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"Mr. Song, please follow me."
He Lijuan's eyes turned red instantly. She stood up and led Song Fengchen upstairs.
When she reached the place, she stopped, unscrewed the door, turned on the light, and let Song Fengchen in sideways.
Song Fengchen looked up, ignoring the layout of the room, and saw three small beds placed side by side.
He walked over, only to see an old man with gray hair, wrinkled face and weak breath lying on each of the three beds.
"This is?"
He Lijuan wiped the corner of her eyes: "The one on the far left is my husband."
Cheng Hanfei was slightly startled, the two of them didn't look like husband and wife, but father and daughter, the age gap is too big.
Then I heard He Lijuan continue to say: "The two in the middle and the one on the right are my son and daughter."
Cheng Hanfei was taken aback for a moment, and closed his mouth decisively.
"Seven days ago, that is, on the 20th, it was the anniversary of my father-in-law's death. My husband made a special trip home with two children to pay homage to his old man. I didn't go with me because of a temporary business. When they came back that night, there was only one I was so sleepy, I just thought they were tired after running around all day. I didn¡¯t expect that when I went to wake them up the next morning, they would have already turned into what they are now.¡±
Because of this, she didn't dare to send people to the hospital, for fear that people would find out and cause unnecessary trouble.
"So what happened to them?" Song Fengchen asked.
"I don't know." He Lijuan choked with sobs: "After that day, they have been in a coma. Even if they wake up occasionally, they are stupid and don't recognize anyone. My dad was like this before he passed away "
If she hadn't seen that the situation had become so serious, she wouldn't be willing to take out those two jade seals. After all, no matter how stupid a person is, he should know the value of these two jade seals.
Song Fengchen walked to the small bed in the middle, stretched out his hand to open the right eyelid of the person on the bed, and faced a slack eyeball.
He has a measure in his heart.
"Master Song?" Seeing Song Fengchen retracting his hand, He Lijuan couldn't help shouting.
Song Fengchen stood up straight, turned around, looked up at her, and said only: "Their longevity has been taken away."
He Lijuan's eyes flashed a look that she really did, and her mood fluctuated more and more: "Then, what should I do now?"
Song Fengchen calmly said, "The most urgent thing is to find out what happened that day."
Having an idea, he said again: "Ms. He, please help me prepare some things."
Half an hour later¡ª
On the altar, there is a bamboo cage in the middle, in which there are nine crowing roosters, and there are oil lamps on the left and right sides.
Song Fengchen pulled a red rope and tied one end to the oil lamp on the left, then took the red rope and wrapped it around the rooster's neck three times, and finally tied the other end to the oil lamp on the right.
After finishing this, he took a porcelain bowl and a knife, and walked to the leftmost little bed. Lying on the bed was He Lijuan's husband, Cao Yuanzhong.
Song Fengchen grabbed his left hand, put the porcelain bowl under the palm of his hand, and then picked up a knife to cut his finger pulps one by one to bleed blood.
When the blood covered the bottom of the bowl, Song Fengchen said, "Okay."
After finishing speaking, he picked up the porcelain bowl and returned to the altar. As for the wound on Cao Yuan's middle finger, He Lijuan took care of it.
I saw that Song Fengchen took a tube of cinnabar water and poured it all into the porcelain bowl. After stirring evenly, he divided the blood in the bowl into three parts and poured kerosene into the left and right oil lamps on the altar. , one portion and the steamed buns were put into the bamboo cage, and the last portion was mixed with ink to draw symbols on Cao Yuanzhong's heart.
When all the steamed buns in the bamboo cage were swallowed by the rooster inside, Song Fengchen flipped his wrist, and two talisman papers appeared on his fingertips. Fly towards the oil lamp.
There was only a puff, and the talisman papers turned into ashes and fell one after another, leaving two oil lamps glowing brightly. The crowing of the rooster disappeared without a trace in the next moment, and the rooster in the bamboo cage kept the posture of crowing, raising its head, or lowering its head, or combing its wings, without moving.
He Lijuan and the two subconsciously held their breath.
