Yin Yang ghost hunter

"spiritualism?"

I opened my mouth slightly and looked at my cousin in disbelief, hoping that he was joking with me, but my cousin nodded firmly. He took out an apple from his pocket, took a bite, and continued to speak.

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"Yes, it is soul summoning. Soul summoning is the most basic ability of a ghost hunter. After a person dies, the soul will wander outside. Only when the soul comes to the house once at night, it will completely go to the underworld and never come back."

"The Night of Soul Resurrection? It is the seventh day after death? Grandpa told me that on that day, the bull-headed horse-faced people from the underworld will personally escort their souls back. The statues in the family must be sealed with red paper, and no yellow color can appear.

Because the yellow color represents divine light, if there are these things, they can't come in, right? But I have a little doubt, tonight is the third day, will it be useful? People say it is the first seven souls.

, if I understand correctly, it is the seventh day after death."

I blinked and asked.

My cousin slowly chewed the apple in his mouth, swallowed it, then turned around and said to me:

"Yes, it seems that grandpa has instilled a lot of knowledge into you subconsciously. Although today is still the third day, Zhong Shan still has the ability to capture grandpa's soul. Of course, the premise is that nothing unexpected happens."

I didn't speak any more. I had already seen my own brother's soul, so why not believe in soul-calling? What I'm looking forward to now is my uncle's soul-calling. After all, I haven't seen soul-calling yet.

My cousin only smoked half of the cigarette in his hand and threw it to the ground. He raised his foot and twisted the cigarette butt vigorously. He came over and patted me hard on the shoulder and said:

"Although your corpse poison has been pulled out, you still have to smoke some cigarettes, otherwise your wounds will fester and be unable to be cured, and eventually your whole body will rot and die."

After saying that, he glanced at me, who was stunned, and turned around to leave.

"You bastard, you didn't tell me earlier!"

I left the lit cigarette on the ground and looked at my cousin who was leaving with great disdain. Later I realized that smoking had no effect at all, because my cousin had already regarded me as a ghost hunter in his subconscious mind.

A member of the Zhong family's ghost hunter, so physical fitness is very important. If you smoke, it will affect all aspects of the body's functions. It happens to be this. When fighting ghosts, you can't make any mistakes, otherwise you will fall into eternal disaster.

land.

Perhaps, when he first met me, he had already planned to recruit me into the ranks of ghost hunters.

I touched the ancestral jade pendant on my chest, and then recalled the conversation between my uncle and my cousin. I was shocked. I never thought that I would be born into such a noble family and be born with a vaginal bone? Haha, is this nonsense?

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Suddenly, I felt sorry for the little ghost. At least what my uncle and cousin said was true. Moreover, when I left home before, my father also lamented. He said that if the jade pendant was given to him, he would not

If something like this happened, would it have prevented my brother from dying if I had given this jade pendant to my brother? And would my fate have changed?

I pinched the hair hanging down from my forehead and walked to the funeral shed. The table had been removed. The inside of the funeral shed was very messy and noisy. There was a very uncomfortable smell in the air. The food was mixed with firecrackers.

There is also the special smell of money paper incense candles, which is unbearable.

After a busy afternoon, I returned to the room exhausted both physically and mentally. I didn't even eat dinner, so I just fell on the bed and fell asleep because I wanted to keep my spirits up and wait for my uncle to summon his spirit.

I am full of expectations for the soul summoning. If it succeeds, I will be able to see my grandpa. But I am also a little scared in my heart, because my grandpa no longer appears in front of me in the form of a normal person. He can no longer be said to be a human being.

A kind that is beyond the scope of what I can accept, because when I meet the ghost of an innocent person, I get chills all over and get goosebumps.

At night, there were only three of us, my cousin and my uncle. There was a square table in the funeral shed, covered with a layer of white cloth. In addition to incense candles, there were some melon and fruit offerings and a large bowl.

There is white rice in the big bowl, it all looks very simple.

"Xiao Yuan, call me grandpa, Zhong Li, ring the bell."

The uncle held a copper-colored bell in his hand and handed it to his cousin, but the cousin just glanced at it, put his arms around his shoulders, and ignored the uncle.

"Xiao Yuan, just take it and ring the bell while calling grandpa. Let's start now."

After saying that, the bell was handed into my hand. The bell was very heavy. Although it looked a little small, it was not light in weight. I asked with some doubts:

"Should I call grandpa by his name, or just grandpa?"

"You can just call me grandpa. He is very familiar with you. If you call him by his name, he will feel unfamiliar."

The uncle smiled at me, then reached out and grabbed a ball of rice from a bowl on the table, which was still on the ground. He asked me to stand up. Seeing my confused look, the uncle continued:

"Rice is one of the media that connects the worlds of yin and yang. You stand on it."

"Hmph, didn't you say you wanted to follow your uncle and grandpa's last wishes? Why are you so eager to recruit a disciple and teach him these things so quickly?"

My cousin stood beside me and looked at my uncle coldly.