Corpse Cremator

Inexplicably, I remembered what Zhang Dahan told me at noon, that Old Li had hooked up with a married woman, and the couple's death was still an unsolved case.

Could there be any connection between them?

I stood in front of my father, thinking while watching him draw a talisman, a yellow paper of nearly one square meter, with runes drawn all over it.

This was not a single talisman, but a combination of talismans, with talismans for summoning souls, talismans for fixing corpses, talismans for repelling evil spirits, and several runes I had never seen before.

At this point, I also realized that something was wrong. My father had never drawn such a complicated talisman before. There were dozens of talismans on a piece of talisman paper. The effect must be amazing, and the opponent must be very powerful.

My father seemed to see my doubts: "It's good to see, so you can get to know more. You have learned a lot from me over the years, but these are not up to standard for the Mao family's ancestral law. When you get married, you should shoulder the burden of the Mao family. At that time, you will encounter more things!"

My father's words made me confused and a little confused.

But I know that he told me since I was a child that our Mao family has practiced different methods and techniques since the ancestor. In other words, the Mao family has branched out into many branches since the ancestor, and there have been heavenly masters in those branches.

However, compared with the ancestors of the Mao family, they are just a drop in the bucket.

I nodded, but when I thought about going back to get married at the end of the year, I felt a little scared. After studying for so many years, I was disgusted by the kind of marriage arranged by parents.

If I marry a woman I like, it would be better, but if I marry someone I don't even want to see, the meaning of this life may not be so great.

Finally, my father finished drawing the last talisman, exhaled a long breath, and then quickly covered his chest, spitting out a mouthful of blood, followed by a violent cough.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

I held my father and asked with concern.

My father wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said with relief: "It's finally done. This is the most difficult talisman your father has ever drawn in his life. From now on, I will retire. When you grow up, all the affairs of the village will be handed over to you!"

"Mao'er, it's better to say that this is a formation rather than a talisman!"

Formation?

I frowned, not knowing why. This is the first time I have seen it. I have seen it many times in those mythological novels.

My father lit another cigarette, but I pulled it away before he could smoke it: "You're coughing up blood, and you're still smoking!"

My father smiled and continued: "Everything your father and I have learned in this life is from this. In the afternoon, I observed the Feng Shui and topography of the Stone Mill Funeral Home, and in the evening, I made a few divinations. After several deductions, I figured out that this was once a dragon burial site, and the emperor was buried underground. Now that time has passed, the Feng Shui of the emperor's tomb has long been ruined, but there is still some luck hidden underground. Since you choose to work here, I will use this formation to help you gather your luck, so that you can turn misfortune into good fortune!"

At this moment, I realized that even if my father coughed up blood, he would complete this formation for me. My nose suddenly felt sour and I almost peed.

"Next, you will gather the luck of this emperor's tomb and turn misfortune into fortune. However, Yu Qiu asked you to go to Qingyun Temple, so you have to go by yourself. I have to go back tonight."

"Also, the girl your mother found for you is well-behaved and from another town. She is a good match for you. Don't think I don't know what you are thinking. Moreover, Dad has also calculated that you two are very destined to be together. Maybe you have met each other now."

These words made me feel uncomfortable. My father seemed to be telling me about his funeral.

But he has always been in good health. He is a Feng Shui master and his family is almost not short of money. A few years ago, under my persuasion, he and his mother had to go for a physical examination every year. This year's physical examination report is still on my mobile phone. It's just some minor problems.

"Dad, it's already this time. Why are you going back? I'll take you to the station tomorrow morning!" I hurriedly stopped him. The father and son haven't seen each other for half a year. It's only been a few hours since they met, and he has to go back in a hurry.

My father smiled and waved his hand: "No, we must leave tonight, otherwise I'm afraid we won't be able to go back!"

Click!

Hearing this, I immediately realized the seriousness of the problem and dared not stop him anymore. I helped my father pack up and called Jiang Ping: "Jiang Ping, drive your car over here and go to my hometown with me!"

Jiang Ping was confused, but he still agreed. We arrived at the funeral home soon. I wanted to go back with my father, but he told me that if I went back with him, only one of the father and son could survive, and there was still hope for him to go back alone.

At this moment, my heart was chilled. I never expected that my father's trip would turn out like this. I really wanted to find out the specific reasons, but he didn't say it and I couldn't ask.

My father got in the car, and I greeted Jiang Ping again and again, and told him to be careful on the road.

My father went back to his hometown. I went out to eat something casually and lay on the bed. I was not sleepy at all. During this time, I called my father and Jiang Ping several times. The phone was connected before, but it was not connected at midnight.

Two living people seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth.

It was not until more than three o'clock in the morning that I received a call from my mother. She told me that my father was back and Jiang Ping would stay at my house for a day and come back after resting.

I asked how my father was, and my mother just said that he was fine, but when I wanted my father to answer the phone, my mother hung up.

After hanging up the phone, I hurried to call Jiang Ping, but he didn't answer.

I didn't feel sleepy at all all night. I didn't know what my father encountered on the road. According to my mother's temper, no matter how much you ask, there will be no result.

Now, there is only one way, wait!

Wait for Jiang Ping to come back and ask clearly.

Later, at about five in the morning, I fell asleep in a daze. I slept very well without any dreams, but soon after I fell asleep, I heard Yu Qiu knocking on the door: "Xiao Mao, hurry up and get up. There is not much work to do today. After burning the body, I will take you to Qingyun Temple!"

I opened the door listlessly. Yu Qiu saw my extremely haggard face and was stunned at first, then immediately reminded me: "Look at you, you were tossed around last night, weren't you? I told you to go to Qingyun Temple, but you didn't listen! Hurry up and sleep a little longer. There are only two bodies today, I can go by myself!"

I closed the door, turned back to the bed, shook my head, and finally became more energetic. I took out my mobile phone and called Jiang Ping, but no one answered.

For a moment, I felt a strong sense of tension. At this moment, the phone rang. I thought it was Jiang Ping, but it was Zhang Gensheng. I pressed the answer button and heard Zhang Dahan anxiously say: "Brother Mao, where are you? Something happened. Tang Lang is dead!"

What?

I stood up from the bed and asked: "Chief Zhang, don't joke. He was fine when I left last night. How could he be dead?"

"It's true. When I was at work this morning, the police station received a report that someone was killed in a community. I just arrived and confirmed that it was Tang Lang. He died miserably! I called to ask, did he say anything to you when you two separated last night?"