Thriller Night Talk

Monday, July 6.

According to Beiquan's speculation, Dong Chaoyang was pushed down the dry well by Song Qi in the early morning of the 1st, and then stoned to death by Luo Sen, so the next day should be Dong Zhaoyang's first seven nights of returning to the soul.

During the day, Beiquan sent the pendant and bracelet containing the souls of the young master and Dong Chaoyang to a Taoist temple he was familiar with, and asked the Taoist priest who was really good at helping him to save him, and then ordered Wei Fuyuan to drive and take him to Fengxing outskirts of the city.

"Beiquan, where are we going?"

On the way, Wei Fuyuan asked curiously.

"I ordered some from a shopkeeper I know well, and it will come in handy tonight."

Beiquan replied:

"The owner of the shop is very skilled, but the location of the shop is relatively remote."

He paused for a while, then laughed again:

"However, the only ones who can still do that business now are in the suburbs."

Wei Fuyuan: "??"

Beiquan's vague statement made him even more curious.

After driving for a whole hour, when Wei Fuyuan estimated that he was about to drive to the neighboring county, Beiquan finally let him off the provincial road, and turned into a small village from a very inconspicuous exit.

The scale of the village is small, only about a hundred households. The style of the houses is rustic, and the highest building does not exceed four floors. The appearance of the whole village seems to be still in the 80s, which is really ordinary and has no characteristics.

But Wei Fuyuan soon noticed that in this village, except for a few daily necessities and grain and oil groceries stores, almost all the stores facing the street were engaged in the sale of incense candles, tributes, yellow paper and red charms, and even There are several small courtyards full of big stones, which are actually dedicated to carving tombstones.

"You know what?"

Beiquan said to Wei Fuyuan:

"There is a newly developed permanent cemetery behind this village, so almost every household in this village is doing business with the dead."

Wei Fuyuan thought how could I know this!

However, he still followed Beiquan's instructions and parked the car next to an inconspicuous three-story building at the end of the village.

The side of the small building facing the street has been converted into a pavement. A thin wooden door is ajar. There is a plaque hanging on the lintel. Most of the red paint characters have peeled off. You need to get close enough to distinguish the words written on it. Four words:

"Taiping tie paper".

Beiquan raised his hand and knocked on the door, and an old man's voice came from inside:

"Please come in."

So Beiquan brought Wei Fuyuan into the door.

The shop was remodeled from the living room of an ordinary old-fashioned house. The ceiling was not low, but the windows did not provide enough light, and the incandescent lamps had to be turned on even in the morning.

The gloomy light of the white light tube makes the products in the room whiter, redr redder, and greener greener, making the merchandise in the room even more gloomy.

Wei Fuyuan shivered.

He had only seen a lot of paper people and horses thrown into the water in the fragmented space two days ago, and now he saw something similar, and he was covered in white sweat for no reason.

Beiquan led Wei Fuyuan through the paper flowers, wreaths, elegiac couplets, white lanterns and some sacrificial supplies that were piled up in the living room, and entered the inner hall.

In the inner hall, there is an old couple in their seventies, who are sitting among a large pile of bamboo strips and rice paper, working hard.

Seeing the guests coming, the old man stood up.

"Beiquan, we've done everything you asked for."

He pointed in the direction of the corner:

"Hey, just because of your order, my wife and I have been busy for two whole days, and we haven't been able to sleep well at night!"

Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan followed the old man's instructions and saw two large cardboard boxes in the corner, filled with packed paper products of various colors.

Beiquan thanked the old man and praised their craftsmanship, then directed Wei Fuyuan to move the two large boxes to the car.

Although the box was big, it was filled with bamboo strips and rice paper. Wei Fuyuan easily moved them all into the Jetta's trunk without having to make a second trip.

It's just that the size of these paper bundles is very large, and they are still fragile things that cannot be folded and squeezed. In this way, the trunk cannot be closed, and the door can only be left half open to go on the road.

Fortunately, their destination is not far from the village.

Beiquan asked Wei Fuyuan to drive the car into the newly opened cemetery, and parked in an open space in the central area.

"It is no longer possible to burn paper in Fengxing City."

Beiquan smiled and explained to Wei Fuyuan:

"After much deliberation, this is the most suitable place."

This newly opened cemetery is located at the foot of a barren mountain, far away from human settlements, and the land is not valuable, so naturally it was built very large.

The entire cemetery looks like a "concave" shape, with the opening facing north. The reserved tombs on the southeast, west and west sides look like boxes without roofs from a distance. They are built along the mountain and distributed in a ladder shape.

Wei Fuyuan glanced roughly, and found that not many tombstones had been erected, and more than [-]% of the places were still vacant. It is roughly estimated that there will be thousands of more dead in the future.

In the center of the park, there is an open mourning area. Square pits are built with fire-resistant bricks, equipped with altars, candlesticks, incense burners, large tin buckets, and sand and water buckets for fire extinguishing. Whether you want to burn incense or paper , can meet the needs of customers.

Beiquan spent 100 yuan to rent a pit in the corner of the mourning area.

"Have to wait until twelve midnight."

He said to Wei Fuyuan.

