Chapter 127 Burning Paper Money (Update 1) Those whose names are called come and receive the money...
On nights when the yin is strong and the yang is weak, the connection between body and soul becomes more unstable when a living being dreams than during the day. Furthermore, once in sleep, a living being's consciousness is less clear, making it easier for a strange evil spirit to seize a living person's soul.
Wang Hexu was harmed by this and fell into the evil spirit's trap, losing his soul.
Li Xiaotong once again asked the most important question:
"Then how do we find this child's soul?"
"Look for it where you lost it."
Lin Zhuyue took a bottle of happy water from the coffee table and stuffed it into the tool bag, saying,
"But there may not be any results tonight, because this K3 road is a bit unusual. It doesn't seem like the evil spirits we usually encounter. We need to investigate before taking any action."
"Please send me the news report about the K3 road accident and the location as well."
Shi Can took out the talisman paper and lightning wood from the tool kit, took Wang Hexu in his arms, and said,
"Come on, little brother, let's go to your room and set it up so you can have a good, dreamless sleep tonight."
Shi Can placed a peace charm in Wang Hexu's room and burned three pieces of talisman paper, dissolving them in water. He then took Wang Hexu's hand, dipped it in the talisman water, and drew a few strokes on the back of the lightning-struck wood. Then, Shi Can used the lightning-struck wood to set up a warding array. Tonight, anyone with ill intentions towards the person whose name was written on the back of the lightning-struck wood would be intercepted by the array and struck by purple lightning.
Shi Can took another handful of Wang Hexu's hair and a drop of blood.
After doing all this, Lin Zhuyue and Shi Can left Wang Hexu's house. After using the car navigation to locate the location sent by Wang Donglai, they stepped on the accelerator and left Qianyuan Community.
Dongli City has been completely shrouded in darkness.
As the rush hour gradually passed, the number of vehicles on the road began to decrease. Under the warm street lights, many people were taking a walk after dinner.
However, as Lin Zhuyue and Shi Can gradually approached the crash site of the K3 bus and got farther and farther away from the city, the road began to become quiet and even the street lights became dim.
"Although investigating first before taking action is the safest approach."
Lin Zhuyue was a little uneasy and said,
"However, the soul that has left the body must be retrieved as soon as possible. Even an hour or a day of delay will cause harm to the living person. It does not conform to the principle of 'human rights first'."
"Of course we have to investigate before we take action," Shi Can said, "but reclaiming the soul cannot wait until after the investigation."
Lin Zhuyue asked, "Are you sure?"
Shi Chan answered simply: "I'm not sure, I'll take a gamble."
Shi Chan stopped the car at a turn at an intersection.
On the curb at the intersection, there are several black stains, the scorch marks left by burning paper money. This is the site of the K3 bus crash, and it's not hard to imagine that the victims' families are here to offer paper money for their deceased loved ones.
Shi Can and Lin Zhuyue got out of the car at the same time, took out a compass from the tool kit in the trunk, and approached the scorch marks at the intersection.
"The reaction was very strong. It was a supernatural reaction caused by the activity of the soul of the deceased."
Shi Chan quickly assessed the current situation.
"Every burn mark has a similar supernatural reaction, some new and some old. This means that every time we burn paper, there are dead souls coming to collect the paper money."
Lin Zhuyue took out yellow paper from the trunk and counted out five sheets.
When others burn yellow paper, they burn it by the knife. Each knife makes a thick stack, and they burn three to five knives at a time.
Lin Zhuyue burned only five pieces of yellow paper.
She is not stingy.
The yellow paper the spiritualist brought from the Celestial City had been blessed on the altar. In the eyes of spirits and gods, a single sheet of this paper was worth more than a whole stack of ordinary yellow paper. Lin Zhuyue counted out five sheets of yellow paper, which was enough to move even the most difficult and greedy souls.
Lin Zhuyue folded five pieces of yellow paper, picked up a pair of well-maintained old scissors and began to cut copper coins on the yellow paper. After a while, strings of yellow paper copper coins were cut.
Shi Can picked up a stick from the green belt on the side of the road. He wrapped the bottom of the stick with talisman paper and lit the talisman paper with a lighter. After a while, the talisman paper burned out and the bottom of the stick was also burnt black.
Shi Can took the stick and used the burnt end to draw a circle on the ground. He took the paper coins that Lin Zhuyue had cut and set them on fire inside the circle.
Several gusts of cold wind came from afar, rushing greedily and eagerly towards the burning copper coins, but after approaching the circle drawn by Shi Chan, they could only stop helplessly and turn back.
"Hey - don't go -"
Shi Can took out the Bagua bag he had prepared long ago and said,
"The spiritual master's rule is that any souls encountered must either be liberated or suppressed. They must never be ignored. You lonely ghosts, do you prefer the afterlife, or do you prefer playing with your brothers in the Demon-Suppressing Well?"
"Life inside the Demon-Suppressing Well is actually quite interesting. Every year I throw some mahjong and poker cards in there. Last year I even gave them a set of Monopoly and a set of Three Kingdoms Kill."
As Shi Can spoke, he put the wandering ghosts that came with the smell of money into the Bagua bag.
Lin Zhuyue sighed and thought:
Could you please talk less trash?
