Hundred Ghosts

He Huai didn't let the boy who delivered the food come in, and He Huai personally put the rice plate on the table, porridge and millet porridge, in short, he looked very appetizing.

Then it was time to eat, Lin Zi drank the millet porridge in small sips, feeling inexplicably uncomfortable, because He Huai didn't know why he was nervous, and looked at his face while eating.

Still holding back a smile.

Not right.

He put down his rice bowl and walked to the dressing table in three steps.

He Huai didn't even have time to stop him.

The very bright mirror clearly illuminated a little bastard on his face.

Lin Zi: "..."

"That, I can explain this."

When Magistrate Zhu came over, He Huai already had three naive tortoises on his face.

"..."

"What are you doing?"

Lin Zi said coldly, "Hurt each other."

"Nonsense, we have a very good relationship. In times of difficulty, we support each other and help each other..."

"Does it mean spitting in the nearly dry water to moisten each other..." Lin Zi rolled his eyes.

"..."

You are really moody.

"What is your lord doing here this time?"

He scratched his hair, "It's like this, what you just said seems to make sense, tell me what you want to prepare, and I'll go and burn it for my father."

Lin Zi got a pen and paper and listed all the things he needed.

He took the paper and went to prepare first.

Today, after drinking several cups of tea, in the middle of the night, Lin Zi felt a little suffocated, rubbed his eyes, and got up from the bed.

He Huai was awakened by him and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to the toilet."

He Huai also made a gesture to get up, "Then I will accompany you."

"No, no, I'll go alone." Lin Zi pushed him back, and went to the toilet by himself in a daze.

Undoing his belt, he began to hiss.

Suddenly there was a voice behind him.

"Boy?"

"Ok?"

"Borrow a fire to make it?"

Lin Zi looked up, an old man was holding three sticks of incense in one hand, and with the other hand he took out a few pieces of yellow paper from his large black Mingyi pocket and handed it to him.

"roll--"

When County Magistrate Zhu saw him the next day, his eyes were bruised and purple, as if he had been beaten by someone.

"Brother Lin...you are..."

"There are so many ghosts in your house!" He told him what he saw last night, and County Magistrate Zhu laughed, "No... no way!"

"Forget it, what's the matter with you this time?"

He waved his hand, and the two guards outside the door brought out two boxes of things and spread them out for Lin Zi to see, "Look, what else is missing? I'll go get ready."

Finished and unfinished white horses, white cranes, and wreaths.Inside are stacks and bundles of Mingzhi coins and neat rows of incense candles and incense sticks.

Lin Zi frowned and said, "Hmm... these should be about the same?"

"It's almost fine. Let me tell you, I'm afraid these things are not enough." County magistrate Zhu rubbed his hands, "By the way, there is one more thing, I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Let's talk."

"Well, don't I have to drag these things to my father's grave and burn them?"

"Of course it is."

"Then can you come with me?"

"Oh?" Lin Zi and He Huai glanced at each other, Lin Zi dragged his voice and said unhurriedly, "We are guilty, how dare we go with adults? Surely we are not afraid that we will escape? "

"It's okay, it's okay, you guys are so nice, you sure won't embarrass me, right?" He rolled his eyes and decided hard, "Well, anyway, it will take a few days for me to send this letter, and I won't wait until the people from the capital come. It will take several days, if you accompany me, I will not lock you up in this small room these days, how about I let you play around?"

"Agreed?"

"It's a word."

The two of them quickly moved out of the small courtyard, and went to burn paper with Magistrate Zhu that afternoon.

His father's will was to bury himself in the cemetery on the east side of the city - because his mother was also buried there.Although his father has a bad temper, he loves his mother very much. His mother passed away early. At that time, his father was not a county magistrate, and his family was still a little poor. His mother was buried in the cemetery like other common people.

When his father came back to power, he also thought about moving the grave, but he was afraid of disturbing the old man, so he left it at that, and only said that he would be buried with his mother after his death.

What a beautiful love story.

After walking for a long time, the carriage finally arrived at the cemetery.

Zhu Xian opened the curtain and took a look, "Hey, look, there is a bird flying over the grave."

Lin Zi frowned, "I suggest that my lord ask the family of the owner of this grave how he died."

"what?"

"Do you know what the origin of that bird is?"

"what?"

"The bird's name is the Wounding Soul Bird. It is a bird that was turned into a wronged soul that was killed by mistake."

The Broken Soul Bird is also known as Xianghong Bird. It is recorded in "Supplements of Relics" that according to legend, after the emperor's tribe attacked and killed Chi You, his mink and tiger accidentally bit an innocent woman, and died after seven days and nights.The emperor felt very sad and buried the woman generously.Later, the woman's soul turned into a bird, which flew over the grave and wailed, and the bird called itself "sorry soul".

