Chapter 22
After the last two paper figures, one red and one green, were destroyed, Yu Tu calmed down.
He expressionlessly threw away the "pizza board" in his hand that had cracked in the middle of pounding paper and stabbing people, then turned around and saw An Jiajia holding the purification rune, staring at him blankly.
Some of the black balls were squatting on An Jiajia's head, some were hanging on her shoulders, some were wrapped in the tassels of her skirt, and some were hiding in the black holes of the tower-shaped pillars. When they saw Yu Tu looking at them, the black balls collectively let out a low "ah".
Yu Tu: “…”
Did he spoil the child?
"Ahem." Yu Tu coughed lightly, "It's wrong to hit people, baby, don't learn it."
"Yeah", "Wow", "Jigu"
Yu Tu heard a few scattered responses.
At this time, the language barrier problem was revealed—he really couldn't understand.
Yu Tu took a few steps forward, and some of the black mass on An Jiajia's body suddenly rushed over, stretching out its tiny little claws and crawling on him, as if he was a human cat scratching board.
Yu Tu asked the baby spirits to help untie five hemp ropes from the beams and tied up the three men and two women who were still unconscious. As for Feng Cong who had turned into a corpse, Yu Tu didn't know where his soul went after the paper-made man carrier was destroyed.
After tying up everyone, Yu Tu turned around and asked, "What about Feng Cong?"
Afraid that An Jiajia might be unfamiliar with the name, Yu Tu added: "It's the one lying next to you in the coffin."
"Funeral hall, red, silk...contract———" An Jiajia's voice was affected by the rice bran, so she spoke very slowly, only one or two words at a time, "Burn."
"Okay." Yu Tu nodded, turned around and walked out. The night fog outside was getting thicker and thicker. He left for a while and then turned back. "The night fog affects people's sense of direction. I can't go to the Feng family."
Yu Tu said: "An Jiajia, I need you to lead the way."
Yu Tu was brought here by the baby spirits before. They had been trapped in the old building. But after the intersection of the two missions caused changes, the baby spirits were able to possess special objects to get out. But now a total of six paper dolls have been torn into pieces by them, and it is estimated that they can no longer be used.
An Jiajia did not agree immediately. She stared at Yu Tu with bloodshot eyes.
The night fog does affect people's vision and senses, but Yu Tu is not completely helpless. He just doesn't feel comfortable leaving An Jiajia with these people.
The approaching seventh day is like a sword of Damocles hanging over one's head, and no one knows when it will explode. Yu Tu believes that An Jiajia wants to look forward, but the hatred in her heart is always a huge hidden danger.
While waiting for An Jiajia to make a decision, a black ball the size of a fingernail jumped onto a bamboo stick at her feet. The finger-long bamboo stick stood up in the air and jumped to the threshold with a "clack". Under the gaze of the two of them, the bamboo stick hit the threshold with a "bang", and a dizzy black ball fell off the bamboo stick.
Yu Tu bent down, picked up the small black ball from the ground, rubbed it, and placed it a little away from the threshold.
The baby spirits really wanted to help An Jiajia, but the debris on the ground was obviously not enough for them to leave the old building.
Perhaps An Jiajia was touched by the scene before her, or perhaps for other reasons, she turned her head and stared at the unconscious people who were tied up with ropes for a while, and finally walked towards the gate.
"We will call the police after daybreak." Yu Tu did not ask her why she wanted to see those scumbags. "Go and solve the problem now, and come back after solving it. The baby spirits will watch them and will not let them escape."
An Jiajia stepped over the threshold, and Yu Tu heard her say "hmm" very softly.
She walked forward, and Yu Tu followed her. After a few steps, Yu Tu turned back with a sense of something. He saw a pile of black balls piled up inside the doorway, forming a mountain. Yu Tu waved to them and said, "We'll be back soon."
Many small claws stretched out from the Tuantuan Mountain and waved in the air to express their response.
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Passing through the thick night fog, Yu Tu and An Jiajia arrived at the Feng family's mourning hall. According to the custom of Huailin Town, the body of a person will be kept for seven days after death, and the door of the mourning hall will not be closed at night to prevent the deceased soul from finding its way home.
This custom saved Yu Tu from the trouble of figuring out how to enter the Feng family.
Two rows of white candles as thick as forearms were lit from the door to the corners of the lobby. Wreaths were placed behind the candles, like a white ocean. A luxurious single coffin was quietly placed in the center, looking extremely eerie in the night mist and candlelight, as if the coffin lid would be opened at any time and the things inside would jump out immediately.
Yu Tu opened the coffin lid, and a hand suddenly grabbed his face from inside.
An Jiajia, who was standing nearby, grabbed the arm, lifted the person out of the coffin and threw him onto the burning candles with a loud bang.
