Relocation Brigade

Mrs. Jiang brushed back her loose hair and said to the young man with a smile: "If possible, please ask Mr. Chen to prepare the tombstone of our ancestors. I heard that the size of the tombstone is very particular, and we don't understand this."

The tombstone is actually included in the scope of business, and Chen Ling agreed without saying a word.

After seeing off Jiang's family, Chen Ling trotted all the way back to the small yard under the scorching sun.In the courtyard, Zhao Xunchang's expression was very bad, he reached out to grab the young apprentice's arm, and dragged the person who had just passed by back to his front.

"Tell me, why are you holding the clothes of the Jiang family!"

Master's expression was unprecedentedly serious, Chen Ling didn't dare to be perfunctory, and quickly explained the situation at that time carefully.

"You said that the clothes flew onto your head by yourself?" Zhao Xunchang heard of such a thing for the first time, his expression was surprised and surprised, and he wished to go back in time and participate in the scene to experience it for himself.

Chen Ling said helplessly: "Since the clothes are in my hands, out of rules, I must not throw them to others."

Zhao Xunchang planned to share this situation with his brothers and sisters. He poured a bowl of talisman water to his disciples, and went back to his room to make video calls.

Chen Ling stuck out his tongue in pain, and ran to the kitchen to get an iced Coke with a bitter face. No matter how many times he tried, he couldn't drink the soot-smelling talisman water as happy water!

The cold, sweet and greasy liquid flowed down the throat, and after a few mouthfuls, the taste of Fushui finally entered the stomach, and no longer reversed upwards.

Chen Ling seemed to be born again, put down the jar, let out a sigh of satisfaction, and was about to ask Master if he wanted another jar, when a female voice came from outside the courtyard door.

"Hello, is anyone there?"

Turning around, Chen Ling walked out with the empty can, threw it into the small trash can next to the gate, and opened the door by the way.

Standing outside the door was a haggard woman with rough hair tied back, clothes that didn't fit her body well, and a pair of army green rubber shoes on the soles of her feet.

Chen Ling recognized her as Zhang Xiaoxia, one of the only remaining residents in the village.

"Miss Zhang." He greeted with a smile.

Zhang Xiaoxia nodded, her smile was far-fetched, she rubbed the hem of her clothes nervously, and asked cautiously: "I heard that you are going to build a cemetery on the mountain... I want to ask the price."

How could Chen Ling have thought that the second business would come to his door so soon, so he quickly invited people in.

Because of nervousness, after entering the living room and sitting down, Zhang Xiaoxia didn't say a word, put her legs together, grabbed her knees with both hands, and looked almost pleadingly at the young man who was pouring water for her.

"Chen..." After a long time, she stammered, "Chen Ling, can I call you that?"

"Of course." Chen Ling smiled at him, with a hint of reassurance.

Zhang Xiaoxia's mood eased a little, and she held the warm water glass in her grateful hands, and then she remembered something, her eyes dimmed, and she hesitated: "I don't have much money, only more than 2 yuan..." Looking almost humblely at the opposite People, "I want to buy a body tomb for children. It doesn't cost too much. If it's too expensive, I can pay the balance in installments."

"Sister Zhang, what do you mean, do you want to relocate the grave for the child?" Zhang Xiaoxia gave birth to a boy about half a year ago, but unfortunately died young. The child was only three months old when he died, and was buried in a wasteland not far from the village. inside.

Chen Ling remembered that the day he and his master arrived at Yuhe Mountain, less than a month after the child had been buried, Zhang Xiaoxia cried all day for her poor child, day and night.

For two nights, Chen Ling was woken up by the plaintive crying.

Tears rolled out of Zhang Xiaoxia's eyes, "I don't want to, but my little treasure's grave was dug up sometime. I went to see him this morning and found that the soil was broken and the coffin was overturned on the ground." On the ground, the corpse was lying beside it, without even a cover..."

Thinking of that scene, Zhang Xiaoxia was both angry and sad.

Chen Ling asked: "Is Xiaobao's body damaged?"

Hearing the words of the dead body, the wound in Zhang Xiaoxia's heart was touched. She grabbed her hands on her knees and wailed loudly, heart-piercing and heart-rending.

As soon as Zhao Xunchang put down the phone, he heard a voice from the direction of the living room. He walked around with his pet parrot. When he saw Zhang Xiaoxia's sallow face, he frowned.

"Master." Chen Ling raised his head and shouted, and moved to the side.

Zhao Xunchang sat next to the young apprentice and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

Chen Ling shook his head, took out a tissue from the tissue box and handed it to Zhang Xiaoxia.

The tissue was wet with tears, and Zhang Xiaoxia held it tightly in her hands. After an unknown amount of time, the woman's crying gradually stopped.

Zhang Xiaoxia took a deep breath and said with a wry smile, "I made you laugh." Trying to adjust her emotions, she continued, "Mr. Zhao, since you and Mr. Chen are going to build a cemetery here, you must know some yin and yang techniques? Even if you don't If you understand, then you must know someone in this area.”

To open a cemetery is not to open a park. It is only responsible for planting trees and grass. Without a few brushes, who would dare to do bad business related to the dead.

