One day later, I met Grandma Luo again (Ku Luo's second sister, who seemed to be disrespectful to the deceased) and was in the intensive care unit of the hospital. This time, her face was almost deadly, and looking at her, it seemed like a skeleton.

It was still Yang Yu who made the record.

I stood up and bowed to her. She squinted her eyes and looked at me, and was depressed. I said that you asked me for a name. Why? You can just say anything. The corners of her mouth raised, she barely smiled, looked at me with great effort, and said, "I have been suffering for most of my life, but I didn't expect that I would live in such a good house."

I looked at the doors and windows of the ward with iron fences, steel wire bed, white quilts, and full of formalin smell, and I could only smile bitterly.

Her eyes were turbid, almost rolled her eyes, and when she moved, she smiled when she saw my smile. This smile seemed to be relieved. I didn't understand and didn't know what to say for a while. Ma Haibo asked me to come and interrogate Grandma Luo, but in fact the case had come to an end. As for the progress later, how the court judged it, it had nothing to do with me, and even the old man in front of me who had exhausted his vitality.

She worked hard for a while and finally said, "I came to you because I wanted you to be a witness and talk about my son's affairs."

I said that your son was confused by a short mule and killed someone and got rid of the body. He had already admitted it. As for how to judge, it was the court's business. She was very surprised. Her thinking just now could not continue. She stared at her eyes and coughed violently. The nurse next to her came to pat her back. Finally, she coughed out a mouthful of thick black and red phlegm and spit it aside, which made her better. She looked at me resentfully and said, "What did you use to him?" He is a madman now and he doesn't have any brains."

I said I used soul-summoning technique and wanted to call his soul back, but I didn't succeed, but he confessed.

She asked the Han court how the judgment would be made?

I said I didn't understand very much, but generally speaking, a madman is mentally ill and has no criminal ability and cannot be cured. Her face was a little better. She said she didn't understand, but she believed me because I was Long Laolan's grandson. I was a little embarrassed by her words, and it felt a bit like a martial arts novel. Before the master died, he admired his enemies and entrusted him to the younger generation. But to be honest, I did not realize to care about Wang Baosong's affairs. I am a small self-employed person, and I still have to support my family, and my parents have to support me. My parents are in their fifties and still have to work all day. Where can I have that spare money and free time?

Wang Baosong's life will mainly be managed by the relevant departments of the country, otherwise we will not pay so much tax in vain. Wrong, in the Celestial Empire, the word taxpayer does not seem to be popular, and the relevant departments always appear when they should appear. When they should not appear, I know. Grandma Luo worked hard, but in the end, it was for her crazy son.

Grandma Luo asked me if I had gone to see the Huang Laoya. I shook my head and said no, why did I go to see the profiteer?

She was very surprised and said that I was not Huang Laoya who invited her to deal with her. I shook my head and said that she was just a passerby who happened to happen. She didn't understand what I meant, so I told her about the cause and effect of the matter. She listened silently, and after that, she sighed: "Oh, this is fate..." She had a lot of eye poop in her eyes, and shedding tears. I found that my grandmother, Grandma Luo and others believed in fate very much.

But it is true that it is naturally impossible to do this business and believe nothing. There is magic in the dark.

I also began to believe it.

Everything was clear, and Grandma Luo finally started to say these things. She was not in a very high mood. She just said that she had put a Gu on Huang Laoya. No one in the world could solve this Gu except her. She said that if I don’t believe it, you can go and have a look, but don’t try it randomly. I will die immediately if you make a mistake. I said, so what? She asked me to help ask Huang Laoya’s family if he wants to live. If he wants to live, he needs to remove the Gu. If he wants to remove the Gu, he needs to be responsible for her son’s future life, including the cost of treatment.

I said I'll ask you, this thing is not a big deal. Isn't Huang Laoya still conscious? Rich people are afraid of dying. Asking him works best.

