Those years when I was a tool person

A major event happened in Wangshan County recently. The only son of the well-known wealthy family in the county, the old man of the Wei family, died.

Regarding this son of the Wei family who died young, his name is well known in Wangshan, not for anything else, just because he is a famous medicine jar.

There is also an inside story.

It is said that the old man of the Wei family had his roots hurt when he was young, and he finally had such a son when he was old. Unfortunately, his status was not right. The son's mother was a new concubine.

In order to give his baby son the status of a legitimate son, so that he can inherit his family business in a legitimate way, the old man of the Wei family persuaded his original wife to let her take the child under his knees.

As for Mr. Wei's own mother, according to the servant girl who was serving him at the time, when he was born, the lowly girl was so angry and anxious because she saw her child being taken away, she didn't come up with a breath, so she just died on the ground. On the delivery bed.

The Wei family thought it was unlucky, so they pulled out of the city and buried him that night.

Young Master Wei's full moon wine was very grand, and many important figures from Wangshan County went there.After a day of flying dogs and dogs, in the depths of winter, the young man who was carried in and out by Mrs. Wei's family and showed him to the guests developed a high fever without accident.

His body has never recovered from this illness.

Reluctantly took medicine to support him until he was 20 years old, but he still couldn't make it through this summer.

It's night, Wei family mourning hall.

There was a gust of evil wind in the courtyard, and a night watchman knelt on the ground and rubbed his arms uncomfortably. For some reason, it suddenly became so cold.

Even though it was midsummer, he had goose bumps all over his body.

The wind blew into the mourning hall, and the white curtains hanging on both sides of the door swelled and fluttered, making a "squeaky" sound.

"It's really evil, it can't be haunted." The servant couldn't help muttering.

As he spoke, he didn't see a figure standing in front of the coffin not far from him, his eyes were open, and he didn't have the expression he should have.

The candle flame flickered a few times, and the light reflected on the figure's face, and his appearance was vaguely seen, exactly the same as the young man lying in the coffin.

His eyebrows were long, and his face was pale because he hadn't seen the sun all year round, because he lost his blood color, it was more like a blank paper.

"bell bell"

There was a crisp bell sound from nowhere, the young man suddenly moved, his head turned mechanically, and looked in the direction of the sound.

Slowly, his slack gaze gradually gathered, and a confused look appeared on his face.

His eyes fell on the corpse in the coffin, his pupils shrank slightly, and after a while, he sighed: "Yes, I'm already dead..."

Two candles were lit on the altar behind the coffin, and an ebony tablet was placed in the middle, carved with fine lines of lotus flowers, and the inscription "Aizi Weishang's Spirit Tablet" was written on it.

The young man roughly looked around the mourning hall, and the bell next to his ear rang again.

He tried to move his steps and walked out of the mourning hall step by step.

He raised his head, and there happened to be a dark cloud covering the moonlight. He had been bedridden for 20 years, and this was the first time he walked out of Wei's house by himself.

He had never experienced the feeling of not being entangled in pain, and now he suddenly became as light as a swallow, and his steps were brisk.

Xunsheng walked out of Wei's house, and he saw the man in black hiding half of his body in the shadow of the alley corner.

The man in black's face was as pale as his, "Who is here?"

The voice was cold, with an inexplicable magic power, which made the young man involuntarily answer truthfully: "Wei Shang."

"Weishang of Wangshan County, 20 years old, died of illness on the sixth day of June in Xinyou year, right?"

The young man was taken aback for a moment and nodded.

The man in black opened the book in his hand, flipped through a few pages, found a line, drew a horizontal line with an ink pen, and looked at the young man: "Since you are right, then come with me."

……

In the underworld, there are ghosts waiting for reincarnation to line up to step on the Naihe Bridge. Wei Shang holds a thin piece of paper in his hand. This is the "pass clearance certificate" given to him by the man in black who brought him here. life.At that time, it will be handed over to the person in charge of sending them to reincarnation, and they will judge what kind of fetus they should reincarnate in the next life.

The queue was very long, winding forward with no end in sight.

The one in front of him was an old man who would tiptoe to look forward every once in a while, and kept muttering: "Why are there so many people? When will I be here?"

He stomped his foot, Wei Shang subconsciously ducked back, drawing the old man's sideways glance, "Yo, you died at such a young age?"

Wei Shang smiled politely and did not answer.

The old man persisted: "How old are you? Old man, I'm 76 this year, so it's considered a long life, right? I've experienced everything in my life. It's not a loss. I've been looking forward to death for a long time."

As he was speaking, he suddenly noticed the clothes on Wei Shang's body, and immediately started to touch them, "Oh, this is a high-quality brocade, brother, you must be from a rich family, otherwise ordinary people would not be willing to use such a good cloth to make it." shroud!"

"My father did a little business and accumulated some family wealth." Wei Shang felt embarrassed, but he still managed not to attack, smiled and gently took the old man's hand off his sleeve.

The old man wanted to say something more, but Wei Shang reminded him: "Old man, it's time to move on."

