Merchant of the Underworld

Li Mazi quickly fetched a bucket of water from the ancient well, which surprised me. Why was he fetching water in the middle of the night?

Then, he poured all the well water into a large pot, and then began to add wood to make a fire.

Although his movements are unnatural, it can be seen that he is very skilled at it. I really don't understand what this guy is doing.

Then, Li Mazi started crying in front of the well. After crying, he started laughing again. The scene was as scary as it could be.

I took a deep breath and decided to wake up Li Mazi first.

However, as soon as I leaned forward, Li Mazi covered his stomach and began to roll in pain.

His expression was painful, as if he was undergoing a life-and-death torture. But the strange thing is that his mouth was opened wide, obviously wanting to scream, but no sound came out of his throat.

I was frightened by Li Mazi and couldn't help but take two steps back.

Li Mazi struggled painfully under the moonlight for a while, then he forced himself to get up, then dipped a towel in the boiling water in the pot, then covered his crotch and wiped it gently.

He was exerting all his strength, concentrating all his strength on his lower body. After working hard for a long time, he suddenly relaxed and lay on the ground breathing heavily, as if he had just completed a difficult exercise.

But I was dumbfounded because I finally figured out what he was doing, he was delivering his own baby!

Yes, it was a delivery. The series of actions just now were clearly what a pregnant woman would do when she gave birth.

Now that the delivery is complete, Li Mazi naturally has no strength.

Seeing this, my brain suddenly flashed with inspiration, and I seemed to know what the embroidered shoe was.

Could it be the legendary ‘mother-child flesh mark’?

Now that he understood the origin of the embroidered shoes, there was no need for Li Mazi to continue struggling, because at this time, Li Mazi had already taken out the scissors and was about to 'cut the umbilical cord' for himself.

I immediately ran into the house, took out Li Mazi's salad oil, and poured it all on his head and the embroidered shoe.

Because my grandfather once told me that the flesh mark between mother and child is actually the resentment of pregnant women. For those pregnant women who were pregnant for ten months but died in childbirth because they could not give birth to their children, the resentment they felt before death was difficult to dissipate and was often absorbed into the clothes and shoes they carried with them.

These clothes stained with resentment are called: mother-child flesh marks.

Anyone who comes into contact with the mother-child flesh mark will suffer from a strange form of sleepwalking, repeating what happened to the pregnant woman during her lifetime. Such as washing dishes, doing laundry, giving birth, etc.

Although it does not hurt people's lives, it can often cause people to suffer from schizophrenia.

It is not difficult to cure the mother-child flesh mark. The most fearful thing about this thing is oil. As long as a basin of oil is poured on it, the sleepwalker will wake up immediately.

After I finished all this, Li Mazi finally woke up, got up from the ground with a loud cry, and was about to leave the well while rolling around.

I quickly chased after him and stopped Li Mazi: "Li Mazi, be quiet, it's okay!"

Li Mazi was no longer so panicked now. He grabbed my arm and said, "Brother Zhang, you must know how to deal with this shoe, right? Damn it, I actually felt like a pregnant woman giving birth just now..."

I said to Li Mazi with a serious face: "Li Mazi, listen to me, this thing you encountered is called the mother-in-law flesh mark, and it is a very evil evil thing. I'm not sure yet, go and get it for me." Order breast milk and olive oil, not too much, just thirty milliliters and fifty milliliters. Go now, if it's later I'm afraid I won't be able to make it."

When Li Mazi heard what I said, he was immediately dumbfounded: "Olive oil can be bought in supermarkets, but where do you want me to get breast milk? I can't express it."

I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, but this Li Mazi still had time to joke with me. I immediately got angry and said, if you can't find it, stop looking for it. I don't want to take care of this matter.

Remember, if you can’t find it within half an hour, even if my grandfather comes in person, he won’t be able to fix it.

Li Mazi saw my expression and knew the importance of the matter, so he turned around and ran out without saying a word.

I quickly walked into the house. Li Mazi's son was already awake and looking at me with fear on his face.

I untied the rope tied to him without hesitation and said: "Go to a crowded place and don't go home tonight. If you don't see your father and me tomorrow, don't look for us. We will come back."

Li Mazi's son also knew about the strange things that happened in the past few days. Seeing my serious expression, he was also frightened and nodded tremblingly.

After seeing off Li Mazi's son, I took the time to find another bucket of salad oil in the house. After cutting the hole wide, I threw the embroidered shoe into the oil bucket.

I observed the embroidered shoes carefully and found that the red on the embroidered shoes was fading little by little, and the golden salad oil gradually turned into blood red.

I took a breath of cold air. If this shoe was really a mark of flesh and blood, I might not be able to clean it up.

I kept squatting and observing the embroidered shoes. The embroidered shoes were soaked in cooking oil and remained motionless. It was so quiet around me that I could even hear my own heartbeat.

Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed, twenty-five minutes passed, and Li Mazi's voice still did not come from the courtyard.

I was very anxious. In the first half hour, there should be no problem, but in another half hour, this bucket of oil may not be able to cure the embroidered shoes!

I scolded all the eighteen generations of Li Mazi's ancestors in my heart. Half an hour was about to pass, and in the last three minutes, Li Mazi finally came back. He was so tired that he was out of breath. As soon as he came in, he handed me a drink bottle and a pot of olive oil: "Damn it, I'm exhausted, is it too late now?"

Where do I have time to pay attention to Li Mazi? Immediately, I poured olive oil and human milk into a basin, stirred it briefly, and then put the embroidered shoes in it to soak.

Strangely enough, the moment the embroidered shoes were thrown into the basin, the liquid in the basin started to boil and bubble.

The embroidered shoe was rolling up and down in the boiling liquid but would not sink.

Li Mazi was dumbfounded and said, "What the hell is going on here?"

My palms were sweating, and I didn't dare to look away from the basin.

It wasn't until the end that the liquid stopped boiling and the embroidered shoe finally sank, that I breathed a sigh of relief. He squatted on the ground and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "It's done."

Li Mazi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's good."

"What a fart." I rolled my eyes at Li Mazi: "This method can only suppress it for a while, but it won't suppress it forever! In less than ten days and a half, these embroidered shoes will make a fuss again, and by then it will be useless for you to move. "

Li Mazi was dumbfounded and quickly asked what to do next?

I took a deep breath and said, "Let's make sure first whether this is the flesh mark of mother and child!"