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Zhang Dingfu hugged the baby tightly and ran home anxiously. As soon as he entered the house, he gently put the baby on the bed and then broke the lock on the closet without hesitation.

When the door was opened, an old and mysterious smell came to his face. Zhang Dingfu looked closely and saw that it was filled with various items: Dharma images, incense burners, brushes, cinnabar, yellow paper, etc. He quickly reached out and grabbed the brushes, cinnabar, and yellow paper, and spread them neatly on the other side of the bed.

At this moment, Yan Junge followed into the room. He noticed the items on the bed at a glance, and then looked at the statues in the closet, and immediately understood everything. Yan Junge did not speak, but walked forward silently.

Zhang Dingfu bent down and began to draw the talisman with full concentration, without even looking at Yan Junge. His movements were skillful and focused, as if the world around him had nothing to do with him. "Take off the baby's clothes, and get a rooster and a little black dog."

Yan Junge did not doubt him and took action immediately. He quickly and gently took off the baby's clothes, his eyes fell on the dark blue pinch mark on the baby's neck, and endless anger surged in his heart.

He clenched his fists tightly, wishing he could immediately find the murderer who hurt the baby and cut them into pieces, but he knew that the most important thing now was to follow Zhang Dingfu's instructions and not waste time.

"Okay, I'll be back soon." Yan Junge was in an extremely heavy mood. He responded and quickly walked out of the house to look for the rooster and the little black dog.

The rustling sound of the brush rubbing against the paper finally stopped. The written yellow talisman was blown dry, rolled into a thin roll and stuffed into the baby's ears and under the tongue. Then two bristles of the brush that had just been used to draw the talisman were pulled off and the end covered with cinnabar was stuffed into the baby's nostrils.

He picked up the brush again, staring intently at the baby's thin and pale body. The room was quiet, he tried to breathe steadily, and held the brush tightly in his hand so as not to lose control.

The tip of the pen gently touched the snow-white skin without any pause or hesitation, and each stroke flashed a faint golden light. As time passed, complex curse marks covered the baby's small body.

Finally, he finished the last stroke, but he didn't dare to relax. He put down the brush and touched the baby's pale face lovingly. His fingertips touched the purple pinch marks on the neck, and his fists clenched.

There was a sound of the courtyard door being pushed open, and Zhang Dingfu looked at Yan Junge, who was holding a rooster in his arms, looking a little embarrassed, and a black dog in his arms.

Yan Junge also saw him and said anxiously, "These are the ones, right?"

"Okay!" He took the rooster and put it in the chicken coop on the side, and tied the black dog aside.

After finishing everything, Zhang Dingfu looked at Yan Junge again, "I believe you really love the baby, and I need your help now!"

In tacit understanding, Yan Junge did not ask any more questions, but nodded heavily.

After that, Yan Junge did whatever Zhang Dingfu arranged.

First, clean up the main room, remove the extra tables and stools, spread a straw mat, quilt, and small pillow on the ground, and then place the baby on top. Light a perpetual lamp and place it in the open space behind the baby, adding plenty of lamp oil so that the baby's ghost can remember the way home.

In addition to the incense burner, there are also many candies and toys in front, which are the babies' favorites.

Zhang Dingfu calculated with a gloomy face, and then wrote many yellow talismans and handed them to Yan Junge, "Paste these well, and don't leave any missing ones except the front door."

"Okay!" Yan Junge took the talisman paper and pasted it from the back room to the front yard, even on the windows and the courtyard wall. After finishing everything, he returned to the house. At this time, Zhang Dingfu had already changed into a Taoist robe and was wiping the peach wood sword in his hand. He hesitated but still spoke, "We want to guide the soul for the baby!"

"You are quite smart. Go and pick some willow branches before it gets dark."

"Okay!" Yan Junge nodded and quickly left the yard. Not long after he left, he found that people outside were not idle during this period. During the commotion, after Widow Li pointed out, the villagers who came to the house to make trouble and raped her were arrested, and Wang Hu's body was also taken away.

Wang Cuifen and Yang Mei were beaten black and blue, but they refused to admit to killing the baby. The village chief directly explained what he saw at the time, so the two were also handcuffed and taken away for investigation.

In the past, Yan Junge would have gone over there to give a statement or explain the matter, but now the baby's matter was the most important. Without staying for long, he found a big willow tree by the river, pulled a few willow branches, and walked back quickly.

Not long after, Old Zhang came to his senses. Zhang Dingfu simply told him his plan. The two argued for a long time, and finally Old Zhang nodded with tears in his eyes.

Yan Junge put down the willow branch and sat in silence with Old Zhang, his eyes always fixed on the lying baby.

The sun sets, and the afterglow dyes half the sky red. The sun gradually sinks to the west, the birds return to their nests, the wind dies down, and as the last ray of sunset disappears, the world falls into complete darkness.

I always feel that today is a little colder than usual!

Zhang Dingfu took out two bamboo baskets with white soul-calling banners hanging on them, and two pieces of talisman paper with the baby's birth date written on them, and gave them to Yan Junge and Old Zhang respectively. "Go to where the baby might be, ring the bell, and chant the baby's name to call his soul back home."

"Okay!" The two took it and were about to leave, but Zhang Dingfu called out to them from behind and warned them, "Today is the 15th day of the seventh month, the gates of hell are wide open, and there are many wandering ghosts outside. If someone calls your name from behind, don't look back!"

"Don't worry!" Although Old Zhang didn't have much magic power, he still knew some things. He carried the soul-calling banner on his back, rang the bell with his right hand, and scattered paper money with his left hand. "I'll go east and you go west." After saying that, he went out first.

"Gudong!" Yan Junge swallowed hard, his Adam's apple rolling. He was obviously a little nervous, but he still nodded vigorously, "Don't worry!"

After seeing the two men off, Zhang Dingfu killed the rooster and the black dog he had found during the day. Although he had made all the preparations, he still felt a little unsure.

He had not recovered from his poor health before, so he was lucky to be able to use 30% of his magic power. In addition, in the 15th day of the seventh month, the gates of hell opened, and wandering ghosts roamed the world, so he had to be on guard.

There are good and bad people, and ghosts are naturally divided into good and evil. The baby's birth date is special, and his extremely yin constitution is more likely to be psychic. If the evil ghost takes advantage of the opportunity to possess the baby, the consequences will be disastrous.

On the other side, Old Zhang walked eastward, looking for the place he had taken the baby to before. He rang a bell with his right hand and scattered paper money with his left hand, muttering, "Baby, baby, come back soon, don't be afraid, grandpa is here!"

"Baby, baby, come back soon, don't be afraid, grandpa is here!"

A gust of wind blew by, and Old Zhang raised his sleeve to cover his eyes. When he put it down again, he was startled. About five or six meters ahead, a dozen people appeared, no, they were ghosts, staggering towards this side.

As for how he knew it was a ghost and not a human, the old man with a white beard who was hunched over in the team just died last year, and he even went to the banquet.

He took a deep breath, ignored them and continued walking forward. The moment they passed by each other, Old Zhang breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey! Isn't this Lao Zhang?"

"!!!"