Raising Ghosts Records

Chapter 31 Poor Granny
I called him uncle casually, and saw that he opened his eyes slightly, couldn't close his mouth, and moaned in pain.I asked him what was wrong with him, and his mouth moved slightly, his voice was lower than that of a mosquito and he couldn't hear it clearly.The old man raised his hand, probably wanting to show me where he was uncomfortable, but he didn't have the strength to lift his hand.

At this time, the grandma sighed. She said that she could eat and talk a while ago, but a few days ago, the old man said that he always had nightmares when he fell asleep, and he always dreamed that many people came into the room.These people look strange, some have snake heads, some have bull heads, and some have fox heads.He said that these strange people walked around his bed every day, sometimes crying bitterly, sometimes screaming strangely, pulling his ears, or sitting on his chest.

Grandma said that her old man was just dizzy and had a backache at the beginning. After dreaming about these strange people, he couldn’t get out of bed. Later, it was difficult for him to speak, and he could only eat a little porridge. .

I looked up at the surroundings of the room and the roof, then bit my lips, and said to Grandma that maybe I have a way to get rid of the ghosts in the nightmare, you just need to prepare me a piece of red cloth and an earthen jar.Because my uncle is sick and physically weak, these resentful spirits took advantage of the void and usually lurk in your house!I can only drive them away or catch them. As for my uncle's body, it's hard to say whether he can survive. Let's go down the mountain and find a doctor to come up and have a look!
Grandma was taken aback for a moment, then looked at me with a distrustful expression, and asked me where you, a child, got this ability. A while ago, she asked people from the mountain to come up to make medicinal soup and build bridges to send ghosts away. But the condition did not improve.

Grandma would suspect that I guessed it earlier, after all, there are many people who are in their teens, and there are basically no teens.So I no longer concealed it, saying that I was not lost, but came to the mountains at night to catch a ghost. I had already caught it but let it run away accidentally when I was taking a bath just now.

Grandma was dubious, and wanted to ask me something more, but in the end she swallowed the words again. She probably thought that there was no loss for me to try. She had no choice but to let me try. Believe me back.

Grandma said that I could wash and use the jar of pickled vegetables at home. There was a red dress in the wooden cabinet, and I cut a piece from it, and asked me if it was okay.

I don't know if it will work, so let's just use it!It's not a complicated matter for me to catch these wraiths, and I don't know about dancing masters, and I don't know how to ask a fairy to possess her.What I have to do is to lure these wraiths out, and then use a bronze knife to scare them into an appendage installed in a clay vat, and then seal it with a red cloth, just like catching mice.Don't underestimate the red cloth seal, it's like a monster using a power gateway, no matter how fierce it is, it dare not hit the power grid.

The preferred possession for these wraiths is the black baby corpse.This specially treated baby corpse is itself an excellent shelter for ghosts. Its nature is just like Tongtong's willow wooden figure, but compared with the wooden figure, it is much more high-end.

If my estimate is correct, those resentful spirits are attached to the fur of those animals during the day, and to lure them out, it will be the time when the cloudiness is the heaviest tomorrow night, that is, between eleven o'clock and one o'clock in the evening.In addition, after dawn, I have to go to recover the black baby's body. At this time, its function is added, that is, to use it to catch ghosts.

I don't worry about the little black kid being bitten by the eagle-billed turtle, because if the eagle-billed turtle is bitten by it, it will be difficult to let go, unless the eagle-billed turtle is dead, let alone What's more, it was a hawk-beaked turtle who was confused by Tongtong.The origin of this little ghost is different from that of the water ghost Tongtong. Even if it is fierce, it can only be harmful to people. To animals, it is just a mouse.Tongtong is different. He is like a king in the water. He has eaten more than a dozen virgins. It is the same as eating elixir in Journey to the West. His soul and body are as pure as Fuwa Fairy Tong, not this dirty little ghost. Comparable.Of course, it was her good fortune that Tongtong could eat more than a dozen virgin boys. After all, those who sneaked into the river to swim were all little kids, and it was not difficult to confuse them, and it was easy to drown them.

I climbed the mountain road for several hours, and I was already exhausted. In addition, I was wearing freshly washed clothes, which was no different from being in the rain. Grandma’s house had no clothes to wear, so I found a pair of big trousers and a sheet for me. A wooden plank was laid under the corner of the fur-covered wall, and I slept through the night.

This room is too hostile, and within a few minutes of falling asleep, I was crushed by ghosts. My mind was very clear, but I felt unable to move.I felt something digging into my ear with its claws, it tickled my ears but my body couldn't move at all, and then I felt something sitting on my chest, pressing me almost to suffocate.It didn't matter, and then another thing that seemed to be cold-blooded like a snake strangled my neck, which was extremely uncomfortable.Fortunately, with Tongtong's help, the ghost press receded in an instant, and I was woken up by Tongtong.Tongtong told me that this was just a dream mirror, and that I had a nightmare when I was disturbed by the hostile energy, not because of ghosts pressing on me, just like hallucinations caused by smelling poisonous gas.

