Tongsheng

My great-grandfather gave us some things, and my brother and I stayed in the room for the whole afternoon to do handicrafts.

Drawing and paper-cutting people.

My brother is a soul painter, and others can't understand what he draws.

I still remember the torture instrument he drew "Baihuapei" before, and he twisted the word "8". Who can understand what it is?

When we were studying basic skills at the Shen family, we also learned to draw talismans, wash our hands and burn incense, chant mantras and calm our minds, and we must do it in one go and not break it.

My brother actually draws paper people this way, drawing all the outlines in one stroke and then drawing talismans on his body.

It's so ugly that I can't stand it.

He grinned and said, "It's enough to make one! Look at you, you've carved the talisman every time, which made me draw it so many times..."

The method of drawing paper people is very simple. Use a piece of paper to fold in half, and then draw half of the paper people's head, face, body, hands, and feet in the fold. This way, cut it and unfold it, it will be the simplest paper people.

However, you must first choose the color of the paper, generally yellow, white and red.

Yellow paper leads to life, red paper leads to death.

After cutting it out, draw talismans in the middle of the body. It is not difficult to carve the talismans.

The talisman is too complicated, and my brother can only carve out the students who hold the scalpel like this, let alone me, as an outsider, who carved several paper pieces.

"Okay, okay, you put it there, I'll help you carve it... If you carve it, we will use up all the yellow paper!" My brother sent me off in disgust and asked me to put down the utility knife.

I had no choice but to sit aside and watch him perform.

When Aunt Zhang came in to add tea to us, she said, "Can this kind of paper man do? You all carved the talismans crookedly. Will it be useful then?"

"Great grandfather said he could be a substitute, just look ugly..." My brother curled his lips, picked up the teacup and took a sip, waved his hand and asked Aunt Zhang to take the water away.

Aunt Zhang looked at my brother blankly: "Young master, you really have the style of an old man when he was young."

"Ah?" My brother looked back at her.

"When you concentrate on doing things, you don't like to disturb others. The old man is like this. Sometimes he even drives away your grandmother." Aunt Zhang recalled.

We secretly complained that of course he wanted to drive away the grandma. When he was cruel and ruthless, of course he didn't want the grandma to see it.

"The old man is a powerful person, not afraid of heaven or earth... But most of the men in the Mu family are very dedicated. I guess you are a lover too, right?" Aunt Zhang smiled and retreated.

My brother scratched his head, he was dedicated? A lover?

It would be strange if he was dedicated. Although he had never confessed to me how many friends he had, according to my estimate (actually, he was peeking at his communication records), he probably had two or three friends of the opposite sex who were close to each other.

But he is not so passionate about this kind of thing. He just needs to get his needs once or twice a month. I feel that he is really going to get what he needs and solves his physiological needs. I don’t understand him.

"Aunt Zhang is going around the corner and asking you to get married soon, right?" I asked.

My brother snorted lightly, too lazy to answer this question.

The men in the Mu family are quite dedicated. The question is who can escape the five disadvantages and three shortcomings? Didn’t my great-grandfather and my dad both take the “widower” point?

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There were two yellow paper men on the table. We pierced our fingers and dripped a drop of blood on the paper men's head, waiting for our great-grandfather to check it out.

Grandpa looked at our technology and shook his head helplessly. He walked through many places during the old years of chaos. At that time, there were many strange methods among the people, and now many of them have been cut off from their inheritance.

Only by having blood, living environment, and personal teachings can one be called the word inheritance.

As the saying goes, a dragon gives birth to a dragon, a phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and the mouse's son can dig holes...

The world is different now. Great grandfather cannot teach us all the secret techniques of the strange corpse oil, such as the evil method of using corpse oil, where can we go to get corpse oil unless we commit illegal crimes!

At night, my brother and I hid in the main hall, and the two paper men were placed in our room separately.

It was late at night, and there was only the rustling sound of the wind blowing through the leaves outside. I was so sleepy that I yawned. It seemed that Jiang Qiyun could not come tonight... Seeing that he was so busy, I felt a little distressed. Did Master Bai Qi find his wife? He ran around again, and I felt that Jiang Qiyun was about to get angry.

I was so sleepy that tears came out. Just as I was about to speak, my brother made a gesture: "Shhh... is here."

A night wind brought two fluttering red paper men. After landing, they stood up, stretched their hands forward, walking towards our yard like zombies.

The two of us had our substitute paper men in the room, and they were quickly pulled out by the red thread, burning under the corridor, and turned into ashes in just over ten seconds.

The great-grandfather raised his left hand behind us, and his left ring finger tied one of my hair. At this time, the hair was windless and floated in one direction.

Our substitute has been taken away by the paper man. As long as we follow the direction of the hair floating, we can find the place to cast the spell.

There are many buildings in the village, and the most beautiful ones are homes of our tribe, most of which are three-story single-family houses, front yard and back yard, and garage.

One of the buildings had turned off the lights. As soon as he approached, his great-grandfather sneered: "The smell of corpse oil..."

I felt a little impressed by him. I only smelled the smell of plants and soil in the mountains and fields. How could he smell a strange smell?

It was no problem for my brother to climb over the wall and pick the lock. He quietly flipped in from the wall and secretly opened the door.

This is the Mu Yunliang family, and we all know it in our hearts.

His living room also retains the shape of a mourning hall, with black curtains hanging on the main hall wall, with Mu Yunliang's portrait hanging on it.

I've never seen such a portrait.

I remember there was a profession called corpse beauty, which was responsible for repairing damaged bodies so that the bodies could be bid farewell to relatives and friends as completely as possible.

However, Mu Yunliang's portrait was the appearance of his entire face being exposed after being peeled. It should have been taken out in the morgue.

His eyes rolled up from left to right, his whole face was so dark that it was skinless, like a monster.

No, he has become a monster.

He is still in the underworld, waiting for the final destruction of ashes.

But there are still people here who are unwilling to give up to summon him.

We haven't seen Mu Yunliang's father for a long time. It is said that he was too sad and had no shame to meet others, so he stayed in the door and refused to go out.

But at this moment we saw Mu Yunliang's portrait.

He was tied to a chair, and his flesh had sagged.

Generally speaking, stiffness will occur 1-3 hours after death, and some will continue to 7 or 8 hours. After stiffness, the enzymes in the body tissues will begin to digest the muscles and form "autolysis". The body will slowly become softer, and finally the entire skin muscle will "collapse".

His situation has been dead for about two or three days.

A voice came from the entrance of the stairs leading to the basement. My brother picked up a small folding stool and walked to the entrance of the stairs to eavesdrop.
Chapter completed!