sandao spoke, he drew a Bagua (eight trigrams) on the surface of the soup with a peach wood spatula: "After he eats this dish tonight, you can keep an eye on it and you'll understand. If that doesn't work, just ask him how he died."
"But Master Jin said that the cause of death cannot be asked when summoning the soul..."
My words were interrupted by Liu Sandao.
"That's a necromancy!"
He took out a copper bell from his pocket, with a strand of white hair wrapped around the clasp.
“Summoning a soul requires a soul-guiding banner, and asking about the cause of death will cause the soul to leave the body. But my soul-summoning technique is different. I use fireworks from the mortal world to draw out the obsessions of the spirits, just like using live bait when fishing.”
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