"Oh, really, don't tell me, there are people chatting, this time is passing quickly, I think it will be our turn soon."

"..."

When stepping on the Naihe Bridge, the old man in front of Wei Shang took the black porcelain bowl that Granny Meng handed over, and when he was about to drink it, he looked back at Wei Shang and said, "Young man, you have such a good temper , I haven't talked so much like today for many years, and the juniors in the family can't hear me and think I'm noisy."

Wei Shang didn't know how to respond, and Granny Meng next to him had already started to urge, "Hurry up, old man, don't you see that there is a queue behind?"

"Hey, okay, drink it now", the old man nodded and bowed to Po Meng, and drank Po Meng's soup with his head raised.

When he stepped into reincarnation, he turned his head again. At that time, Wei Shang had already walked in front of Granny Meng and stretched out his hands.

The old man smiled at Wei Shang and said, "Young man, good people are rewarded with good rewards. You will definitely be able to vote for a good family in your next life."

After speaking, a white light flashed, and his figure disappeared on the road of reincarnation.

Wei Shang: "..."

"Why are you stunned, you don't want to be reincarnated?"

Granny Meng's slightly hoarse voice came to his ears, and Wei Shang came back to his senses, and while taking the black porcelain bowl she handed over, he bent slightly, "I'm sorry."

Putting the black porcelain bowl to his mouth, the colorless soup was a bit bitter to drink, very much like the traditional Chinese medicine he had been drinking during his lifetime.

After finishing the Mengpo soup, Wei Shang subconsciously took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, only to realize that he was wearing a shroud and there was no handkerchief in his arms.

His movements paused, and he only tilted his head and rubbed against his sleeve.

He walked towards the road of reincarnation, and was about to step in, when he suddenly heard a shout from somewhere else, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps, and the sound of objects being smashed.

The ghosts on the Naihe Bridge were disturbed, and they all became agitated. Some people seized the right time to take advantage of the loopholes and reincarnated without drinking Mengpo soup.

"catch him!"

As soon as Po Meng shouted, countless ghost soldiers rushed out from the dark, iron chains in their hands, and rushed towards the path of reincarnation.

Wei Shang was squeezed by the ghosts and almost stumbled and fell into the Wangchuan River.

He held on to the railing on the bridge to stand firm, and the ghost team in front of him became chaotic. It turned out that there were ghosts fleeing from the underworld, and they were coming towards the team.

Those waiting in line to be reincarnated are all law-abiding little devils. How have they ever seen such a scene?

Seeing the fierce ghost whizzing and flying towards them, all the little ghosts frantically avoided, fearing that they would be eaten alive as food.

Li Gui was dressed in tattered red clothes, his long hair was loose, and half of his face was hidden in the black hair with fangs and claws, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

And behind her, almost all the ghost messengers of a slightly higher level in the underworld were dispatched, just to hunt her down.

The evil spirit on Li Gui's body was very strong, she passed by the Naihe Bridge, she didn't intend to come to the bridge, but because the ghost chased her too closely, she had to change direction temporarily.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way if you don't want to die!"

Li Gui waved her sleeve robe, and countless little ghosts hurried out of the way, and those who couldn't dodge were all thrown backwards by the powerful fan brought up by her sleeve.

Seeing that Li Gui was about to approach him, Wei Shang subconsciously wanted to hide, but at this moment, the Meng Po soup he drank had an effect. He opened his eyes and forgot everything in an instant, and he didn't react at all. .

Wei Shang groaned as the oncoming evil spirit rushed to his heart, clutching the railing tightly and shrinking in the corner, not daring to move.

A ghost messenger chased after him, and an iron chain hit Li Gui's back. Li Gui uttered a shriek of pain and fell to Wei Shang's feet.

Wei Shang: "..."

Before he could react, the ghost in front of him had already got up from the ground, dragged his smoky body, and grabbed his collar.

Wei Shang looked at the magnified face of the woman in front of him, slightly startled.Then in the next second, he felt himself being lifted up and turned around in mid-air.

The sound of the iron chain being drawn into the flesh and blood rang in his ears, and there was a sharp pain in his back. His soul trembled twice, and he was seriously injured.

Li Gui used Wei Shang as a shield to block the ghost's fatal blow.

After being hit by Wei Shang, the whole person, no, the whole ghost was confused, he was a little delirious, because of the damage to his soul, he was almost dying.

The ghost messengers were wary of Wei Shang in Li Gui's hand, and they didn't make a timely move after one shot missed, which gave Li Gui an opportunity to take advantage of.

With a loud shout, she lifted Wei Shang into the air, stepped on the heads of countless little ghosts in the Wangchuan River, and escaped from the encirclement.

Wei Shang felt that there was a tightness in his neck, so he grabbed his collar with his hands, and the ghost scolded him: "If you move around again, I will throw you down!"

Looking down at the countless lonely and wild ghosts struggling in pain in the Wangchuan River, Wei Shang was really frightened, and he didn't dare to make any moves.

So, just like that, Wei Shang, whose soul was wounded, was taken out of Hades by the ghost, in the form of a human shield.