Volume 1 Chapter 77: The Blazing Bureau
When I arrived at the storage room, Yan Zi was still sleeping in her coffin. At first I didn't take it seriously. After calling her several times and no one answered, I went to take a look. I found that Yan Zi's condition was very abnormal. Her face was red, not the normal red, but a seductive red. Not only her face, but even her exposed arms and thighs were bright red, like a cooked crab.
I quickly reached out my hand to her forehead and was shocked when I touched it. This was no longer a normal fever, but scalding. I quickly wrung out a wet towel and placed it on her forehead to temporarily cool her down. When I touched other parts of her body, they were even hotter.
I called her a few times in her ear, but there was no response. After a long time, I realized that her already cracked lips opened and closed slightly, but no sound came out.
I brought a basin of water and wiped her body with a wet towel, then ran out to find other people for help. But after searching for a while, I froze there, as if I had been poured with a basin of ice water, and the chill went straight to my bones.
Boss Ma, the muscle man, the black-haired man, and the skinny guy all fell down without exception, with the same symptoms as Yan Zi, their bodies were burning hot, and they all looked like big crabs that had been burned, with shiny red skin. Boss Ma was the most conscious, but he was only slightly better than the others. When I went in, he opened his eyes and looked at me, but soon fell into a coma.
My heart was hanging in my throat, and I felt numb. I didn't know what to do for a moment. Suddenly, I remembered the corpse dressing room. Second Granny was in very poor health, and I didn't know what happened to her. I hurried over. When I entered the room, I saw Second Granny still sleeping on the rattan chair with her back against the door, revealing a head of white hair. The room was quiet, without a sound.
I felt my heart pounding, and when I went over to take a look, I was surprised. This second grandmother was completely different from the others. Her face, originally very pale, turned livid, and her lips turned pale. I reached out my trembling hands to her neck and felt it was cold, as if I had touched a piece of ice. Fortunately, although her pulse was weak, it was still faintly felt.
I finally breathed a sigh of relief, but I was even more confused. Why were everyone else burning hot, but my second mother-in-law was ice cold?
These people all fell ill overnight. It was really strange. It was probably related to the strange changes in the qi here. How could a normal person withstand such high temperature or cold? If they couldn't come up with a solution, they would die sooner or later.
I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. I dug some ice cubes out of the snow storage, broke them up and gave them to the feverish people. But the second grandmother didn't know what to do. She stamped her feet, climbed out of the iron gate, and rushed home. I was really at my wit's end and was ready to ask Qingzi for help.
Based on my understanding of her temper, this damn woman probably won't care about this mess, but this time I really have no choice . I can't think of any other way out except to find her. I thought to myself, if she refuses to care, I will make a scene and beg her to come no matter what.
Who knew that not long after leaving the funeral home, I ran into a man who was running out of breath, with a few sparse strands of yellow hair sticking wetly to his forehead, his clothes and pants were soaked with sweat, and his fat body was red from the sun. It was the lion-headed man. I wondered what he was doing here today. But I didn't have time to deal with him today, so I ran past him without saying a word.
“Lu...Lu..." The fat man was panting and out of breath. When he saw that I was about to leave, he rushed over and grabbed my arm and wouldn't let go.
Damn, is this fat guy sick? I was anxious and kicked him twice on his round belly, so I could get rid of him and leave. But I don’t know what happened to this fat guy. This time he insisted on fighting with me and wouldn’t let go.
I felt it was a little strange, so I stopped and asked, "What's the matter? I have something urgent to do." As long as he couldn't explain it clearly, I would leave immediately.
The fat man grabbed my arm, and the whole person seemed to be fished out of the water. It seemed that he had run all the way here. He finally took a breath and shouted: "He... Damn it, that kid surnamed Pang hired someone to harm you!"
When I heard this, my heart skipped a beat and I urged him to tell me what was going on.
Seeing that I stopped running, the fat man sat down on the ground, wiped his sweat, panted a few times, and finally explained the matter clearly. It turned out that the fat man had been expelled from the funeral home after the last incident, which was considered a loss of his job. He was upset and cursed the Pang family from the 18th generation of his ancestors. He went to the roadside food stalls every day to drink beer and drown his sorrows.
That night, he was a little confused after drinking, and accidentally looked at the other end of the road, and saw two people walking hurriedly. He didn't pay attention at first, but after a closer look, he saw that one of them had a white bandage on his head, and recognized it as Pompeii's pretty boy.
He was drunk and grabbed a bottle of wine, intending to hit him on the head again. But it was just the effect of the alcohol, and when he was halfway through the night wind When he saw the two people on the other side, he was afraid that he was no match for them, so he cursed and prepared to turn back.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the man walking with Pompeii was a little strange. After thinking carefully, he found out what was strange. This man was wearing a robe in such a hot day. He felt strange, slapped his face a few times to wake himself up, and quietly followed.
Later he found out that the man was wearing a Taoist robe, but it was dark that night and he didn't look closely. Because of the funeral home incident, he was very sensitive to Taoist priests and followed him all the way.
The fat guy was quite well-connected in the Sanhua District and knew everyone there. After some effort, he finally found out that the Taoist priest was the master that the kid surnamed Pang had mentioned, and that the kid had taken great pains to invite him over.
"That pretty boy invited his master to come, could it be to deal with the corpse of the child in their family?" I asked. After all, Pompeii's sister and brother-in-law were also bitten to death by the corpse of the boy in their family, and it has nothing to do with us directly.
The fat man slapped his thigh and said, "That kid surnamed Pang has threatened in front of his relatives and friends that he will make you guys at the funeral home pay for your blood debt with blood!"
I got so fucking pissed when I heard that. I wondered if this pretty boy was mentally ill. I immediately thought that the number of people lying dead in the funeral home today must have been caused by the pretty boy's master who secretly did something to them.
"What does that bird man look like?" I thought to myself whether I should go find Captain Zhang and catch that bull nose. But then I thought, this is basically impossible without any evidence.
Lion-head said, "He is about forty years old, looks decent and gentle, and is said to be surnamed Chen. However, this Taoist has disappeared since he went to the Pang family and has never been seen since ."
I felt a mess in my heart, and suddenly thought of something, so I asked, "Is that Niubizi a Maoshan Taoist priest?"
Lionhead was stunned for a moment, scratched his head, and said, "I only know that he is a Taoist priest, but I don't know where he is from."
I thought about it. I had shown Qingzi the talisman I had drawn earlier, and Qingzi casually said that it was probably something from the Maoshan Sect. I had absolute trust in Qingzi's judgment. Since she said it was probably from the Maoshan Sect, then this Ox Nose was 99% likely to be a Maoshan Taoist priest.
Although I have never seen any Maoshan Taoist priests, and most of their deeds are just legends, I have a pile of books that Dead Face left for me. Qingzi took a look at those books, and found that most of them were from the Zhengyi Sect, and Dead Face had secretly learned them without permission. The Maoshan Sect was originally a branch of the Zhengyi Sect, and most of the things in Dead Face's pile were from the Maoshan Sect.
When I thought about it carefully, it actually reminded me that there was a spell that was somewhat similar to the symptoms of Ma Lao Da and the others in front of me.
That was a spell that Dead Face had written in his notes, called Fire Bureau. Because this spell was written just below the "Restoring Curse", in order to memorize the "Restoring Curse", I also read this spell several times.
