The Last Train to Hell

The old yellow fox struggled for a while, but found that he couldn't get out, so he looked at me with his big eyes.

For the first time, I saw a pleading look in the yellow fox's eyes.

Li Xiangdong also came in at this time and snatched the yellow fox from my hand.

He held it in his arms and hugged it tightly, as if he was holding something very important.

"Brother Su, this is my family's guardian deity. My father rescued it when he was a child. This time it is also thanks to it at home, otherwise my father might have died a long time ago."

I looked at Li Xiangdong, and then at the old yellow fox.

Xiangdong had no reason to lie to me, so the smell in the house was related to the old yellow fox, but Uncle Li's current situation was not caused by it.

I didn't have any good way. Seeing that it was not time to leave the car, I called Master Lin to ask about the situation.

The phone rang for a while before it was picked up. After I heard Master Lin's voice, I hurriedly explained the current situation to him.

I am an outsider, and no matter how much I guess, I can't guess the truth of the matter.

Master Lin hesitated for a long time and didn't answer me how to deal with this matter.

I was a little impatient and asked again. This time Master Lin finally answered me.

"What did he go out to deal with? But did he come back in the middle of the night? If so, it means that two souls and one spirit were taken away. Now there are other evil spirits living in his body. I suggest you don't meddle in other people's business."

Master Lin's tone was very serious in the last sentence, as if he was warning me.

Before I could say anything, the phone was hung up.

I didn't have any good ideas now.

I suddenly thought of Lord Wuchang. If I asked Lord Wuchang to come and help, I should be able to solve the evil spirits in Uncle Li.

What is an evil spirit? What is the difference between it and a spirit?

I was very confused, but unfortunately Master Lin had hung up the phone, and I couldn't ask clearly.

"Prepare some yellow paper and ask Lord Wuchang to come up and see the situation. I don't have any good ideas."

Li Xiangdong looked disappointed, but he didn't refuse my request. Maybe he was trying his best.

After lighting the yellow paper, I invited Lord Wuchang at the door of Li's house and poured two bottles of white wine. This was what Lord Wuchang told me last time.

It's still good in the village. No one will care if I burn paper.

Thinking about the last time I burned paper to invite Lord Wuchang, I also alarmed the police uncle. I think this is the first time I was almost arrested at my age.

It didn't take long for Lord Wuchang to stop in front of me. It was the same two people last time.

Speaking of which, we are old acquaintances.

This time I prepared the wine in advance, which obviously made the two very satisfied.

After inviting the Black and White Wuchang into the house, I walked back and suddenly felt that I looked like a little eunuch just now.

Black and White Wuchang stood at the head of Uncle Li's bed. The two of them whispered to each other, and finally did nothing and returned.

"This matter is not something that we two brothers can solve, but the one lying on the bed is no longer a real living person, nor is he the original person. Even if we force him to stay, it will be useless."

The first half of the sentence was said to me, and the second half was said to the old yellow-skinned man.

The old yellow-skinned man squatted on the windowsill and bowed to Lord Wuchang.

After seeing Lord Wuchang off, I called Li Xiangdong outside.

I wanted to tell him to find a place to cremate Uncle Li and bury him as soon as possible.

Li Xiangdong smiled bitterly, and before I could say anything, he took the initiative to say, "In fact, the person on the bed is no longer my father, right?"

I nodded, knowing that Li Xiangdong was not feeling well now, so I didn't say anything else.

Without the old yellow-skinned man to extend his life, Uncle Li would die soon.

Uncle Li's good complexion during this period has nothing to do with the dead Liu Banxian and Zhang Pozi.

It was all because the old yellow-skinned man used his many years of practice to save Uncle Li's life.

It turns out that even beasts know how to repay their gratitude!

I was particularly emotional for a moment, and took the sickle I borrowed from the Li family and went home to clean up the grass in the yard.

Speaking of Uncle Li's current state, I felt uncomfortable. Uncle Li was already one of the few elders in the village.

Over the years, the elderly in the village have almost died. Even though Uncle Li is only fifty this year, he can be considered an old man.

The grass in the yard is very thick, and I haven't done the work of mowing the grass for a long time.

Now it looks like it's working, stumbling, slow, and particularly clumsy.

The phone rang suddenly, which really scared me.

I took out my phone, and I didn't see who called, and I answered the phone directly.

After the call was connected, there was no sound of talking, but a constant laughter.

The weird laughter never stopped, and I shouted.

The laughter stopped and turned into the sound of a bellows.

It was the sound of the bellows next to the big pot in the village.

If it was during cooking, hearing this kind of sound would not be surprising.

Hearing this kind of sound at this time really made people feel chilled.

I listened carefully again, and felt that it was different from the sound of the bellows.

It seemed to be the sound coming from a person's throat.

"Don't meddle in other people's business."

After saying this, the phone was hung up directly.

Although he didn't say what it was, I understood that he was warning me not to interfere in the affairs of the Li family.

I was warned by Master Lin once before, and now I was threatened by someone over the phone.

Everyone told me that the Li family's affairs were definitely not simple, and it was best not to ask about it.

I was unwilling to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

For a while, I felt really strange and indescribable.

When it was almost dawn, I finally cleared a way to go back home.

I walked into the house with my suitcase.

The house had not been occupied for many years, and to my surprise, there was not much dust.

A house that had not been occupied for many years would definitely accumulate a lot of dust, and there would be spider webs in the corners.

I coughed lightly and opened the window.

But I saw several palm-sized marks by the window.

The marks looked very strange, not like handprints or footprints, nor were they claws of any animal.

I cleaned the yard all night, and it was so deep that no one could get in.

So how did the marks on the windowsill come from, and who left them?

The sun rose, driving away the last trace of darkness, and I realized that I hadn't slept all night.

I was busy all night, but I didn't feel tired. I was cleaning the yard, and my mind was full of what happened.

Under the plum tree, the blind old man was waving a cattail leaf fan, using the plums that had just fallen from the tree.