Zhao Xunchang took a sip of tea and said, "I know a thing or two."

"That's great, that's great." Zhang Xiaoxia murmured excitedly, then looked at the two expectantly, "If it's convenient, can you please come to my house to see our little treasure first?"

Recently, Zhao Xunchang accompanied the little apprentice to clean up again, and he was about to fart. Hearing this, he immediately grabbed the little apprentice's arm and stood up: "Yes."

Zhang Xiaoxia's family lives in the northwest, very far away from other residents in the village. Surprisingly, a large villa was built next to her house at some time.

From a long distance, Chen Ling saw a slim woman lying on the metal railing of the balcony on the top floor.

Zhao Xunchang raised his hand and patted the little apprentice on the back of the head, "What are you looking at!"

Chen Ling said in a low voice, "Why didn't I know that there are small villas in the village."

Zhang Xiaoxia also saw the woman, and stopped suddenly. She clenched her hands into fists, her nails sunk into her palms, and her whole body showed a state of tension and hatred.

"That building was built just two days ago. I heard that it was a villa assembled with a steel structure. It was repaired in less than ten days." Zhang Xiaoxia breathed hard, restraining her turbulent emotions, and continued, "The person who lives in it is a Ma'am, surnamed Gao, I heard that she is in poor health and came here to recuperate."

Chen Ling: "..."

Instead of going to a mountain villa or a nursing home for rest, come to this wilderness?

The woman lying on the railing pulled up her sun hat, her slender arms were on her hips, and when she saw something, she suddenly stood up straight and looked sideways in the direction of the three of them.

Chen Ling's mind flashed, this is the strange woman who patted him on the shoulder before!

"Master, I have seen her." Chen Ling told Zhao Xunchang.

Zhao Xunchang narrowed his eyes and didn't follow the words, but said, "Go to Zhang Xiaoxia's house first."

Zhang Xiaoxia's mother-in-law had been in poor health, and she was physically and mentally exhausted because of the young grandson's death. She passed away within a few days.Zhang Xiaoxia originally planned to clean up the house and went to the city to find her husband, but now Xiaobao's grave was suddenly destroyed, and the house was in a mess, she didn't take the time to clean up, many things were scattered in the yard, and there was no place to set foot.

Embarrassed, she pushed aside the things blocking the way, led the two of them in, poured two glasses of water, got up and went to the back room, and took out a swaddling baby.

The child was clearly dead, but she still regarded it as alive, and the movements of her arms were as gentle as water, for fear of disturbing the baby.

Carefully put the swaddle on the sofa, and took it apart, revealing his son who was sleeping peacefully with his eyes closed.

The corpse was not decomposed, its face was blue and white, its lips were black, its cheeks were stained with a little dirt from the cemetery, and there were a few strange dark purple marks on its arms and legs, which seemed to be pinched out by someone.

This is why Zhang Xiaoxia was so sad.

The child suffers from illness during life, and still cannot find peace after death.

It's not a good phenomenon to die without corruption, Chen Ling was puzzled, but couldn't bear to look at it, always felt that the next second, the child would open his eyes and cry out in pain.

Zhao Xunchang asked: "Did you call the police?"

Zhang Xiaoxia froze for a moment, wiped her tears and nodded, choked up and said, "Report, there is no surveillance in the village, and nothing can be found. The police made a statement and left, and then told me that Mr. Chen is going to build a cemetery in Yuhe Mountain , let me ask if it is possible to rebury the child in the cemetery, saying that it is safer than burying the child in the wasteland with someone watching."

Zhao Xunchang turned his head to look at his apprentice, "What do you see?"

Chen Ling's cheeks were slightly red, and he felt that he was a little too good, so he shook his head honestly: "Not yet..."

Zhang Xiaoxia carefully wrapped the swaddling clothes back, and held the child in her arms again, "I know that finding the person who digs the grave is an extravagant hope, so right now, I just hope that the two of you can help me appease the spirit of the child before burying it again. "

"After your child died, the soul did not leave. Do you know this?" Zhao Xunchang said suddenly.

Surprised, Chen Ling looked at Xiaobao again, and finally realized why he always felt that the dead baby would cry out, it was because of the strong corpse and yin energy on the corpse.

This is the only situation where the soul is entrenched.

Babies who die young are not long after they are born, and they are most curious and nostalgic about the world of life. They are easy to linger after death and refuse to leave. They stay attached to their own corpses for a long time. As the resentment becomes deeper, they will become babies full of evil spirits. ghost.

And the evil spirit nourishes the carrier of the baby ghost, making the corpse immortal for a long time.

Chen Ling took out the Sanqing bell from his pocket. Although the bell didn't ring, it kept vibrating slightly, which meant that it sensed the evil energy of ghosts, but failed to feel the evil energy that could hurt people.

This shows that Xiaobao's soul is gone.

The author has something to say: In terms of status, Jiang Yu is indeed the ancestor of the Jiang family, and the rest will not be revealed for the time being.But don't worry everyone, he has been single for many years, and he didn't have any other cp or ambiguous object before.