Requiem Chapter 74: Hurry up and obey the order!
At five o'clock in the morning, Old Zhao called to wake up the three of them. Today was the day to report to the new funeral home.
He still drove his old second-hand car. Although it was simply decorated and not luxurious, and there were large pieces of paint missing in some places, touching the car body gave people a smooth and intimate feeling.
By the car door, Old Zhao was smoking a big pipe, looking at his watch and taking long puffs. There was also a cloth bag on the hood, but no one knew what was in it.
"Boy, here you come!" Old Zhao smiled when he saw Yin Hun.
"Well! Master, you arranged it too early. I'm a little uncomfortable with it..." Yin Hun yawned, obviously not getting enough sleep.
"There's nothing I can do. We're in a hurry." Old Zhao opened the cloth bag and took out two objects that looked like bamboo tubes. He held one flat for himself and handed the other to Yin Hun.
"Why are you giving this to me?" Although Yin Hun didn't understand what Old Zhao was doing, he still recognized this round little thing. It was none other than the 'ink fountain' commonly used by carpenters.
"What else can the ink fountain do? Use it to draw lines!" Old Zhao rolled his eyes at him.
"Master, what you mean is..." Yin Hun understood a little.
Old Zhao didn't answer him, but pointed at his second-hand car and said, "Let's work harder and finish it before six o'clock. You take care of the two sides, and I'll take care of the middle."
"Ah?" Yin Hui was shocked by the old man: "Did it bounce directly onto the car?"
"Of course, be careful and don't miss any loopholes. Otherwise, we will be the ones who suffer in the end." After saying that, Old Zhao took out the ink he bought at the stationery store from his cloth bag, added some realgar and cinnabar, mixed it evenly, and poured it into the big belly of the inkstone.
It seemed that Old Zhao was determined, so Yin Hun had no choice but to smile in agreement and go forward to help.
He knew that the inkwell was invented by Master Lu Ban, who was the first ancestor of folk magic. Compared with other tools, the inkwell is not only used to draw lines, but also a common prop for Maoshan Taoist priests. This is often seen in Lin Zhengying's zombie movies . According to legend, the Song Dynasty poet Qin Shaoyou once praised the inkwell: "I have a room, half of which I rent to the Wheel King. If I shoot out a line, all the evil spirits in the world dare not block it."
The reason why the ink fountain can restrain evil spirits is that it is a natural upright thing, upright and incorruptible, containing the righteousness of heaven and earth, and combined with cinnabar and other items, it can play its role to the extreme. The reason why Lao Zhao used the ink fountain to fill the inside and outside of his car with the law line to return to the source is actually the same as the Taoists filling the coffin with ink lines to prevent zombies from coming out to harm people. Of course, one is to prevent the inside, and the other is to prevent the outside.
At that moment, two people, one on the left and the other on the right, tied the ink line between the two ink fountains, fixed the two ends, and placed them parallel to the car body. Then they grabbed the middle line with their hands, pulled it upwards, and flicked it downwards. Suddenly, a straight black ink mark was left on the car body.
Half an hour later, the entire car body turned into an iron box covered with spider webs, which can be regarded as an over-fulfillment of the task. From the front to the back, there were black frames of all sizes, which looked very strange from a distance.
"Isn't it done?" Old Zhao admired his masterpiece. At this time, Tang Yan and Shen Feifei, who had just finished washing upstairs, also came downstairs. Seeing that Old Zhao's car had become like this, they couldn't help laughing. Old Zhao touched Shen Feifei's head and told her that most car accidents were caused by ghosts. Especially a series of private car rear-end collisions, which were extremely dangerous. They were a few wild ghosts who were eager to reincarnate and formed a ghost-catching team.
With this big net woven by the inkstone, ordinary ghosts will be destroyed if they are slightly touched by it.
Yin Hui originally wanted to sit in the front passenger seat, but as soon as he opened the door, he was almost buried alive by the pile of things. The soft backrest chair was already filled with things by Lao Zhao, and there were even two grinning puppies.
Just thinking about it, you can tell that he is prepared to be fully armed and use everything possible to help Tang Yan escape the clutches of death.
"Boom!" A jagged blue lightning suddenly flashed in the distant clouds, as if it was going to shatter the sky.
Yin Hun was worried. He knew this was definitely not normal. How could there be thunder in an instant when the sky was clear just now? Moreover, it was already October, a year with less rain, so this kind of thunder was even rarer.
But he quickly put away his thousands of thoughts, and saw the Bagua pendant hanging on the car, which comforted him a little. Moreover, with Old Zhao by his side, he had nothing to worry about.
"Be careful, something is approaching." Old Zhao said out of the blue. Tang Yan and Shen Feifei, who had not paid much attention to it, were a little surprised when they heard his words. They were very alert and looked nervous.
