k, he didn't come up, but instead stood there with his arms crossed, watching me."Mu Xia Qiao, is your stomach too small Why can't others tell that you are pregnant" He started to notice this issue.I...It is said that to make a malevolent spirit, you need to find a fetal or child corpse. Carve a wooden figurine of a child and then use a special candle to burn the corpse's jaw. The melted grease from the corpse should be used to soak the wood, which will allow you to bind a malevolent spirit.
And the more resentment a little ghost has, the stronger it becomes. Some evil cults intentionally torture children to death and then refine them.
Those who take the shortcut chase fame and fortune with their lives on the line. Before, Lily was an anchorwoman, also deceived by Mu Yunliang into raising a little ghost. In reality, Mu Yunliang had refined his soul in there, needing blood energy, Lily would be the first victim.
The sight of the blood-soaked room, the ripped and torn faces and chests, the gruesome instruments sticking out from pierced bellies, is seared into my memory.
Some young people still think it's cool to raise ghosts, or if they're interested, they want to raise one just for fun, but in the end they all get backlashed.
Before we went back home, we had a family meeting. My dad, my brother, and I sat on the couch and discussed the current situation in detail.
Qincheng Hospital is an important point. Now we don't know how many patients inside have been soul-extracted or had their souls filled.
After their actions were discovered, they laid off many employees. Now they are acting very low-key. The hospital has banned casual visits and only allows scheduled visits one day a week.
But who goes to visit The families of the mentally ill are tormented enough, wishing for a place of refuge.
The convalescent home is closed, which has little impact on Qingcheng Hospital; I introduced Cheng Banshen to Xu Yaqi's place for a look, but Cheng Banshen hasn't responded yet.
The hunchbacked guide had burn scars on his face. Could he be the “Grandmaster” who luckily escaped when Jiang Qiyun destroyed the Corpse Refining Village
Behind the black hole, that huge tongue, is it a monster he raised
That monster eats everything, bodies and souls alike. Where on earth is such a thing kept
"They're going to come after us sooner or later, they're just playing possum because they were badly wounded last time. We should use this opportunity to strengthen our forces." My brother scoffed, "Let's hope nothing goes wrong when those two little devils are born."
"Just because he's born doesn't mean we can relax! We need to be even more vigilant, who knows they might even hurt the baby!" My father frowned deeply.
He tapped the white paper on the table, where a relationship diagram was drawn: "Three Taoist priests have been wandering and scheming in the mortal realm for fifty or sixty years. The entire Si Tu family is under the control of the evil cult. They hold immense power and can even influence decisions. We can only rely on the Lin family's influence to contend with them."
I lowered my head in silence. Indeed, the Lin family has helped us a lot. They tidied up after us, provided information, and opened doors for us. They are very important to us.
My brother and I really don't want the Lin siblings to misunderstand us as having ulterior motives. We want to set clear boundaries with them and just be polite, ordinary friends.
It's contradictory when you need something from someone but have to humble yourself.
“Well, let's not think about it too much for now,” Dad patted the table and said, “Currently, Qingcheng Hospital probably doesn't dare to do anything inside. After being swept by the Yin Soldiers, they are also worried about having traitors, which is why they customized a bus route to transport the ghosts to the nearby Death Gate... We disrupted that too, so they should temporarily hold back and hide. Take this opportunity to go home and see Grandpa, and tell him what happened.”
Father let out a long sigh: "Even the Patriarch should pass the torch... Yunfan, you take care of this. Father believes in you."
"Get lost! You're the eldest son, grandson of the family, how come you have no fighting spirit! Just want to quit and leave me with this mess!" My brother complained.
Dad smiled: "I once thought about being the head of the Mu family too."
"Huh Then why is it being given to my older brother now" I asked, pursuing the matter.
Dad took a sip of tea, smacked his lips, and let out a smile that was both tired and sweet.
“Back then, to be worthy of your mother, I even thought about becoming the head of the Mu family. I thought that even if I couldn't show off in the circle, I could marry her lavishly with money, let her be called Mrs., and help her when she made mistakes...”
His voice was tinged with world-weariness.
But she left, and everything lost its meaning. She even left you two little rascals behind, preventing me from going with her. Ah...
He smiled wryly and reached out for a cigarette from my brother. My brother swatted his hand away: "You need to quit smoking too."
"I'll just keep chewing, Xiao Qiao is here, I won't smoke."
"Have a lollipop," my brother said, handing one to Dad. Dad got angry and yelled at him, "You little rascal!"
My heart pounded. Dad bringing up Mom was like touching a wound he couldn't bear, and now he was talking about it—
May I ask a couple of follow-up questions
I hesitated before asking, "Dad, Mom... when did they pass away I can't remember, and you've never told us their death dates."
Dad was taken aback: "What anniversary She lives in my heart every day. What's the point of an anniversary I pay my respects morning and night, burning three incense sticks every day. I treat her like an ancestor."
My older brother replied, “I have a vague memory of it. I think I was seven or eight years old Little Qiao would have been two or three at the time, right”
A wave of relief washed over me inwardly.
That's what you think, I wasn't born after my mother died!
At least it wasn't the kind my brother saw that day!
I'm not saying I can't accept the term "coffin boy". When Shen Qingrui told me before that I was a pure yin coffin boy, I didn't find it particularly difficult to accept.
Children like this have existed throughout history and can be scientifically explained, they are not terrifying.
But that day my brother firmly refused to let me see it, and Jiang Qiyun said I was overthinking things, which made me even more curious.
The interior of the small coffin must have been an incredibly strange and terrifying sight to have driven several people mad.
I'm afraid... that I'd be just as difficult for them to accept.
"By the way, Dad, why did you name me Xiao Qiao People might think I have an older sister named Da Qiao." I asked with a smile, trying to change the subject which was getting a bit melancholic.
My dad was stunned.
He scratched his head and said, "Because your mom's name is Shen Junqiao, I call her Xiao Qiao... I think the most beautiful woman in the world is called Xiao Qiao. I can't think of any other names."
Just that one sentence, and I started to cry.
I don't know why tears would suddenly well up in my eyes.
It turns out that Xiao Qiao can carry a lifetime of love and infatuation, a lifetime of reluctance and longing.
Isn't it said that all of us in this line have our fates marked with five misfortunes and three deficiencies
Why are the men in our family so steadfast in their love, even knowing there's a risk of widowhood, loneliness, and hardship
My brother said discontentedly, "That old geezer is stirring up emotions again! He made Qiao cry!"
"Didn't Xiao Qiao ask me to explain this ... You little brat, who are you calling old geezer Your name was given to you by your mother, isn't it nice"
My brother scoffed: "They're all from the Yun generation, yet he chose a common word like 'fan'. What difference does it make if it sounds good or not"
"Old Dad kicked him in the leg: 'The word "fan" has many meanings, you rebellious child…'
" under the windowpane, thin and extending little by little.The red thread, like a sentient animal, continued to slide downward on its own. Outside the window, tall figures gradually pushed the red th...