I now figured it out that Grandma Luo was preparing to steal Huang Laoya's family. She was originally planning to take revenge on the Huang family, so she poisoned the youngest daughter, who was the weakest in body resistance of the Huang family, and killed her six and a half years old, and then started to torture Huang Laoya. However, when Wang Baosong was released from prison, Grandma Luo found that her son was crazy. Once she passed away, if no one cares about her, her son would be like this in her life. In a few days, she would go underground to accompany her. After thinking about it, she planned today's scene.

She married into Segai Village and never knew that she was a gu-raising man and a witch. This time she made a move, she simply wanted to sacrifice herself and fulfill her son.

Yang Yu called, and news came from the Huang family. They were willing to pay 500,000 yuan to send Wang Baosong to the state mental hospital for treatment and bear all the subsequent expenses. I had heard that the Huang family was a wealthy family in our poor county, and it was indeed generous at this moment. I explained the news there to Grandma Luo, and she said that she wanted me to protect this matter. If the Huang family did not keep their promises and I arbitrated them, she would be relieved. As she said that she was hoping that if the Huang family would get better, and the Huang family would turn against each other, I would take action to maintain the contract.

I flatly refused, I don't want to provoke such a bird thing at all.

Seeing that I refused, she grinned and asked me, "Did you take that little ghost in?" So what if I said yes, so what if I didn't? She said you can't raise it, and within a few days the spiritual body disappeared, and the three souls and seven spirits were gone, and they would disappear forever. I can say that, it's not that our family has no method.

She said helplessly that she had a way to recall the little ghost's earth soul (also known as the soul), awaken the memory, and reopen the spiritual wisdom.

I felt a move in my heart, and awakening memories was really not attractive to me, but if I re-energize the spiritual wisdom, it would really make me envious of the little ghost. Even if my original nature was simple, kind, well-behaved, cute, but over time, I would have to be washed by the filthy yin energy, become jealous, revenge, violent and ignorant, and become evil things. In the end, my mind was completely gone, and I only retained my cruel instinct. If I could recall the earth soul and restart my mind, such a little ghost would have his own consciousness and worldview, and would have achieved something.

And as its owner, I will rise.

I agreed and said that if there was, I would be willing to be this witness. If one party broke the contract, I would pursue it. She looked at me in the eyes and said that I would send a blood curse. My heart was thrilled. In the past, as a party who had been educated for many years and had been atheistic, I would swear like farts, so I would not refuse. However, I studied hard for a few days and knew some tricks, so I naturally did not dare to agree.

What is a blood mantra? It is a kind of using your own blood as a guide, chanting a mantra, and transplanting part of your soul into another human body or contract. The former is at the cost of life, while the latter is at the cost of blood loss. Here we will talk about the latter. If I do not execute the content of the contract, or fail to execute it effectively, everything will go wrong, and it will also affect my family, be weak, sick, and even die of blood diseases. This mantra is extremely vicious. It was said that it originated from Thailand's head-suppressing technique, but there are similar methods in the left and right paths of Miaojiang's black witchcraft, Maoshan Taoism, etc.

I was really shocked, but I didn't expect that Grandma Luo's wishful thinking was this.

I clapped my hands and stood up and said to her, "Grandma Luo, if you give me that method, I will naturally be happy. I will take care of Wang Baosong in the future. If you dare not give it, I would rather let the little devil wash clothes, cook and be a maid for me than take risks for this invisible and intangible thing. The risks and benefits are completely unequal. I'm going home, I don't care about your affairs, it's not my business."

I turned around and left, but she called me before I reached the door. I looked at her calmly, but my hand that pushed the door was not retracted.

Her eyes were filled with eye booze and burst into tears. She said, "How can you do this?" I looked at her indifferently. I really felt soft-hearted before, but when I thought of the little girl's body buried under her bed and those vicious spells, my heart was as hard as my dick every morning."

