Chapter 4: Please Summon the Corpse
I respectfully stood before the study door, holding a paper effigy, and bowed three times. I lit the incense and then turned on the lights in the study.
A single sound of the gong rings clear ~ ~ The God of Happiness peeks into every home ~ ~ ~ In every household, peace and stability reign ~ ~ ~ Yet in one family, tears flow in mourning ~ ~ ~
Zhang Liguo and Zhou Yan probably wanted to stop me, likely frightened by the evil spirit I mentioned earlier
Zhou Yan and Zhang Liguo were startled by the sharp sound, and they immediately walked over, standing outside the door and peering inside, presumably wondering how that sound was produced
The disemboweled corpse unexpectedly sat up! It was glaring at itself! Who wouldn't be afraid in such a situation
A sound resembling that of a soaring monkey suddenly erupted in the room, and I too felt my scalp gradually tingle as the sound resonated.
Wood! Can you handle it! After seeing me remain motionless for a while, Zhou Yan shouted, "If you can't do it, come back! We'll think of another way!"
"Move it, JB." I shot him a glare, my anger boiling over. What time is it, and you still act like a curious child? Haven't you noticed how bad my expression is?
Under the orange-yellow light, Luo Dahai was lying on his back on the floor, his hands tightly gripping his intestines, with his internal organs completely exposed. A casual glance was enough for me to see it clearly.
The reason I want Zhou Yan and the others to step back is that this artificial soul is indeed somewhat fragile. If it accidentally comes into contact with the energy of a living person, it is likely to disperse. At that point, all previous efforts would be in vain, and I would have to start over with the corpse, which would be quite troublesome.
Before I could finish my instructions, Zhou Yan immediately interjected: "Are we going to resurrect the dead?"
I shook my head, took a deep breath, and struck the joyous gong in my hand with force
"It's nothing, I'm an experienced traditional Chinese medicine practitioner; a simple remedy can take care of it. " I forced a smile; this statement was merely a way to bolster my own courage, largely consisting of bravado.
I do not know whether the evil spirit that killed Luo Dahai is still here, and I do not dare to take the risk
Before I could finish my words, Luo Dahai's corpse suddenly jolted, unexpectedly sitting up straight. The yellow paper figure also fell aside from his face, revealing his countenance filled with rage
As expected, Zhou Yan and Zhang Liguo nearly burst into laughter when they heard me shout like that
The soul belongs to the mind, while the spirit belongs to the flesh. If one wishes to animate a corpse, it is essential to ensure the presence of the spirit within the body
The study remains very quiet, and there are no unusual signs regarding the corpse; it seems to be quite safe.
It is said that this gong is a treasure passed down from the Tang Dynasty in the old gentleman's family, known as the "Gong of Joy," and the wooden mallet tied with a red string on the gong is referred to as the "Mallet of Joy"
"Wood, how do you plan to deal with that corpse next?" Zhou Yan asked curiously, "How can we possibly lift that body?"
"We will know soon enough. You all stand by the door and don't move around. If the situation goes awry, we will open the door and run," I advised, glancing down at the yellow paper figure I had torn, smiling to myself as if in self-conversation.
After singing this last line, I struck the auspicious gong in my hand with a heavy thud, while my feet subtly took a step back, cautiously observing the corpse of Luo Dahai
With this thought in mind, I struck the auspicious gong in my hand heavily, chanting the incantation taught by the old master, and my gaze suddenly became dazed
I stopped speaking and also ceased the act of striking the gong, yet the sound of the gong continued to reverberate in the study
Do not be deceived by the small size of this gong; its origins are anything but insignificant
"Xiangxi Ganshi https://m.hetushucom.com Corpse ~ ~ Living beings avoid ~ ~ ~" I shouted in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, my face reflecting nothing but embarrassment.
Clang ! ! ! ''
According to the old gentleman, this thing called Yin Zhan is harmless to humans. However, if an evil spirit is lurking nearby the victim, those who smell Yin Zhan will experience hallucinations, leading to fainting in mild cases, and in severe cases, the evil spirit may possess them
Zhou Yan shrugged and stopped speaking after I had countered his words
"With the deity above, I, the disciple, request today to summon the spirit, hoping for the blessing of the ancestral master." I took an unlit incense stick from my pocket, silently pierced the incense head through the forehead of the yellow paper figure, and instead of pulling it out, I directly secured the incense on the figure's head.
The first type, and also the most common, is to summon the soul and spirit, allowing the deceased's soul to return to the body, and then to drive it away.
I glanced at Luo Dahai's face, which was filled with anger, and I felt a deep unease in my heart. This expression of anger was something he had only before his death, not something that appeared after he had passed away.
