In the confusion, my uncle's voice suddenly sounded in my mind.
"What are you not good at?
You just want to imitate your father and become a wandering Taoist priest.
You don't cultivate yourself, don't participate in Zen, and don't do your homework.
You are born with a nine-yin destiny.
Even if you live past thirty, your father will be killed sooner or later."
As soon as the gate of the mountain was closed, no one in the huge Taoist temple paid attention to Zhang Guhan, who was kneeling on the stone steps.
She was ten years old at the time.
Her father was bitten by a zombie and was in critical condition.
With a loud bang, Gu Han fell completely to the ground.
After taking a nap, he dreamed about his uncle and what happened in the past.
"Ouch, my waist."
The tingling sensation spread all over his body instantly.
Gu Han stood up, and the movement immediately attracted Wang Fugui and others.
Wang Fugui looked pale and had not slept all night.
"Well, it's okay, just go and do your work," Gu Han said with an embarrassed smile.
I squinted most of the night last night.
It was already bright at this time, but the southeast was gray and there might be heavy rain tonight.
The date in the old lunar calendar has been chosen.
Tomorrow will be the third day of the lunar calendar.
The funeral will be held at the Gengshen hour, which is equivalent to the burial at the 17th hour.
After performing a ritual ceremony and respectfully inviting the five gods, Gu Han and the three brothers Wang Fugui explained some details and hurried back to Daopu.
The mountain road was quite difficult to walk at this time of year, and there was actually heavy fog at this time.
Although the mountain road is not muddy, it is not clear and there are some rough things that make Gu Han nervous.
But he really wasn't scaring himself.
The haystacks on the higher side rustled, causing Gu Han's throat to squirm, and he immediately quickened his pace.
Although she often deals with ghosts, Gu Han still has a shadow of ghosts.
She is often frightened by her father's ghost servant Mang Zhong in the shop, even though she knows the existence of Mang Zhong.
But whatever you want comes to you.
A hoarse voice sounded faintly in the grass behind him, "Girl, walk slowly, help me."
Gu Han's little heart was pounding, but don't scare me.
There was a hint of coolness in the mist, so she quickened her pace and finally changed to a trot.
"Girl, walk slowly, help me."
A faint voice sounded from the left corner in front.
Gu Han stopped walking, took out a handful of raw glutinous rice from the Qiankun bag, and stared at the corner in front of him warily.
Finally, a ball-shaped object rolled out of the thick fog and rolled slowly in front of Gu Han.
It was clearly the head of an old man.
The head was bloody and bloody, but the deep wrinkles were clearly visible.
His eyes faced north and south, he had no neck, and he often had Hada bleeding.
Gu Han was so dissatisfied that he almost cried.
"You, don't come over with anything" "Girl, help me."
"Help, what can I help you with?"
He put his left hand into the Qiankun bag and looked around, but he couldn't find Wu Lei Mu.
"My head is itchy, but I can't scratch it.
Girl, please scratch it for me."
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Nonsense, you don’t have a body, how can you scratch it?
Gu Han rolled his eyes wildly, warning himself not to mess up his position.
If his father and two senior brothers knew that he was almost scared to tears by an old ghost, they would definitely laugh their heads off.
Do you want to scratch it or not?
If I don’t, the old devil will keep pestering me.
Gu Han was cruel and threw out the raw glutinous rice he was holding.
Ghost cries and wolf howls suddenly began to spread, and the old ghost opened his mouth wide.
In the end, the old ghost's upper and lower jaws split open, and a thick tongue protruded from the inside, with four or five eyes protruding from the tongue.
"Then give me your eyes."
"Hey ghost!"
The sharp screams echoed on the hillside, causing the thick fog to tremble.
On the east mountain, in the thick fog, the hunchbacked Granny Zhou finally made a hoarse voice, "I'll teach you a lesson and see if you still dare to meddle in my own business."