It might be that the groom was also turned into a ghost by An Jiajia's resentment, so when he was thrown onto the candle, the candle not only did not ignite him, but went out automatically.
Yu Tu heard An Jiajia's "tsk" sound and looked a little dissatisfied.
Yu Tu was in awe of her fighting ability.
The ghost could not get rid of the shackles by itself. After An Jiajia knocked the groom away, she signaled Yu Tu to pick up the red silk from the coffin. Yu Tu bent down and reached into the coffin, then took out a big red flower with a heart-shaped knot, with long ribbons hanging at both ends.
Yu Tu took the red flower in his hand, took out a lighter from his pajamas pocket and lit the red silk strap. He didn't know if it was because it had become a ghost's [shackle], but it took a long time for the fire to burn even though it was just ordinary cloth. In addition, it emitted an extremely unpleasant smell during the burning process, just like the smell of fermented dead fish and shrimps by the pond in summer multiplied by ten.
"This smells too bad!" Yu Tu wailed in despair and threw the red silk in a place that would not ignite the surrounding objects but was farthest away from him. He was still so suffocated that he wanted to vomit.
After lighting the red candle, he went to look for the contract that An Jiajia mentioned and found it under their pillows.
The contract is a marriage certificate, in duplicate.
Written in bright red ink on the dark red paper is:
[Happy today that the ceremony is over, good luck has come
Poetry of Guanju, Song of Songs
Ruiye's five generations of prosperity, auspicious opening of the two southern
With one heart and one mind, it is a good match for the family...】
Yu Tu only glanced at it quickly, and before he finished reading it, he took out his lighter to light it. The sight made him feel sick.
The purpose of a marriage certificate is to witness the happiness of a couple holding hands and growing old together, not to become a chain that binds two people who have nothing in common together, separated by life and death.
The marriage certificate, no, the contract smelled equally bad after being burned. Yu Tu felt like he was about to be suffocated to death here.
Yu Tu, who was holding his breath, heard An Jiajia's voice: "It's burnt, the smell... is gone."
Take a look at the slowly burning red silk.
Take another look at the slowly burning marriage certificate.
Yu Tu: “…”
People will burst out with infinite wisdom in desperate situations. The little handicraft master Yu Tu decisively went to the side to take down a wreath, first tore off the elegiac couplet with words on it, rolled it into a ball and threw it aside. While tearing it, he vaguely glanced at the content on it -
"Why should I blame others? I can only pity my gray-haired parents, who adopted a smart son but ended up with misfortune. Death has existed since ancient times, and I sigh that the rise and fall is fleeting. It is even more tragic for you to fall."
Yu Tu: “…6.”
How confident are their family members to use this elegiac couplet? With Feng Cong's character, is he worthy of it?
While Yu Tu was secretly complaining in his heart, he kept working with his hands. After taking things apart and patching them up, he soon made a simple fan. Holding the fan in his hand, he squatted beside Honglu and the marriage certificate and began to accelerate artificially.
The groom Feng Cong saw his series of actions, including burning red silk, burning the marriage certificate, removing the wreath, and tearing up the funeral couplets. He lay in the pile of candles with his face blurred, and dared not say a word.
Seeing the red ribbon and the marriage certificate about to be burned in the stench, Yu Tu turned around and asked An Jiajia: "Do you want to burn this?"
Yu Tu pointed in the direction of the groom.
An Jiajia: “……?”
Who of us is the better one? !
But I have to say, his question made An Jiajia a little excited. If killing a person would bring about a blood debt, would killing a ghost also bring about the same?
An Jiajia looked at him with bloodshot eyes.
Yu Tu: "...I don't know. I just came into contact with the inner world. How about waiting until tomorrow morning when the fog has cleared and my cell phone has a signal, and then I'll ask a professional?"
An Jiajia nodded, her bun-like hair trembling, and it looked like she really wanted to be roasted.
Groom Feng Cong: “……?”
The resentment in his heart grew stronger, but he still dared not move.
After the red silk and the marriage certificate were burned out, there was not a trace of ash left on the ground. The stench of dead fish and rotten shrimps was also swept away in an instant. Yu Tu felt that he could finally breathe.
The strange and uncomfortable aura of An Jiajia disappeared along with the dark red pattern on her wedding dress. Yu Tu guessed that this should be a symbol of the [shackles] being unlocked.
Because he didn't know how to deal with the groom Feng Cong, Yu Tu picked up the rope that was thrown aside after entering the mourning hall. Just in case, while An Jiajia was hesitating, Yu Tu asked the baby spirits to go to the beams and pull a few more hemp ropes for him. These ropes that had been in the old building for a long time and were accompanying ghosts must have been contaminated with negative energy, so they were perfect for dealing with ghosts.
An Jiajia was shocked on the sidelines. Yu Tu tied Feng Cong up like a hemp rice dumpling, then found what looked like his mouth on his blurred face and stuffed the elegiac couplet that had just been thrown away into his mouth. He then threw him back into the coffin and closed the lid.
