Chapter 5740: Who is the Holy Spirit
Yang Yongxian stood aside and breathed a sigh of relief.
Sanwu was still looking at the burnt bones and flesh in the bundle roll, and said to Yang Yongxian without raising his head: "Don't rush to do the ritual for your transfer. I'll get this good thing first." After practicing it, my power will be greatly enhanced, and I will be able to perform the transshipment rituals for you more smoothly."
Yang Yongxian was anxious, so he said: "Master, I think you should help me with the transfer first. I have been in a slump for more than thirty years and I really can't wait any longer..."< br>
Sanwu raised his eyelids and glanced at Yang Yongxian with a worried look on his face.
Yang Yongxian was a little scared.
Sanwu took out two wooden dolls from his waist and handed them to Yang Yongxian: "I made these in seclusion for the past few days. Take these two things and bury one in the stone pier of the new bridge. Underneath, there is another one buried in the new Under the stone monument on the road, this is specially for you."
Yang Yongxian looked at the two small puppets in his hands. Although they had doll bodies with carved hands and feet, their facial features and faces were so different. What about scary? The face is ferocious and the facial features are distorted!
Putting it in my hand, it felt heavy, cool, and indescribably evil.
Sanwu immediately kicked Yang Yongxian away and went into seclusion again to refine his treasure.
Even reminding him to feed him was forgotten.
As for Yang Yongxian, because he got these two things that could change his luck, he kept them as if they were treasures. The construction of roads and bridges was proceeding according to the normal schedule. The foreman was one of his subordinates. He looked back to find someone. Take the opportunity to quietly bury these two puppets and that's it.
After Yang Yongxian returned to his house, he fell asleep soon after.
Under the bed, the jar began to glow red again, and the contents inside were ready to move.
When Yang Yongxian was drowsily sleeping, he felt someone blowing cool air on his ear.
Yang Yongxian raised his hand and patted the base of his ears, and the cold air disappeared.
When he was hazy, he felt someone was picking his nostrils again. Yang Yongxian raised his hand and patted it, and he caught a soft little hand.
It was just that the little hand was like a frozen child, which woke him up all of a sudden.
He sat up suddenly. There was nothing in the room.
He raised his hand and looked at it carefully. The chilly feeling just now was still there. It was too real, not like a dream at all.
He suddenly thought of something, quickly got out of bed, took out the jar from under the bed, and patted it.
Then, he bit off one of his fingers, opened the lid of the altar a little, and let the blood drip in.
In the jar, what came from the jar was not the sound of drops of blood falling, but the sound of strange swallowing.
There seems to be a mouth inside, open wide, waiting for this delicious food.
The sound of swallowing was really choking, like a person who has been hungry for ten days and a half, one sound after another.
Yang Yongxian was frightened when he heard this, and he was cursing in his heart: You stinky boy, please don't hurt me. I am your father. When you are full, you have to help your father do things. Don't hurt me...
Yang Yongxian thought that the things he did were hidden enough, but there was no airtight wall in this world.
Yang Yongxian finished feeding the jar and had enough nap. He got up, washed himself and went out to see the bridge and road.
Watching Yang Yongxian’s figure disappear at the door of the yard, Yu Xingkui quietly slipped into Yang Yongxian’s house, tiptoed and took out the jar from under the bed...
A moment later, Yu Xingkui staggered. Zi came to Luo's house, found Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang, and told them about the matter.
"Tangyao, Qing'er, I'm really scared to death. I have lived for more than forty years and this is the first time I have seen such a scary thing!"
"Uncle Xingkui, please speak slowly, What kind of scary thing is hidden under my brother's bed?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Yu Xingkui sat there, looking pale, trembling all over, and his tongue was knotted when he spoke.
“I, I can’t tell. Most of the jar was filled with black water and had a strange smell. I held the jar and shook it for a few times. There was something soaked in it. It was round and white, like... Like melon seeds in the head..." "Melon seeds in the human head?" Yang Ruoqing asked.
Yu Xingkui nodded and then shook his head: "I would say it's a human head melon, but it's too small. It's as big as my fist..."
A head melon as big as a fist? Isn’t that just the brain of a child?
Could it be... Zhao Xiaomao, the son of Zhao Dagou?
"Uncle Xingkui, please do something for me." Yang Ruoqing said.
……
A jar with yellow paper on the side is now quietly placed on the table.
There were three people sitting at the table, namely Yang Ruoqing, Luo Fengtang, and Yu Xingkui.
"Uncle Xingkui, when you go back, pretend that nothing happened and continue to do the same things as before. If my cousin finds out that the jar is missing and asks about it, you will act like you don't know anything."
Yang Ruoqing warned Yu Xingkui again.
Yu Xingkui nodded repeatedly. Before leaving, he glanced at the jar on the table with fear, "Qing'er, tell me the truth, is there anything sinister in this jar?"
Yang Ruoqing nodded: "Not only is it harmful to nature, but it is also harmful to moral integrity!"
Yu Xingkui looked angrily, "Every day, people act like dogs and go around building bridges and paving roads to be a good person, but behind the scenes they do such things that harm moral integrity. , Qing'er, you and Tang Yazi This matter must be taken care of!"
Yang Ruoqing said, "Uncle Xingkui, don't worry, we will take care of this matter to the end!"
When Yu Xingkui left! , Yang Ruoqing stuffed another two taels of silver into Yu Xingkui's hand.
Yu Xingkui doesn’t want it.
"I've already taken enough of your money, no need, no need..."
Yang Ruoqing insisted on putting the money into his hand.
"Uncle Xingkui, take this money. You helped us a lot this time. You also took a big risk to get this thing out. Let this money be used to buy you wine." "Drink, I'm shocked, you have to accept it."
In the end, Yu Xingkui couldn't defeat Yang Ruoqing and accepted the two taels of silver.
I haven’t bought any wine yet, and I’m so shocked that I can’t bear to stress, but my heart is very shocked and very grateful.
Because the rewards for helping Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang are so great, the risk is worth it.
"Qing'er, Tangyaozi, then I'd like to thank you very much. Just tell me if you have any orders next time, and I'll go over first."
"Okay, Uncle Xingkui, please be patient. Let’s go.”
After Yu Xingkui left, Luo Fengtang went over to close the courtyard door and returned to the house.
But there was already one more person in the room.
The man was wearing black clothes and a cloak on his head. At this moment, she and Yang Ruoqing sat down hand in hand and took off the cloak, revealing a familiar face.
"Sister, I'm back."
"Yu'er, you came back earlier than I expected."
"Well, something like this happened in the village "Er, I don't dare to delay."
Yang Ruoqing nodded and looked at the jar on the table: "Yu'er, here is the thing. You are an expert. Let me see what is inside!"
(End of this chapter)