When we rode to Huanggangzi, we almost became ice sculptures, and even our eyelashes were frosted, and our hands and feet were as cold as if they were not on our body, like a piece of wood, and we had long lost consciousness.

Daya brought a bundle of corn stalks from somewhere, and then lit them after they were dispersed.

Although the fire is not very strong, it is very warm. It is just that the fire is roasted in the wild, it is hot at the beginning and cool at the end, the cold wind is blowing from the back, and the heat waves on the chest are swaying. I am afraid that people who have never really felt it cannot understand this feeling. While roasting the fire, they kept stomping their feet, and it took a long time to recover.

I pointed to the room and briefly explained the situation inside to Lichun.

After hearing this, Lichun thought about it and said to me and Daya, "What I can think of now is to try 'soul-retaining'. If I can restrain my soul, I can know what's going on. But I'm just worried that this old man has been dead for too long, and I'm afraid he has been reincarnated and cannot be detained."

After hearing this, I smiled faintly and told Lichun with certainty that she would let her down, that the old man's soul would definitely be still there.

After hearing what I said, Lichun raised his eyebrows and looked confident and said: "If you can be sure that your soul is still there, I can guarantee that you can successfully conceal your soul!"

We don’t understand this kind of ghost-like matters very well. In the warm time of the fire, the beginning of spring told us something, saying that a person’s life will die when he reaches his life. After death, the soul will float away from his body and drift to the gate of hell. Only after passing the gate of hell will the soul become a ghost.

After the Gate of Ghost, there is the road of the underworld that I often hear, that is, the way to guide. There are many lonely ghosts wandering on this road, all of whom are not dead but not normal. Ghosts like this are actually very pitiful. They cannot go to heaven, to the underworld, and to reincarnate. They can only wander on the road of the underworld until Shouyang arrives and report to the underworld and wait for their deaths.

There is a fiery red "Red River" on the Huangquan Road, growing clusters on the Santu River, with bright red colors that look like a carpet paved with blood from a distance, and it is also the only gorgeous color on the Huangquan Road.

Although what Lichun said was a bit beautiful, Daya and I were a little creepy when we heard it, and we didn’t know whether it was true or not.

I looked at Lichun and asked her: "I mean what you mean. If this old man's soul has not left, he will not be able to enter the gate of hell, and even ghosts can't do it?"

Lichun turned his eyes, pouted, and nodded.

Now I know that death may be easy, but being a ghost is not easy, and it is much more difficult than being a human being.

It was almost warm. The beginning of spring was ready and decided to start, but it seemed that I suddenly thought of something again. I looked at me and Daya in a dilemma.

I knew what happened to Beginning of Spring at a glance, so I took the initiative to ask Beginning of Spring if I needed help.

Lichun told me embarrassedly that this kind of "soul-retaining technique" might not work alone, and she still needs a helper.

I immediately understood that most of this kind of shamanism requires two people. Back then, Aunt Fan and his wife did it together. Aunt Fan was the great god responsible for hiring the gods, while his wife was the second god responsible for communicating.

There is only one person in the beginning of spring now. It is obvious that there is one person between me and Daya to play the "Er Shen".

I cleared my throat, patted Daya's shoulder, and said sternly: "Daya, you have lived for almost 30 years, and have not made any contributions to the motherland, the people, and the elders of my hometown. Whenever I think about this, I feel sorry for you and heartbroken. While you are still young, you must shoulder more responsibilities. Now, it is time for you to serve the people, give full play to your talents, cooperate well with the Beginning of Spring, and resolutely take down this epoch-making arduous task, and don't let the people down the expectations of you!"

At first, Daya didn't know what I was going to say, but later she realized that he was letting him play the role of the second god. She jumped up at that time: "Okay, you Lai Liang, aren't you ruining my reputation for life? I think I am a handsome man, Marxism and Lenin, when will I pretend to be a god? Besides, I have no experience in this matter, and I am not as good as you. At least I am a subordinate of the Xuanzong, with a straight and righteous root. The revolutionary tasks are not divided into primary and secondary, and those who can rank, I am determined to give you this glorious opportunity. I want to believe that you will definitely not be afraid of hardships, go straight forward and achieve the final victory! Lai Liang, for the sake of the people, you should jump boldly!"

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Lichun heard us talk nonstop, and looked left and right. After a long time, he finally pointed at Daya: "Brother Daya, I will love you, and you don't have to do anything else. Your soul will come to my body in a while. If you keep beating this drum, you must not stop. If you stop, all your efforts will be wasted. Brother Lai Liang is responsible for the questioning. It will not take too long, and it will probably only take a few minutes to pick the important questions."

When Daya heard Lichun ticking his name, his mouth wide open, as if he was as dumb as a wooden chicken.

Under the severe gaze and scolding of the beginning of the spring, Daya reluctantly grabbed the Taiping drum and took the divine whip.

Lichun opened her backpack and changed into a shamanic dress. When she looked at Lichun, she felt that Lichun was even more charming and attractive.

This magical dress has a round concave collar, a pair of narrow sleeves, and a long robe with dark red coarse cloth. There are eight copper buckles running through the collar to the bottom. Three solid and soft roe leather on both sides and the back of the front chest are respectively subsidized. The roe leather on the front chest is hung with sixteen-sided brass protective bronze mirrors, and the roe leather on the back is hung with ten-sided brass protective bronze mirrors. A white-backed embroidered black-edged sleeve hoop is placed on the middle of the sleeves. The cuffs are black cloth sleeve hoops, and the two hoops are decorated with white-toothed shell cross patterns.