It turned out to be like this, in order not to be disturbed by the ghost press, I used a bronze knife to draw a circle on the surrounding ground to surround myself, and maybe it would be effective to keep the hostility out.

Sure enough, after drawing a circle, the ghost press did not happen again. In addition to the exhaustion of running all night, I fell asleep after a while and slept until dawn.

After getting up in the morning and leaving the house, I found that this is not just a thatched hut, but also a few yellow fruit trees and a vegetable field behind the house.Grandma was preparing breakfast, and after a while she brought a large plate of steaming big potatoes and a plate of black bacon.Grandma told me that this is bamboo rat meat. Last year, dozens of them were caught and cured. Her old man usually eats it with wine, but her teeth have almost fallen out. It is too hard and has not been eaten.

Grandma gave me a big bowl of big potatoes. My stomach was growling with hunger, and I ate it with big mouthfuls. My tongue was almost burned.I put a piece of black bamboo rat bacon in my mouth, it was so delicious that it almost tasted like a grilled four-legged snake, but it was much more delicious.

During the meal, I asked my grandma if there was any family living at the bottom of the mountain. Grandma shook her head and said that they had a son who was fond of playing when he was 12 years old. He secretly dug peanuts to eat at the bottom of the mountain, but was bitten by a poisonous snake in the field and passed out. He fell to the ground and died without being noticed.It is precisely because of the loss of their son that life has no expectations and worries, and the fact that they are not getting enough to eat during the winter period, so they did not go down the mountain again, and the couple just hunted and grew vegetables on the mountain.In the 80s, they made a living by selling some mountain products, such as the fur and shells hanging on the wall, which were harvested for more than half a year last year.If these things are put into today, it is estimated that they can be sold for tens of thousands, but if they are really put into today, there are not so many animals for you to hunt, and many of them are protected by the state, so you dare not sell them.

After breakfast, I borrowed a rope and a chopping knife from my grandmother, came to the stream, and climbed up along the stream.After walking about 400 meters, we came to the bottom of a small waterfall.This waterfall is not big, as big as two quilts hanging, and the height is estimated to be about two floors.

I climbed to the top of the waterfall from one side, tied a tree with a rope, threw the other end of the rope under the waterfall, went back down again, took off my clothes and grabbed the rope to climb up.

I couldn't open my eyes from the huge impact of the water rushing down, and my shoulders seemed to be washed away by the water, and I couldn't climb up at all.I tried several times but couldn't climb up and had to give up. If Tongtong came, it would take until evening, and he should have come last night. It was too late.Reluctantly, I had no choice but to go back to my grandma's house, find a hoe, and go back to the waterfall to temporarily divert the water.After digging for an hour, a ditch five meters long, more than 30 centimeters deep, and more than one meter wide was dug out, which diverted half of the water flow and doubled the size of the waterfall.I just climbed up along the rope, and there were several cracks on the stone wall behind the waterfall, so I checked them one by one.Sure enough, in the third crack in the rock, I saw an eagle-billed turtle the size of a saucer, with a mouth similar to an eagle's beak biting the thigh of a black baby corpse.

I don't know why the baby's corpse jumped into the water last night. Is this a corpse fraud?Was it a spirit body or a corpse that was seen in the cemetery before? If it was a corpse, why did it get into the wooden box under the root of the tree without leaving traces?This is incomprehensible, even corpses can run away, it is estimated that this is a ghost produced by a more advanced method of raising ghosts, and only the old man who raises ghosts knows the secret.

I reached in and caught the eagle-billed turtle, and pulled it out together with the black baby's body. As a result, the eagle-billed turtle didn't let go at all, but I had no choice but to put them together in a bag and take them back to my grandma's house.

When I got home, I dumped the hawk-beaked turtle and the baby's corpse on the ground. Grandma's eyes widened and she asked curiously like a child.

I told her that this is the little ghost who escaped last night, and that it was able to be bitten by the eagle-billed turtle, all thanks to my help from the mountain god, Digong.I boasted about myself, and my grandma really believed me, and I became happy. She probably thought that I, an "expert", would definitely be able to cure her old man's illness.

The eagle-billed turtle never let go, and asked Grandma if there was anything she could do. Grandma came out with a pack of matches, rubbed and burned the eagle-billed turtle's tail, and it loosened its mouth.

This method is clever enough. After the eagle-billed turtle let go, I wrapped the little corpse with a piece of cloth and picked it up. Except for the bite marks on the legs, there was no damage. I threw it into the crock pot and sealed the mouth with a red cloth. .

As long as this kind of thing is caught and sealed with a red cloth, no matter how powerful the old ghost-raiser is, he will not be able to sense the breath of this little ghost. They have completely lost contact, and I don't have to worry about the old ghost-raiser finding this place.

(End of this chapter)