After dealing with the money-stealing ghosts, the ghosts who really needed to collect the paper money appeared.
The night was filled with fog and the fire became a beacon.
The silver-blue bus, emitting an unreal glow, drove through the night fog towards the fire. Its headlights were clearly on, but they cast no light. The air was deep, quiet, and dark.
The bus stopped in front of Lin Zhuyue and Shi Can.
The front door of the car opened.
The train was full, or rather, extremely crowded, much like the nationally famous Guangzhou Line 3. On a train like this, men and women alike would be groped—because they were so packed together, everyone was groped, and everyone was groped.
Lin Zhuyue discovered something was wrong.
The victims of the K3 road rollover and fire incident included nine people, including the passengers and the driver. Nine people couldn't even fill half of the car.
Why are there so many people on this K3 road?
Where did the extra passengers come from?
The driver turned to look at Lin Zhuyue and Shi Can.
Wang Hexu always said that he couldn't see the driver's facial features clearly.
But in fact, the driver has no facial features at all, he only has a paper face, he is a paper man. Many of the "people" in the car are also paper men like the driver.
The driver asked, "Would you like to get in?"
"Get in the car, I'm here to give you money."
Shi Can pulled up the list of victims from his phone and said,
"I'll call the name and you can come down to collect the money."
Lin Zhuyue tiptoed to the trunk of the car, took out a Bagua bag from his tool kit, and twisted the Bagua mirror on the yellow bag into an angle with the dry position facing upwards.
Shi Can said, "Yao Bichen."
A translucent woman in salesperson's clothes and high heels stood up from the bus seat, walked through the crowded crowd, got off the bus, embraced a ball of gray air from the smoke of burning paper money, and turned back to the bus.
This woman was different from the others in the car. She was not a paper figure. She had facial features, and her face and body were covered with scars and blood. Her eyes were dark, and her figure was vague. She was a typical deceased person.
Shi Can read again: "Zhu Guanglian."
A young man with a shoulder bag got off the car. He looked very similar to the woman just now. He was injured and bleeding a lot. His face was burned and bloody, but at least it was not a paper face.
Lin Zhuyue put his hands behind his back and observed everything.
The souls whose names Shican called down had yin energy on them, but those paper figures had no yin energy at all.
Lin Zhuyue had some ideas in his mind - the passengers on the K3 bus with faces were the souls of the dead, while those with paper faces were a kind of evil spirit other than the souls of the dead.
Shi Can was caught off guard and said, "Wang Hexu."
A frail, vacant-looking young man staggered down from the car and walked toward the nearly burned paper money. He was about to do the same as the two men before him, picking up the smoke and returning to the car.
Lin Zhuyue quickly took out the Bagua bag from behind and directly put Wang Hexu's soul into it.
All the paper figures in the car moved.
Shi Can immediately took out the paper figurine he had made in advance. This paper figurine was cut out of white paper. Shi Can used colored pencils to draw clothes on it and painted a blush on its cheeks. He pasted the hair cut from Wang Hexu's head on the back of the paper figurine's head, poked two small holes in its eyes with a needle, and finally dripped blood on the paper figurine's heart.
The paper figures, representing Wang Hexu's living soul, took steps and staggered onto the car. The restless paper figures sat down and stared ahead, seemingly unaware of anything unusual.
Shi Chan called out the name of the next victim...
The souls of the nine victims are still there.
After they collected the money, they returned to the car and K3 road started moving again, heading into the endless night fog.
Lin Zhuyue and Shi Can got into the car they had driven, fastened their seatbelts, and headed back towards Qianyuan Community. Their first priority now was to return the soul they had retrieved to its body.
During this period, Ye Yangjia sent a message to Shi Can, asking how their mission was going.
Shi Can was driving and it was inconvenient for him to reply, so he threw the phone to Lin Zhuyue and said:
"Tell him how we achieved our first great victory."
Lin Zhuyue did as he was told.
Ye Yangjia: [Fuck, you two are gamblers, right?]
Shi Chan snatched the phone back and made a voice call.
"How can I be a dog? I'm obviously a cute long-legged Maine Coon cat. My girlfriend isn't a dog either, she's a flame-patterned bi-color Ragdoll cat."
Ye Yangjia was silent for a moment, then said, "...I've always thought you were more like one of those curly-haired cats worth seventy thousand yuan, incredibly exquisite."
"I'm definitely a cat person, not a dog person."
Shi Can said proudly,
"What do you think of my partner and I's operation?"
Ye Yangjia: “…”
He didn't want to admit it, but he had to say that Lin Zhuyue and Shi Can's operation was really amazing and cool. Just based on such a cool operation, even if the mission failed, they could still get high praise.
The call was quickly hung up.
Lin Zhuyue and Shi Can did not feel relieved after successfully recovering Wang Hexu's soul.
There are nine other souls in the car that need to be dealt with.
However, they didn't want to make any major changes before the investigation was complete, which would increase the difficulty of the mission. Therefore, they prioritized emergency care and only brought back Wang and Xu's living souls. They still had to take care of the remaining souls. After all, they had died in an accident and held deep resentment. If they left them alone, problems would inevitably arise. It was just that the situation wasn't that urgent.
Lin Zhuyue said gloomily:
"Paper Man Bus, I've never heard of it before. What the hell is that thing?"
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