She said OK, let's get a compromise, then she would give Huang Laoya a blood curse. I breathed a sigh of relief and said that this is OK. Just don't let me suffer any loss anyway. I know she was not willing to Huang Laoya suffer this disaster and live for more than ten years. By then, the Huang family will destroy the contract, and she will have no choice. Huang Laoya was hospitalized for treatment at the First People's Hospital of the State. The one found out that schistosomiasis lung bloating, but she spent countless money and the effect was not good. She was about to transfer to a first-tier city. When she got the news two days ago, she had not left. She just received the call and set off and rushed over immediately.

After the matter was settled, I finally asked Grandma Luo: "It was Qing Yazi who helped you to dig a grave, collect corpse oil, and make a little ghost. He was also doing these things, right? This little ghost is only fourteen years old now, and he is quite brave!"

Grandma Luo didn't look at me, closed her eyes and did not answer.

*******

Yang Yu and I sat on the bench outside the ward. I said to him seriously: "What should be deleted in the record and what should be kept, do you know?"

Yang Yu nodded and said he knew. I confirmed with him: "Some things will rot in the stomach, otherwise there will be worms, do you know?" He heard that I was threatening, and looked at me silently for a while, nodded seriously, and said yes. How did he learn these black witchcrafts that he asked me? Isn't science scientific? I didn't speak, I was silent, and I had no answers, and I didn't know how to answer his question.

Seeing that I didn't speak, he thought it was a taboo, so he quickly apologized. I said it would be fine. After a while, the female policeman named Huang Fei came over and asked me if what Yang Yu said was true? What did I say? She said that her uncle Huang Jianshe (I only knew Boss Huang's real name at this time) was really slaughtered? I said how did I know, Luo Ermei said yes, if you want to believe it, just try it. If you don't believe it, she suddenly turned red and said, "Why are you like this?"

说实话,在我见过的女人里面,黄菲算不上最漂亮的,但是绝对是很独特,很有气质的一个她皮肤白嫩,五官精致,身材也曲致玲珑,一米六七的身高再加上闲时那鸦色如瀑的长发……最关键是她穿上制服时的那飒爽的英姿,即使是最挑剔的男人来看,都不得不心动.

但是,她是女神,有文凭有工作有背景,而我呢,说不好听点,就只是一个乡巴佬,穷吊丝,会点巫蛊之术有什么用,能来钱么?我们两个,倘若没有这一次案子,生命中从此定无交集,我即使有一些花花心思,但是也只是徒劳而已.

Sometimes, people are too expectant of certain things that are mirage and mistressed, and they are hurt.

Look at Grandma Luo, who has been poor all her life and is paralyzed in bed, you will know that these things cannot be at the level of elegance.

The torrent of the times will eventually eliminate it.

也许是自卑吧,我对黄菲就有一些抗拒感.然而她雨打梨花的哭容却一下子把我心中柔软的地方给击中.我吃硬不吃软,看着她那如星空般璀璨的眸子蒙上雾色,眼圈泛红,我连忙说:“好吧,好吧,我跟她谈过了,你们要是肯负责她儿子,应该就没事了.”我心里面在嘀咕,好歹也是人民警察,怎么说哭就哭?

Unexpectedly, she immediately laughed: "Really?"

Of course I said it was true.

At this time, Yang Yu pulled me aside and said, "A colleague left behind in Segai Village called and said that the child named Wang Wanqing ran away. It was last night." Wang Wanqing is the name of Qingyazi, and he should be Grandma Luo's apprentice. I thought of the days when I went out to work alone when I was 16 years old and wandered outside. I felt sad. But I couldn't compare with him, but his psychological quality was ten thousand times that of me. I nodded, not wanting to worry about these things. Even Yang Yu asked me if I wanted to go to Zhongyang Miao Village and asked me to find someone.

Two hours later, Huang Laoya, who had a swelling abdomen, was sent to the county people's hospital.

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