Uncle Liao gives people the impression that he is honest and dull, and usually rarely talks and chats with people, but as long as he is with me, he will talk more.

In addition, Uncle Liao has a habit of bringing his own dishes and chopsticks every time he goes to someone to have dinner. He said that his hands often touch the patient's body, so it is not clean and avoids being annoying.

Later, when I built a house at home, I had no place to stay during the day, Uncle Liao would call me to his place at home. After he broke the Feng Shui Bureau of my family, he became much more famous, so he was much busier than before. My child was very curious and followed Uncle Liao to travel around the countryside and followed him to liven up the fun.

Not long after, I experienced a strange situation.

But that business was not accepted by Uncle Liao, but by Aunt Ma.

During the period when Uncle Liao was "dormant", Aunt Ma was the only witch in our village. She asked her to deal with any strange things in the neighbors, but this time Aunt Ma encountered a "challenge".

A 78-year-old man died in the neighboring village. His children bought the ingot shoes on his right foot after returning the mourning clothes. No matter what, it was useless to ask Aunt Ma to "ask God and retreat from the ghost". It was obvious that the shoes that were so big that they could not fit.

Aunt Ma knew that she couldn't handle it with her own ability, so she asked Uncle Liao to "help".

I was fine anyway, so I begged Uncle Liao to take me with me. He thought carefully and said, "The place where the dead is full of yin energy, you'd better not go."

"Uncle Liao, please take me with you. It's okay to be at home. I'll learn some skills from you later." Relying on Uncle Liao's like me, I followed him and begged with shamelessness.

He was not good at speaking, so he could only smile after holding it in for a long time, "Then you can't talk nonsense when you go, do you have to listen to me?"

I was happy and said, "Finish."

Then I went to the neighboring village and saw the dead old man in the mourning hall.

He is thin and dark in size, and his whole head is not much bigger than an adult fist. There is a long mustache on his pointed chin, and his face looks a bit like a mouse spirit.

The old man was wearing a blue satin birthday suit, with his left foot very well and his right foot only had one cloud sock.

The master walked around the spirit bed for a while, picked up the ingot shoes and compared them with his feet.

The shoes were indeed a circle larger than the feet, but they couldn't wear them anyway. I heard a woman in her forties say to Aunt Ma outside the mourning hall impatiently: "I would have known to have invited Taoist priest Wang from Dongpu Village. Can you do it? The old man is still waiting to enter the cemetery?"

Aunt Ma smiled and said, "Sister, don't be anxious, it should be almost done." After that, she went into the room and asked the master, "Master Liao, what do you think about this matter?"

Uncle Liao didn't say anything, looked outside the mourning hall and whispered: "Aunt Ma, we can only stare at this matter." After that, he quietly took off the socks on the old man's right foot, and saw a piece of black long nails growing on his toes, which were sharp and sharp.

"This, this is going to make trouble..." Before Aunt Ma could say anything, Uncle Liao quickly signaled her to stop her voice and said, "This matter is more complicated than what you think, not just a corpse transformation." After that, he invited the woman into the room and said, "Sister, I think the old man's affairs are best cremated." After that, he took out three incense sticks and lit them, and inserted them directly in front of the old man's body.

The burning speed of the incense on the right was significantly faster than the other two. Uncle Liao said: "Did you see it? This is..."

Before he could finish his words, the woman interrupted him fiercely and said, "You guys know how to pretend to be a god and cheat people of money. You ask us to burn our old man with fire. Isn't this just to make us unfilial descendants? People from all over the country know this. Will our family still have the face to stay here in the future? If you don't have the ability, just say it, don't come up with bad ideas there."

Before she finished speaking, the master closed the wooden door of the mourning hall. The woman suddenly became nervous and subconsciously stepped back half a step and said, "You, what do you want to do? I can warn you two, my family..."