According to later generations, if he was killed unjustly and died, and he could not avenge his revenge, he would fly over the grave and mourn for the soul-stricken bird.

"Stop!" Magistrate Zhu called to stop the carriage, gathered people to inquire about the origin of this grave, and then went to burn incense for his father first.

The three of them crowded into one carriage, and two carriages were loaded with other things. There were too many things to carry, and it was troublesome to burn. It took a full two hours to burn, Zhu County magistrate squatted down and muttered.

Dad, are you rich enough this time?When you get to the underworld, your neighbors should be envious of you. Go and bribe the ghost messengers with a lot of money. What if your sentence is commuted?

If you are free, go and spend more time with my mother, don't come back to me again, I have to work in the place where you sleep during the day...

Lin Zi who was listening from the side: "..."

Listen, is this what people say?

"Okay, okay, let's go back." County magistrate Zhu felt that it was almost done, and called for people to go home.

They parked the sedan chair in front of the grave where the Soul-Sorrowing Bird was located, and the family of the owner of the grave also came to find him. He was an old man with gray hair and his legs were still trembling on crutches.

"My lord, did the girl make any mistake?"

"No, no, old man, don't think too much." County magistrate Zhu hurriedly comforted him, "May I ask who is buried in this grave?"

She smiled wryly, and the tears couldn't stop streaming down, "I'm dissatisfied with the adult saying that my little granddaughter is buried here!"

The greatest tragedy in the world is that a white-haired man sends a black-haired man. For a while, County Magistrate Zhu was embarrassed to speak again, but if he didn't ask, the grievances of the woman in the grave would not be cleared away.

"Well, can I ask? How did your little granddaughter die?"

As soon as he asked, the old woman cried even worse, County Magistrate Zhu patted her on the back in fear, fearing that she would faint from crying.

This girl is indeed wronged.

She was picked up by the old woman. The old woman had no children, and she put all her heart and soul into the girl. She was also competitive, good-looking and sensible. When she grew up, she went to a family in the city to work as a maid in order to support the old woman. There is no need to worry about eating and drinking, and there is one or two rewards every month.

But the tragedy started right there. He was good-looking, and fell in love with the young master of that family. He threatened and lured her to submit. She had no choice but to agree, but the young master already had a young mistress. She's so annoying, she's extremely aggressive, she sees her as a thorn in her side, and tries every means to force her to death.

No, I have an idea.

While the young master was going out, she stunned the girl with medicine, and then found a big man to lie beside her, and staged "catching rape".

Can the young master bear it?

Unable to bear it, he was so distraught that he beat her to death and paid the old woman 20 taels of silver. The old woman wanted to report to the government countless times but was stopped by his subordinates, so he had to let the little granddaughter go to the ground first.

"Is there such a thing in this world?" Magistrate Zhu was surprised and angry, "Open the coffin for an autopsy! If it is true as you said, I will give you justice!"

The old woman cried so much that she couldn't stand still, "Thank you sir! Pity my little granddaughter, she is only 14 years old..."

This is insane!

If the coffin was to be opened, the coroner had to come. Fortunately, the girl had only been buried for four days, so the decay of the body should not be very serious. If it was true as the old woman said, the young master would really be in jail.

"My lord, it's getting late now, let's come back tomorrow."

"OK then."

On the way back, County Magistrate Zhu couldn't help but lament what he saw today, "I didn't expect that after death, people would turn into beasts and come back to take revenge."

"What's so strange about this is that there are so many stories about turning into beasts after death. Some people with strong horoscopes can ask the King of Hades for a token of returning Yang after being killed, and they can turn into black cats and stay in the world for seven days. Come for revenge."

"So powerful?"

"Of course."

A miscellaneous book of wild history once wrote that a mother died of illness, could not bear to leave her son, and begged the king of Hades to reincarnate herself as a pig in the family—although in the end, the son slaughtered the pig after the pig grew up.

He Huai sighed very much, "Speaking of which, that girl is too pitiful, at such a young age..."

How long can a mortal life be? 50 years? 80 years? 100 years?

Who knows?

Ordinary people are not bastards, they can live for thousands of years or something... If a person is lucky, a hundred years is considered a blessing.It's not good, I'm afraid I was killed by the person who gave me my flesh and blood before I was born.

By then, Lin Zi will be like these bones...

Seeing him in a daze, Lin Zi pushed him, "What are you thinking... um..."

He Huai looked at him in despair, not knowing what she was thinking, but lowered her head and kissed him on the lips...

"Oh!" Lin Zi's eyes widened.

What's happening here?

It was very late, and the night was as solemn as a mass of fine ink.

Lin Zi lay on the soft quilt and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Everything that happened today keeps lingering in my mind like a revolving lantern.

Even the fingertips still retain the temperature of that person's palm, a warmer touch than then.

As far away as a dream.