After a few breaths, there was a bang, and the first chicken on the left, which was strung on the red rope in the bamboo cage, fell down and lost its life in an instant.
What Song Fengchen did was to transfer the longevity of these roosters to Cao Yuanzhong, but because the technique was too simple and rough, the effect would definitely not be much better.
& nbsp; At the same time, Cao Yuanzhong opened his eyes after a few weak coughs on the small bed.
"Yuanzhong¡ª" He Lijuan was so excited that she rushed forward.
"Li, Lijuan?" Cao Yuanzhong panted heavily, trying to sit up, but couldn't struggle: "I, what's wrong with me?"
"Mr. Cao," time was running out, Song Fengchen interrupted the reminiscence between the two without hesitation: "What happened to you on the 20th?"
"That's right, that's right," He Lijuan just remembered the business, and she said anxiously: "Yuanzhong, you took your child back to your hometown that day, what happened?"
As soon as the voice fell, the second chicken in the bamboo cage fell down.
Although Cao Yuanzhong didn't know Song Fengchen, but seeing He Lijuan's anxious look, he also knew the urgency of the matter, and he didn't care about other things, so he carefully recalled what happened that day: "That day that day I finished cleaning up for my father. After the tomb, Third Uncle originally wanted to keep me for a few more days, but I refused, and then drove back with the child."
"It ended up raining heavily for some reason on the way. Judging by the weather, the heavy rain didn't seem to stop in a while. At that time, there happened to be a family on the side of the road¡ªas I remember, that family was very far away from Gejia Village. So I knocked on the door of his house with my children, planning to take shelter from the rain at his house.¡±
Just as he was talking, the third chicken in the bamboo cage lost its breath.
"Not long after, another group of people hiding from the rain came to the door. The rain didn't stop, probably because they were bored, a tall and thin man in this group took out two dice from his pocket, and pulled his The companions gambled."
"They don't gamble, but randomly fold some willow sticks thrown by the owner's children in the corner as chips. We also feel a little bored. Seeing their betting rise, we simply sit over and watch them gamble. See you, the tall and thin, very happy Warmly invite us to play together."
"We thought it wasn't gambling|money anyway, and it didn't matter if we played a couple of games, and then we folded some wicker and played with them."
"Our luck is not very good. We lose more and win less. Fortunately, we don't lose money. When we lose all the chips, we go to break the wicker. It didn't take long for the wicker in the corner to be broken by the three of us. Just at this time, the rain stopped , we all have to hurry, so we didn't continue to gamble."
Having said this, Cao Yuanzhong's eyes flashed a hint of unfinished business.
"It's strange to say that after we walked for a short distance, we found that the road surface was not wet at all, as if it was only near Gejia Village before."
Song Fengchen asked: "Do you remember how many willow sticks you lost in total?"
"I lose less, more than thirty. Chongming (Cao Yuanzhong's son) and the others lose more, fifty or sixty for sure, there must be, there are"
Cao Yuanzhong's voice became smaller and smaller, and then passed out.
In the bamboo cage, as the last rooster fell down, the oil lamps on both sides went out.
"Yuanzhong, Yuanzhong" He Lijuan shouted anxiously. Seeing that Cao Yuanzhong couldn't be woken up, she suddenly turned her head to Song Fengchen: "Master Song, what's going on?"
"A wicker, one year's lifespan." Song Fengchen said in a deep voice, "He lost his lifespan."
After hearing this, He Lijuan stared at her, anxiously: "Then, Master Song, what should we do now?"
"Mr. Cao didn't know that Yang Shou was the one who lost," Song Fengchen said in a deep voice, "To put it bluntly, they were tricked by someone. Or, it might not be human at all."
"How about this," Song Fengchen pondered for a while, "You first bury these roosters for Haosheng, burn more paper money, and then take me to Gejia Village to see if you can find some useful clues, as long as you can find out the behind-the-scenes People, things will be easy."
"Okay, okay." He Lijuan responded hurriedly, only taking Song Fengchen as the backbone.
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