"Sister, don't get me wrong. I just want you to understand why the old man must be cremated." After that, the master dug some mud and sealed all the light-transmitting parts on the door. Without light, the mourning hall suddenly became gloomy and even the temperature dropped a lot.

Uncle Liao took out a white wax as thick as a human arm from his bag and said, "This is a butter candle. I want to light it now, but there may be strange phenomena after this candle is lit. I just hope that the three of you will not make a sound anyway. Is that okay?"

Aunt Ma and I answered honestly. The woman snorted disdainfully and looked at the beam of the room with her hands.

Uncle Liao inserted the candle in the north corner of the house, and after lit it, he blew out the other candlelight. A little bright light could only illuminate a corner of the house. The rest of the huge mourning hall, including the old man's corpse, sank into the darkness.

Uncle Liao took us into the light in the corner of the house and blocked us. At first, there was no movement, but with the "squeaking" of rats, the old man's little head as thin as a mummy quietly broke through the darkness and appeared in the dark candlelight.

I was so stiff that I was covered in my body. The woman gasped and closed her mouth tightly with her hands before she could make no sound.

I saw the old man's small head, his eyes rolling round, moving slowly from left to right, as if he was searching for something. Every time his dry and dull eyes swept across my face, my skin tightened.

It took a long time to retreat from the candlelight, and then a slight sound of Kerala came from the darkness.

Uncle Liao quickly opened the wooden door, and the yin energy that the sunlight penetrated into the room disappeared and the temperature increased a lot.

I saw the old man's body lying motionless on the wooden board. Uncle Liao walked to his feet and said to the woman: "Sister, look at the soles of the socks."

I saw a lot of dust stained on the white cloud socks. It was obvious that the old man who had died had just fallen to the ground.

"This, this, you..." the woman could no longer speak.

Uncle Liao said: "I will ask you a prudently, what job did the old man do during his lifetime?"

"I am the person in charge of the village." The relatives' answer was rather vague.

"Is the elderly's economic situation good? For example, are there any jewelry or antiques?"

"My father is so poor that Dingdangshanxiang is so poor that there are these things? To be honest, he has all collected the money for medical treatment and funerals by five of us. He left nothing for us except a broken house. Master, what do you mean?" The woman's tone eased a lot.

Uncle Liao frowned and thought for a long time and said, "Since that's the case, I won't be convenient for me to disturb you. You have seen the situation. How to deal with your family will discuss how to deal with it, but I can say with certainty that even if you don't cremate today, you will still have to cremate soon. But in that case, it may hurt people. This is not what your children think." After that, he took me away.

Aunt Ma followed and said, "Master Liao, what's going on? You have to tell me."

Uncle Liao smiled and said, "You also saw that the old man was obviously going to be a corpse. If he had to bury the soil, let alone the local area, even our village was in big trouble."

"But what does it mean when you ask their family's financial situation?"

Uncle Liao opened his mouth and seemed to say, but after thinking about it, he turned to say, "Forget it, this is someone else's privacy, I won't talk nonsense."

However, before we could go far, the old man's eldest son caught up with us. He thanked Uncle Liao repeatedly, but his purple-red face vaguely revealed a hint of uneasiness. Uncle Liao said: "I'm telling the solution. Believe it or not, you are not me."

"I came to Mr. Big not for this, but for you to know if you have any explanation for asking my father about his job?"

"Of course there are statements, but you may not believe them, so it's better not to say them."

The middle-aged man walked around to his master a few steps and said, "Mr. Please stay. She doesn't know what my father did before his death. But I heard from my father that he went out to fight the Japanese when he was fifteen years old. My father is a man of military achievements. Logically speaking, an old revolutionary should not be punished."

Uncle Liao suddenly realized: "So that's it."

The middle-aged man was so anxious that his nose was sweating and said, "Mr. Big, you must tell me, what's going on with the old man?"

"Your old man is a ground mouse." As soon as the master said this, he immediately stunned everyone present.

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Chapter completed!