dead body search

Chapter 2

Qingliu Town.

Suburban Yizhuang.

For Taiwan.

The three sticks of incense are emitting green smoke.

Hou Dongsheng's spirit body floated beside the incense stand, inhaling the blue smoke one after another.

Qingyan entered his spiritual body, making his spiritual body feel extremely comfortable.

It feels a bit like smoking...

Hou Dongsheng was considered an old smoker in his previous life. In this life, he has developed good habits and stopped smoking.

There was still a lot of dry smoke in ancient times...

Now that the memory of the past life has awakened, I simply try my own stunts back then.

The blue smoke from the incense candle entered the spirit body and filled the chest, and then slowly exhaled.

A smoke ring formed in midair.

The wisps of smoke above the altar turned into small smoke rings one after another.

If you can't see Hou Dongsheng's spirit body, this scene is simply ghostly.

Outside Yizhuang.

The boy guarding the spirit fell asleep soundly, saliva dripping onto the skirt of his clothes.

suddenly.

An old man in pajamas walked quickly.

Apart from anything else, it's just a kick.

Bang!
The spirit guard boy was kicked over.

He just woke up from a trance-like sleep.

See who's coming.

Guardian Boy: "Master!"

"Today, a family was killed miserably. This kind of massacre is the most likely to produce ghosts and ghosts. Go and quietly look at the smoke on the altar. If there is still a wisp of green smoke upwards, it means there is no ghost. If the smoke is different, it means there are ghosts." Wrong soul, if there is something dirty, come knock on my door, and tomorrow morning I have to go to the Taoist priest to clean it up." The guard said.

Guard boy: "Understood, master."

The boy who guards the spirit is not afraid of ghosts and ghosts at all. There is a mass grave near his home. His favorite game is to go to the mass grave with his friends to dig out corpses. Occasionally he can dig out a head and play it as a ball.

Children in the mountains have no taboos.

He is not afraid of ghosts at all, otherwise he would not be a spirit guard boy.

Just because he is not afraid at all, the boy is naturally careless and will not be cautious.

The boy came to the altar and found that everything was the same.

The candles are almost burnt out...

The boy changed the joss stick, then left with a yawn.

Just as the boy left, a cloud of smoke slowly descended.

Yanyun's human form is exactly Hou Dongsheng's soul.

The white smoke entered the spirit body and condensed without dispersing, which made Hou Dongsheng's mind clearer and his spirit body more solid. The burning sensation from the sun during the day has completely disappeared.

In addition to a burning hatred surging in his soul, his thinking has also become the same as before.

What should I do next?
Hou Dongsheng in the state of wandering soul has no idea at all, and can only take one step at a time. The only certainty is that as time goes by, hatred will not disappear, but will only become stronger and stronger, until one day it completely swallows his own reason.

There must be revenge!
Wronged souls and fierce ghosts are born because of hatred, and are destroyed because of hatred.

Hatred is the basis for the existence of evil spirits and ghosts. Even if Hou Dongsheng awakens the memory of his previous life, the open-mindedness of the two lives will not be able to smooth out this hatred. He can only hide it until the revenge succeeds, or it is swallowed by hatred.

The next morning.

A sloppy doctor came to Yizhuang.

The doctor's name is Zhao Enyuan.

He is a down-and-out doctor who lives in seclusion in Qingliu Town.

Mr. Zhao was in his forties, thin and thin. He practiced medicine in Dacheng ten years ago. It is said that he had cured the nobles and was forced to live in Qingliu Town as a young doctor.

But even in Qingliu Town, Zhao Langzhong was not good at treating minor illnesses, and healed people with serious illnesses. Over time, he lost his business and gradually became a strange person in the town.

Langzhong Zhao doesn't see a doctor, and he doesn't farm. He lives on his savings so far.

Now in his forties, he is unmarried, sloppy, and his body smells like a beggar.

Zhao Langzhong walked around the Yizhuang and spotted Hou Dongsheng's body on the spot.

Zhao Langzhong found the guard of Yizhuang and paid him two taels of silver, and the guard asked him to come to pick it up at night.

Zhao Langzhong left...

That night.

In the dead of night.

Zhao Langzhong drove a donkey cart by himself.

The guards of Yizhuang sent the spirit boy away temporarily, and then, together with Langzhong Zhao, put Hou Dongsheng's body into the coffin.

Zhao Langzhong dragged the donkey cart and left overnight...

In the dark jungle.

A cloud of blue smoke was floating above Zhao Langzhong's head...

The cyan smoke quickly dissipated without a trace, leaving only Hou Dongsheng's pure spirit body.