It was already time for dinner, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan found a farmhouse near the cemetery, dawdled, and finally waited until midnight.

It is neither the first day nor the fifteenth day of the new year, and the suburban cemetery is eerily quiet after nightfall.

Apart from the two staff members who were on duty at night, there were only two worshipers, Beiquan and Wei Fuyuan.

Finally, twelve midnight arrived.

Beiquan dug out a large stack of paper money, wrapped them in yellow paper, wrote a name on each paper bag, took out a piece of chalk, and drew two circles with gaps on the ground.

The paper bags were lit, and Beiquan threw them into one of the circles, and while burning them, he muttered something. Wei Fuyuan pricked up his ears, and listened carefully for a while, and found that it was nothing more than "protecting each other, little ghosts do not invade, Three journeys away, early journey to bliss" and other clichés.

"Is this paper you burned for Dong Chaoyang and that young master?"

Seeing that the paper package was about to burn out, Wei Fuyuan finally couldn't help asking.

He didn't spray cow tears today, so it's not clear if there is anything else "something" in this place.

But it is easier to imagine because you can't see it.

Wei Fuyuan always felt as if something was standing behind him, so he didn't even dare to turn his head:

"How did you know the little boy's name?"

Beiquan smiled:

"I asked Teqi to 'ask' for me."

Bei Quan made a gesture of "walking" with his index finger and middle finger, "They have people who can walk in the dark, so they went to the 'below' specially and asked the judge."

Wei Fuyuan has long been used to these particularly unmaterialist statements, and at this moment he appears extraordinarily calm:

"So it is."

While talking, the two packs of paper money had been completely burned.

Wei Fuyuan noticed that when the paper money was burned, the ash was not as big as he imagined. The hot wind carried the ashes up, and was carried away by the night wind in the mountains, and soon disappeared without a trace.

At this time, Beiquan handed Wei Fuyuan a stack of paper money and asked him to burn it beside him, saying that it was to "take care of passing lonely ghosts". He covered the embers with sand and put the prepared paper money Throw them into the tin bucket one by one, and watch them be swallowed up by the fire one by one.

"you……"

Wei Fuyuan completed the task assigned to him by Beiquan, and walked to his boss's side with his hands behind his back.

He cleared his throat, "Why do you have to burn these things for the two of them?"

Wei Fuyuan has followed Beiquan to deal with the evil ghosts for nearly two months. After a few incidents, he has seen many tragedies of all kinds, and it is not uncommon for poor people to die tragically.

It is true that Beiquan has a principle, that is, as long as there are victims who have died in vain, as long as they can earn a fortune, they will take back their souls and give them to temples or Taoist temples for super offerings, so as to make them die as soon as possible.

But afterwards, his boss had to come and burn the paper himself, which was the first time for Dong Zhaoyang and the young master.

"Ha ha."

Beiquan laughed softly when he heard this.

Wei Fuyuan turned his head to look at Beiquan.

The wind blown by the flames was very hot. Under the reflection of the flames, Beiquan's face seemed to be much rosier than usual, his eyes were crescent-shaped, and his maroon pupils were as clear as opals.

"Because that's what I promised him."

As Beiquan said, he dug out a piece of paper from the cardboard box and waved it in front of Wei Fuyuan's eyes.

Wei Fuyuan: "..."

This turned out to be a paper-made tablet computer with over [-]% simulation, and it is the latest model officially announced by Apple at the end of last year!

Beiquan threw the tablet into the tin bucket, and the tongue of flame quickly licked it up. With a "pop", the bamboo strips cracked when heated, and the flames engulfed this exquisite handicraft.

Beiquan turned around and took out a mobile phone and an iPod, and continued to throw them into the fire.

"When I persuaded that young master earlier, he said that he could let go of his hatred and let me take his soul, but the premise is that I want to help him get something that can watch live broadcasts, so that he can see him anytime, anywhere. The miserable fate of our enemies."

Beiquan paused:

"I promised him... Ah, I found it!"

He dug out a pair of exquisite wireless bluetooth earphones in the corner of the box, the kind with charging box, "Tsk tsk, it really is the craftsmanship of old Li, it's so fake."

Beiquan threw the earphones together with the charging case into the fire.

"I thought that the young master's request is not high, so I just burn all these electronic products to him."

He turned his head and hooked the corner of his lips to Wei Fuyuan:

"You guys like to play these anyway, don't you?"

"cough!"

For some reason, Wei Fuyuan felt a little pain in his knee.

"I don't know if that young master will use it... It's a person from hundreds of years ago..."

He muttered, and looked at Beiquan again:

"Why are you so nice to them?"

"After all, it's a promise, and it has to be done. And it's not easy for both of them..."

Beiquan thought for a while:

"Generally, people who die unjustly have a lot of grievances. Under certain conditions, they will often turn into ghosts, completely lose their rationality, and indiscriminately injure people and kill them."

He stared at the paper products with only skeletons left in the tin bucket, and said in a low voice:

"God help those who help themselves. Since both of them have been able to keep themselves from beginning to end, then..."

"Why don't you help them a little more?"

The author has something to say: Beiquan did this on purpose because he thought of himself from what happened to him when he was young!