Corpse Cremator

Old Li was halfway through talking about hooking up with a married woman when we arrived at the West City Bus Station. Zhang Dahan chatted with me all the way and became cheerful. He said with a smile: "Xiao Mao, we are at the bus station. I have something else to do, so I won't chat with you anymore. I'll tell you when I have time. But you can go ask the old people in the funeral home. They know more clearly!"

The death of the couple that year is still an unsolved case, and there is no official result.

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang, keep in touch in the future!" I nodded and agreed, smiled and handed him a cigarette, thanked him and got off the bus.

After all, he is the deputy director of the police station. For ordinary people like me, it will be convenient to get close to him in the future.

After waiting for more than two hours at the bus station, I finally picked up my father. I haven't seen him for more than half a year. He has aged a lot, his hair on his temples has turned a lot white, and his spirit is not as good as before.

We came to a restaurant, picked a private room, and just after we ordered the dishes, when the waiter closed the door, my father's face became serious: "Mao'er, have you been set up?"

My father has been doing this business for many years, and he has long opened his eyes to see the Yin and Yang, and he can see any problems at a glance.

I nodded and told him the story of the fallen female corpse, the sudden death of Old Li, and the ghost palm print in the corpse burning room from beginning to end without missing a word.

Finally, I took off my T-shirt and let my father take a look at my left shoulder.

After seeing it, my father frowned and said in a low voice: "Our Mao family has been doing good deeds for generations and never hurt others, but now someone wants to attack my son. Even if it damages his virtue, I will make sure that there will be no grass on his ancestral grave from now on!"

In the countryside, if there are lush vegetation on the ancestral grave, it means that the descendants will have many children and grandchildren, and the descendants of cigarettes will be prosperous. If there is no grass growing on the ancestral grave, it means that there will be no descendants.

My father could say this, and I also realized the seriousness of the matter. It was far more than I thought. I even had a hunch that this matter was quite tricky for my father.

At this moment, I suddenly realized that although my father was kind and gentle on weekdays and smiled at everyone, he also had such a ruthless and decisive side.

My father stood up, locked the door of the private room, took out cinnabar, inkstone, and a stack of yellow paper, and drew two talismans with a pen.

One was a talisman for dispelling evil spirits, which was specially used to gather yang energy and dissolve yin evil spirits. The other was a substitute talisman, which could turn that talisman into a substitute. It had my birth date and eight characters on it. As long as I dripped blood from my fingertips on it, it would become my substitute.

If there were any unclean things that attacked me again, they would regard this talisman paper as me and would not affect me.

My father handed me the evil-repelling talisman and told me, "The evil-repelling talisman can wash away the ghost's hand print on your body. Carry it with you for two or three days and it will be solved. The other substitute talisman looks similar to the Yin-gathering talisman, but the effect is different. It is used to lure the enemy. You drop two drops of fingertip blood on it, and then go to work normally!"

I nodded, full of confidence in my father. From childhood to adulthood, I have never seen anything he can't solve. In my heart, he is like an insurmountable mountain.

After dinner, I planned to take my father to stay in a hotel, but he refused to agree. He asked me for the address of the funeral home and let me go back to work normally.

Before leaving, my father warned me very seriously: "Mao'er, remember, you must not use these means unless it is a life-and-death situation. Your mother has found a partner for you. Go back and get married at the end of the year. You have to deal with these things by yourself in the future!"

After parting with my father, I returned to the funeral home. He has been doing this business for decades, so I was not too worried. I changed into work clothes, asked the director for leave, and went to the cremation room.

At this time, it was past the shift change time, and it was Yu Qiu's turn to be on duty. When I walked in, I saw several family members crying and coming out with tears on their faces.

I walked towards the crematorium carefully and calmly. I just heard Yu Qiu muttering: "Old Li, should I say you are lucky or unlucky? Just when I found a way to change my life, someone with the same horoscope as you came. I don't know if this will work. If it works, I don't know when I can find someone with the same horoscope!"

Change life?

This word mostly exists in TV dramas. It also exists in real life, but it is very rare.

I suddenly remembered that my father once said that some evil magic, two people with the same horoscope can use evil magic to change their lives. Even an old man in his eighties or nineties can change his soul to a child of a few years old and live a new life.

But those methods are terrible and the risks are greater!

Thinking of this, I held my breath and wanted to figure out what was going on. I saw Yu Qiu walking towards the crematorium at the bottom calmly, burning a stack of paper, and worshiping the furnace.

Then, he took out another talisman, threw it into the furnace, and quickly closed it: "Old Li, the ghost palm seal has been made, it's not time yet. When Mao Su's soul is wiped out, I will bring his body to you. Now I can only stay here for a while."

Hearing this, I clenched my fists and wanted to rush up immediately, press Yu Qiu to the ground, and rub him hard. But reason told me that I couldn't rush up like this, so as not to alert the enemy.

After a long time, Yu Qiu put the ashes in front of the furnace into the garbage bag, found a corner to hide, picked up the tool in the tool cabinet to fork the body, and then sent the body into the crematorium.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I walked into the crematorium when I felt it was about time. I greeted Yu Qiu and took out a cigarette from my pocket and handed it to him: "Master Yu, I'm back!"

Yu Qiu was very surprised, but calmed down in the blink of an eye. He asked me worriedly: "Xiao Mao, why are you back? Didn't I ask you to go to Qingyun Temple? The ghost palm seal is not a simple matter. It's not a joke!"

I cursed the old man in my heart. I wanted to rush up and stab him twice, but I couldn't show it on my face. I said calmly: "It's okay, Master Yu, I don't believe in those weird things. It's the 21st century now, everything has to be Speaking of science, I went to the hospital for a check-up and had a CT scan. The doctor said there was nothing wrong. The bruise might have been left by something when I was sleeping. "

Yu Qiu took the cigarette and smiled awkwardly: "You are too bold, kid. As a person who has experienced it, there are some things in the crematorium that I can't tell you! You know, the Stone Mill Funeral Home has been there for decades. The building is old and in the city center. The authorities have asked to demolish it several times, but it has not been demolished. During the interval of more than 20 years, several waves of contractors came, and they all died in the end!"

After that, he reminded: "So, you still have to go to Qingyun Temple and let Taoist Qingyun take a look at you. He is an incredible master!"