Except for the fact that there was one wreath missing from the corner and a few extinguished candles by the wall, everything was the same as before they arrived.
Yu Tu and An Jiajia returned to the old building together, and those scumbags had already woken up.
The carriers of their souls were smashed to pieces. Although their bodies were not affected, the feeling of being torn apart bit by bit could be imprinted on their souls. In short, their bodies were fine, but their souls suffered a mental torture.
Death is not a pleasant feeling. The five men were so scared that they answered almost everything Yu Tu asked.
From their disjointed, incoherent, and unfocused explanations, Yu Tu finally figured out the whole story.
The origin of this incident was that Feng Wei's only grandson Feng Cong secretly drove his father Feng Sheng's motorcycle out for racing during the summer vacation. He had a car accident while driving in the wrong direction and died on the spot.
After the news reached back to the Feng family, the old couple, who had always treated their grandson as a treasure, could not accept it. They cried and fainted several times before they were forced to accept the fact.
Because Feng Sheng's wife divorced him and he has not been able to find a suitable person for a second marriage, Feng Cong became the only child in their family. He was given whatever he wanted and had no choice but to follow his habits.
They finally accepted the fact that Feng Cong was dead, but they were worried that he would be alone in the underworld, so they wanted to find him a wife to serve him in the underworld. So they secretly inquired around and contacted Sister Hong and Brother Rong to arrange a ghost marriage for Feng Cong.
They required a girl who was about the same age as Feng Cong, with a decent appearance. They did not want ashes, but an intact body. Because their requirements were relatively high, they gave 28,000 yuan as a matchmaker gift and the girl's side gave 66,000 yuan as a "bride price" - and An Jiajia was unlucky enough to be targeted because of this 94,000 yuan.
Two years ago, she was in an accident and injured both her legs. She was forced to use a wheelchair. Because people would look at her strangely if she sat in a wheelchair in the city, she returned to her hometown to live with her elderly grandparents.
Not long after An Jiajia was targeted, she "slipped" and fell into the water and died. Her grandparents were so heartbroken that they fell ill. Her grandparents were also hospitalized upon hearing the sad news about her. Her parents had to take care of their elderly parents and deal with her funeral, so they could only bury An Jiajia in a hurry.
After they buried An Jiajia, Sister Hong and Brother Rong secretly dug out her body and transported it to the Feng family in Huailin Town, where they arranged a ghost marriage with Feng Cong.
In order to find a wife for Feng Cong, the old couple of the Feng family spent most of their life savings. Old Mrs. Feng was both feudal and superstitious and hated An Jiajia for making their family spend so much money, so she had to stuff her mouth with bran and cover her face with hair.
It was this action that became the last straw that broke the camel's back for An Jiajia's resentment after her death, and activated the D-level mission [Blood Wedding Dress].
After hearing this story, Yu Tu felt angry, but also felt deeply helpless and sad.
The feudal superstition that he could not understand ruined the life of a young girl. Although An Jiajia could still become a ghost cultivator in the future, this was a choice she had no choice but to make.
If you can be a human, who wants to be a ghost?
He suddenly remembered the message that someone had sent him using Gu Hongying's account, saying that "feudal superstition is not desirable." Perhaps the feudal superstition that person was talking about was not referring to the existence of the other world, but to these dregs.
Yu Tu looked at the five people tied up with ropes, three men and two women. One was Feng Cong's grandfather Feng Wei, one was Feng Wei's wife Lin Cui, one was Feng Wei's father Feng Sheng, one was Sister Hong, and one was Brother Rong. The five people huddled together, and each of them had an expression of extreme fear on their face.
It turns out that when the butcher's knife and retribution fall on their heads, the wicked will also be afraid.
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After all this trouble, it was dawn outside and a faint light was coming in.
But the mist not only did not dissipate, but became even thicker. When I walked and breathed, the mist seemed to penetrate into my body.
Yu Tu walked a few steps outside and soon returned to the old building. He took out his mobile phone and found that the phone, which had no signal since last night, still had no signal.
Yu Tu turned his head and pointed at the white mist outside the door: "Did you do this?"
An Jiajia blinked her bloodshot eyes, and after a while, she went out for a walk.
When she came back, Yu Tu saw a look of confusion on her pale face.
Yu Tu: “…”
Good news: Bai Wu has nothing to do with An Jiajia.
Bad news: Bai Wu has nothing to do with An Jiajia.
This strange white fog that came from nowhere trapped them in the old building.
Yu Tu and An Jiajia, carrying a black ball on their heads, squatted at the doorstep in a cat-like posture, looking up at the thick white fog with melancholy expressions.
Only the baby spirits were free of worries, sliding down the slide while grabbing their hair.