Looking at the whole set of magic clothes, the hardness and softness complement each other, and the squareness is seen in the song. The colors are composed of three main colors: red, black and white. The auspicious cloud patterns embroidered on the plane highlight the relief. The use of black cloth patches, toothed shells and copper bells on the robe has the outstanding decorative effect. The red, blue and yellow ribbons on the shoulders have the jumping color. From my aesthetic cognition, this robe echoes, natural and coordinated, and is integrated. The multi-layered decorative materials cover the complex but not trivial, and it has a unique exotic style when worn on the robe.

I remember seeing Aunt Fan wear this kind of robe, but I don’t know why she felt so awkward at that time. Now when I put it on Lichun, it doesn’t look like a wizard’s robe, but more like a bohemian show on the fashion week catwalk.

Daya was a little surprised to see Lichun's outfit, probably not expecting that the witch was so fashionable.

After seeing us looking at her, Lichun smiled shyly, and then he dragged the copper bell on his body with his hands and started to work on something else. The pleasant sound of the copper bells in the jingle is very musical.

Daya and I also helped set up incense and candles at the door, offer fruits, start burning incense and burning paper.

After getting ready, Lichun stood in front of the desk and took a strange step, and began to dance on a strange dance. He did not feel weird at all, but had a special rhythmic beauty. He danced calmly, with a relaxed and broad mind, like walking, or flying. The copper bell on his body also rang, without feeling any artificiality, natural, elegant and smooth.

The drums that Daya started to beat were still messy and messy, but later, the rush and heavy sound of the drums had been completely integrated into the entire atmosphere, harmonious and natural. Only then did I feel that Daya was born to be a material for being a "two gods". It would be a bit in a bit of a pity to not be a "two gods" in this life.

More than half an hour passed when I sang and danced. Seeing that Lichun's face was already sweating, her head was also covered in white air, and she was a little panting, but her movements were not slow at all. Suddenly, I saw Lichun's whole body began to tremble like a sieve chaff, her eyes turned white, and she looked very terrible, as if she was twitching because of "sheep horn madness". I was so scared that I was a little lost in my body, and I didn't know what was going on.

Daya was also a little stunned, looking straight at Lichun, and the divine whip in his hand was still unconsciously beating the single drum.

I saw Lichun leaning back and falling down. This happened so suddenly that when I realized it, Lichun had already fallen straight to the ground.

I hurried over and was about to help Lichun. But as soon as my hand reached over, Lichun suddenly opened his eyes, widened, and looked at me blankly. The look of looking at her made me feel uneasy. I tried to call Lichun's name a few times, but she seemed to be unable to hear anything, and her eyes were empty and unconscious.

I felt something was wrong and was about to greet Daya, but when I saw Lichun rushing from the ground, I sat up, smiled coldly, and asked me with a weird expression: "Who are you?"

I was stunned when I heard this sound, because the sound was extremely low and hoarse, and it didn't look like the beginning of spring at all.

Then I understood that it was probably the beginning of the spring that had already arrested the old man's soul. I quickly gave Daya a look and signaled Daya to continue beating the drum, while I began to ask a few questions tentatively.

As expected, Lichun in front of me seemed to have become another person, from his expression to his tone of speaking, he was very unfamiliar with his expression and manners. Although he spoke a little intermittently, he was lucky enough to understand.

He told me that his surname was He and his name was He Tiancheng. His hometown was in Hulidonggou in the northwest of Lishu County. He came here for some reason more than 40 years ago. He said that Ming remembers sleeping at home, but when he woke up, he found himself lying in this room.

When he said this, he could clearly feel a little scared and frightened. He said in a daze that something in the room had entangled him. No matter how far he walked out during the day, he would come back by magic at night. After several times, he was completely desperate. He said that he could not escape at all, and the room was haunted.

The evil ghost was very fierce. Later, the ghost forced his soul out of his body. When he realized that he was dead, he found that what was even more terrifying was that even if he died, his soul could not live without this room. He could only watch the evil ghost forcibly occupy his body, and he went out several times a year. He didn't know what he did after going out.

When I wanted to ask something else, I saw the beginning of spring crying, snot, saliva flowing, my whole body was hard, and my expression was distorted. I didn't look right and immediately shouted to stop the drum.

Big teeth threw down the drum and came over to help me pick up Lichun. At this time, Lichun's body was hard and would not bend back at all. We finally picked her up.

Lichun's body gradually became softer, and her face also had some blood color, and it became a little rosy, not as pale as before. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled reluctantly at me and Daya.

This kind of soul-retaining technique is also a high-level witchcraft in shamanism. It uses its own body as a medium to possess the soul of the undead, so as to communicate with people. The greater the resentment of the soul, the more serious the damage it will cause to the media body. At the same time, the physical condition of the possessed medium cannot be too strong, otherwise it will be difficult to possess the soul. This is why most wizards who invite gods are women and their physiques are generally very poor.

Daya threw some firewood on the fire, and carried Lichun to the fire and roasted it. After the body warmed up, Lichun recovered some energy, but there was still a hint of haggard between his eyebrows and eyes.

On the way home from Lichun, Daya and I repeatedly expressed our gratitude to Lichun and sang hymns to the best of our ability, almost calling Lichun a national hero.

Although Lichun became much weaker after this trouble, she still joked with us from time to time and insisted on playing with us for a few days. Daya and I were so scared that we quickly told her to give up this idea, but Lichun was so stubborn that she pouted, and played with a childish temper, and ignored us.

Daya and I were helpless, so we deceived her and said that we could call us when she recovered and we would not leave for a short time.

Seeing that the place was coming, Lichun repeatedly threatened Daya and me, not letting us tell her family about these things, so as not to worry about her family.

When I sent Lichun home, I didn't dare to mention this matter to her family. After chatting for a few casual words, I found an excuse to sneak out.
Chapter completed!