It was night.

Zhao Langzhong drove the donkey cart back home.

"Master! You are back." Yaotong opened the door.

"How is the medicine?"

"Is the fire warm?"

Zhao Enyuan: "Okay... go to sleep."

"Master...what did you transport in the middle of the night?"

"The medicinal materials... don't worry about it, go to sleep."

Send the drug boy away.

Zhao Enyuan moved the coffin into the house alone.

Zhao Enyuan cut off Hou Dongsheng's clothes with scissors, revealing his pale skin.

puff!
Pulled out the dagger.

Not a trace of blood flowed from the wound.

People have been dead for more than a day, where did the blood come from?

Under the gaze of Hou Dongsheng's spiritual body...

Zhao Enyuan carefully cleaned Hou Dongsheng's body with a wet handkerchief, wiping every inch clean.

After cleaning.

Zhao Enyuan held a silver needle in his hand and aimed it at the Tianling acupoint on Hou Dongsheng's corpse.

Acupuncture.

It is used to treat the living, but what does it mean to give the dead a needle?
This is not finished.

Zhao Enyuan continued to prick the needle skillfully.

Hou Dongsheng, who was lying on the bed soon, was pierced with dense silver needles.

Perhaps tired.

Zhao Enyuan lit the incense, and smelling the incense lifted his spirits.

He didn't notice at all that the curling incense floated into the air and gathered into a human shape behind him.

Zhao Enyuan continued to apply needles very quickly...

In about half an hour, 360 needles had been inserted into Hou Dongsheng's body.

Silver needles are pierced from head to toe.

Could this guy be trying to save himself?
But his heart was still damaged, his blood had already dried up, and his body was even more rigid.

After the acupuncture is completed.

Zhao Enyuan opened Hou Dongsheng's mouth with a wooden block and stuffed it full of glutinous rice.

After stuffing the glutinous rice, Zhao Enyuan poured the boiled black concoction into the corpse's mouth.

At this time, the mouth of Hou Dongsheng's corpse was stretched open by the glutinous rice, and the black concoction slowly soaked into the corpse's body along the gap of the glutinous rice.

After feeding a spoonful of concoction, Zhao Enyuan waited quietly for a moment.

It was confirmed that the black concoction had been completely absorbed by Hou Dongsheng's body.

Zhao Enyuan stretched out his hand to detect Hou Dongsheng's breath.

Not breathing.

Zhao Enyuan didn't even have a pulse.

Zhao Enyuan: "Failed again...why? The meridians of the living are unblocked, but the meridians of the dead are blocked. Why can't the meridians be brought back to life after opening the meridians?"

Hou Dongsheng: "I'll go...the only fucking ghost can be saved."

"By the way...how can a person live if his heart hasn't recovered?" Zhao Enyuan said to himself.

Hou Dongsheng thought that Zhao Enyuan would repair his heart like a surgeon on earth, but he didn't expect this guy to stuff glutinous rice into the hole in his heart.

Sealing the wound with glutinous rice, Zhao Enyuan poured the remaining medicinal juice into his heart again.

Neuropathy!
witch doctor!

Hou Dongsheng completely lost interest in Zhao Enyuan, and he came outside surrounded by green smoke.

The moonlight shines on me very comfortably...

Hou Dongsheng's spiritual body has been improved again.

In fact, it's good to be a piao...

It's just a floating spirit body, it can't even overcome the sunlight, it can't interfere with reality except by blowing smoke, it can't even deal with a crow.

His wife, Xie Yuhua, and the elder of the Demon Flame Sect, Wei Sengsheng, appeared before Hou Dongsheng's eyes again.

The monstrous hatred poured out uncontrollably.

Wandering souls are so weak that they can't even see the sun.

How to revenge!

How to revenge! ?
Hou Dongsheng, who was in a wandering spirit state, opened his mouth and let out a silent roar.

Not even the air can vibrate.

"what!"

A shrill scream resounded through the night sky.

Hou Dongsheng was taken aback for a moment, could he interfere with reality?
wrong!

This scream was not made by himself, but by the rest of the house.

Zhao Enyuan, one of the wild men, stumbled and ran out of the house.

Like lightning, a black shadow rushed towards Zhao Enyuan and immediately knocked him to the ground.

No matter how Zhao Enyuan struggled, it was useless.

The black shadow gnawed at Zhao Enyuan like a wild beast.

Zhao Enyuan screamed again and again.

By moonlight.

Hou Dongsheng saw the black shadow clearly, it was none other than Hou Dongsheng's body.

His corpse really came back to life like a wild beast.

(End of this chapter)