Old Zhao stared ahead with his eyes piercing, glancing at the rearview mirror from time to time. Beads of sweat had already appeared on his temples, but this did not affect his imposing manner.
"Boy, do you feel it?" Looking at the Bagua pendants swaying left and right in front of him, Old Zhao frowned.
"Feeling..." Yin Hun just wanted to say that he felt very nervous.
"Close your eyes and try to feel it with your heart. Do you feel a cold breath following us, like a thorn in our body, making it difficult for us to breathe?"
Yin Hui closed his eyes and did as he was told. Ten seconds later, his expression changed: "Yes, it's a very strange smell, and it seems that there is more than one, it seems..."
"explain!"
"It seems like many strands of resentment are twisted together, being manipulated by the biggest controller among them."
After hearing his words, a trace of surprise flashed across Old Zhao's brows: "Haha! Good boy, it seems that you already have 60% of my strength in my prime. Those side branches should be the people who were killed by Zhang Xiuting in recent years. They did not escape the bad luck when they were alive, and they were forced to be slaves after death." At this point, his tone became more serious: "We must be careful. This inkstone is sloppily made. If we really fight on the road, I'm afraid we may not be able to withstand their full force."
Yin Hui clenched his fists and nodded heavily.
"But, Master, doesn't the black dog's blood have a deterrent effect on spirits? How about we scare them off first?" Yin Hun stared at the two lively and cute black puppies at his feet and for a moment he really couldn't bear to do it.
"What a good way to alert the enemy and show them how powerful we are. This will also prevent these bullies from finding out our true strength in a short period of time!" Old Zhao clapped his hands and sighed.
Encouraged by Old Zhao, Yin Hui's confidence increased immediately. He shook out a black package from the cloth bag, untied it, and immediately revealed a rusty money sword. Sorry, he gritted his teeth, grabbed a puppy's neck with his left hand, and held the hilt with his right hand, and immediately, a stream of deep red blood spurted out around its artery.
To be honest, it was the first time for Yin Hun to kill a dog. Seeing the struggling little cub in his hand, he was a little at a loss. After Lao Zhao reminded him again and again, he suddenly realized and pressed the dog's wound with his thumb, then took out a small bowl and steadily received a bowl of black dog blood. After opening the car window, Yin Hun held the black dog blood in his hand, and all the cells in his body were on alert, ready to face the despair that was coming at him at any time.
The vehicle in front was driving steadily, and the scenery in the rearview mirror was rapidly receding backwards.
As the car bumped along, Yin Hui's hands, which were holding Hei Gou Xue's fist, began to tremble slightly with the rhythm.
"Tick-tick!" At this moment, a hollow sound of dripping water rang out. Small ripples appeared on the car mat, and the water ripples expanded outward in circles. Tang Yan, who was sitting in the back seat, looked up in confusion.
"Tick!" Another sound!
The cold
Ah! It's him!
It was Zhou Haiqing who had been dead for many days! He was looking at him coldly from above his head, with a black hemp rope as thick as a finger tied tightly around his neck, leaving blood marks on his neck. He was hanging expressionlessly on the big tree trunk that was directly above his head! The man shrugged his head and faced him, his face dripping with blood, and his lips split into a weird smile. Where were his eyes! ?
Tang Yan covered her mouth, and only two big bloody holes were left on her face that was covered with blood like a spider web.
Moreover, on the rooftop without a single breath of wind, my body was shaking...shaking...
"Squeak... squeak... squeak... squeak..."
When he shook his body, one could seem to hear a strange dry sound coming from his throat, which combined with the shaking sound formed a terrifying minor tune.
The dead are singing... How can the dead sing? This... This is the sonata of death!
Tang Yan screamed like crazy, followed by Shen Feifei's hysterical shouting. In addition to Zhou Haiqing, there were also... Ma Gobi, Sun Faxue, Qian Fang and the others. They were leaning against the rear window of the car, sticking to their backs, staring at them grimly and sneering strangely.
The black smell of death and the mournful humming of a tune surrounded the entire carriage, slowly immersing everyone in the damp, enclosed space like melting ice...
"The Supreme Star, responds to changes without stopping. Hurry and obey the command!"
"Swish..." A bowl of black dog blood with a strong smell was splashed onto the back seat like a spreading crescent moon along with Yin Hun's urgent chanting, which immediately caused the ghosts lying on the rear window glass to howl miserably and fall onto the road with a weird cry. Zhou Haiqing, who was hanging on the roof of the car, was also pierced by countless suspended small droplets. His whole body was riddled with holes and made a burst of sound like a burning flame. Within a few seconds, he disappeared.
"Are you okay?" Old Zhao pressed the horn on the steering wheel and said lightly. He was not too surprised by what happened just now because he knew that all this was just foreplay.
Zhang Xiuting, she will never give up!