If Gu Han were present, he would find that Granny Zhou's eyes were dark and there were no eyeballs.
It wasn't until he was out of breath that Gu Han ran back to the town and finally smelled some living people.
"Why am I so afraid of ghosts during the day?"
Gu Han shook his head, his neck stiffening.
Those who were beheaded turned into old ghost heads after death.
The old ghost heads in the wilderness did not know which dynasty they were beheaded from.
They did not want to be reincarnated and wandered until now.
Gu Han shook his head and sighed, it was more important to do business.
My father and my mother left a road shop behind to travel around the mountains and rivers.
I was so unhappy.
Gu Han's teeth were itching and he walked towards the Taoist shop angrily.
So did the two stupid senior brothers.
What kind of ritual had they done for five or six days and they still didn't come back?
Sure enough, the door of the road shop was closed, but there was still no opening.
The shop is hidden in an alley in the town.
It usually has two small red lanterns hanging on it.
There are some deceptive words written on the walls, such as the reincarnation of gods, divination and divination.
If it doesn't work, no money is needed.
I wrote a lot, but With Bai Linxian in charge, these straightforward slogans are useful.
Gu Han lowered his head and entered the Taoist shop from the back door.
He first lit two candles and respectfully lit a long incense stick for the ancestor.
"Master Patriarch, you have to bless me, so I can catch ghosts tonight."
Gu Han bowed three times, but then felt that the etiquette was too light, so he knelt down.
"After receiving the reward, my disciple, I will cut a piece of pig head meat for you."
Gu Han then got up and stuffed all the magic weapons that he could get, such as the Soul-Calling Flag, the Peach Wood Sword, the Bagua Compass, and the Yin-Yang Demon Mirror, into his Qiankun Bag, so that the next day, Gu Han's two senior brothers Yu Xiu When Jun and Zhuang Yuxin came back, they thought the shop had been looted by thieves.
Before leaving, Gu Han bowed to the Patriarch again, her head felt a sharp pain, and then she remembered the business.
She picked up an empty spiritual tablet and shrine and stuffed it into the Qiankun bag.
With these magic weapons, Gu Han immediately felt confident.
She lit two candles to ensure that the lamp oil in the longevity lamp was enough to burn for two or three days, and then walked out from the back door and walked towards Wenle Village.
There is only one mountain road into the village, and after a long detour, I returned to the place where I met the old ghost a few hours ago.
The thick fog filled the air, and Gu Han directly drew out the peach wood sword and called on the spirit to turn on the light.
But until he reached the village gate, the old ghost still didn't come out.
"Huh, you must be afraid of me, my aunt."
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The cries in the village seemed particularly abrupt on the top of the mountain, and the sea breeze blew by from time to time, making Gu Han's scalp feel cold.
Something must have happened, Gu Han ran over immediately.
Wang Fugui paced back and forth, and when he saw Gu Han's figure from afar, he ran over to greet him.
"Sir, you can come back and get me."
He took Gu Han's hand.
Gu Han's face turned cold and she pulled her hand away.
She didn't like others touching her.
Wang Fugui didn't care about these details.
He only talked about his own, "It's not easy, sir.
The incense in the house can't be lit.
Even if I take the incense from the village or even the ancestral hall, it still can't be lit."
Gu Han immediately threw away Wang Fugui and ran to the mourning hall.
Knowing that there was something wrong with Xiang, you still intercepted me halfway.
Do you have any brains left?
She was still sulking over Wang Fugui's actions just now.
The incense in front of the coffin is almost gone.
I'm afraid that if I'm a step too late or a few breaths too late, the incense will be gone.
Gu Han was so anxious that he immediately took out the incense from the Qiankun belt and lit it directly with Yin and Yang fire.
She looked at the pile of incense in the room.
There was a dense layer of corpse insects crawling and biting on it.
At this time, the corpse insects were gathering more and more, and they had already wormed their way onto the living people.
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