Previously, I clearly heard Zhang Liguo's words about playing tricks and conjuring spirits, which ignited a fire of anger within me that I could no longer suppress. Without further thought, I strode into the study and squatted down beside the corpse
Clang ! ! ''
I have heard of this thing called an evil spirit, but I have never actually seen one, let alone dealt with it.
Although the joy bell is a treasure from the Tang Dynasty, it shows no signs of the patina that ancient artifacts typically possess. Instead, it appears completely new, making it difficult for one to discern that it is an antique. Those who are unaware would likely assume at first glance that it is a modern item
Old Master, today is my first time handling matters on my own, so you must bless me
I furrowed my brows and pondered for a while, lit a cigarette, and silently smoked to bolster my courage, then stood up and walked towards the study where the corpse was located
Perhaps it was because I had not seen a dead person since coming from Xiangxi to Guiyang, but under the light, I took a glance into the study, and my heart nearly shattered. I was retching incessantly, and my legs felt somewhat weak and unsteady.
The old man's rules are indeed quite harmful... Before performing the corpse transportation ritual, one must first shout out like this... Isn't that just for amusement!
This sharp shriek is called a joy whistle. The old man once said that after a successful spell is cast, this sound will resonate in the area of the spell, which is often regarded as an auspicious sign by corpse drivers
Luo Dahai is glaring at us
Clang! Clang! Clang!
If someone suddenly changed their expression halfway, I would probably be scared half to death myself
After listening to my explanation, Zhou Yan was somewhat skeptical, while Zhang Liguo was completely unconvinced
"What the hell! I was just getting ready!" I shouted, feigning calmness.
Before arriving, I was full of confidence, but after coming here... why do I feel a bit timid now...
How long has it been since these words were sung
I pulled the incense from the paper figure's head and forcefully pressed the yellow paper figure against the deceased's forehead. Instinctively, I stood up and jumped back two steps, carefully observing the situation.
Once again, the joyous sound of the gong resonates, and the memories in my mind grow increasingly vivid. I find myself continuously singing the melodies taught to me by the old master, and the fear that once lingered has long since vanished, replaced instead by an unmistakable sense of nostalgia.
"Please step back a bit." I squinted slightly, fixating intently on the corpse of Luo Dahai
Zhou Yan's grandson really gave me a troublesome task. I silently cursed, as this was my first assignment and I ended up with such a tricky matter. I initially thought it would just be a minor inconvenience caused by the lingering aura of a corpse, but who would have thought that there would be a presence of malevolent spirits here
and the book "Whoosh!!!"
I leaned against the wall and retched a few times, carefully observing Luo Dahai's face filled with anger, and suddenly, I felt a wave of hesitation in my heart
For reasons unknown, Luo Dahai's eyes were wide open, seemingly glaring at the ceiling. His eyeballs had already sunken considerably, and the terrifying intensity of that lifeless glare could perhaps only be truly felt in person.
With my sudden shout, Zhang Liguo fell silent, only able to watch me with great interest as I "played tricks".
In the world, there is suffering ~ ~ Birth, aging, illness, and death await in the cycle of reincarnation ~ ~ ~ Loved ones die far away ~ ~ ~ I kneel and beseech the God of Joy to bring my loved ones home ~ ~ ~
A lifeless corpse without spirit cannot be moved, even if the ancestral master were to personally arrive, it is likely that there would be no solution
In the field I study, there are actually two methods for driving away corpses
Clang ! ! !
Of course, emergency measures are ultimately just that—emergency measures. Such methods cannot withstand the test of time; at most, they can hold for half an hour before the body returns to its original state.
The fervor of young people is often inexplicable; they get passionate at the wrong times and fail to muster that passion when it is truly needed. I find myself in this situation.
The condition of Luo Dahai's death was indeed quite gruesome, no wonder even a forensic expert like Zhou Yan was nauseated.
The deity of joy possesses great compassion ~ ~ The fate of the corpse craftsman sends the bride back ~ ~ ~ A distance of ten thousand miles is not considered far ~ ~ ~ No matter the ends of the earth, one shall surely return ah ~ ~ ~ ~
The study was unlit, and at a glance, it sent a chill down my spine. I could only feel that the impenetrable darkness concealed endless dangers. Whether it was myself or an outsider, I feared that the sixth sense would warn us both: do not enter.
Zhang Liguo noticed that my expression was not very good, so he did not continue to tease me and quietly stood to the side
Step back, do not come in, if the corpse is tainted by the breath of the living...
The old master once said that this item is like adding wings to a tiger when used for driving corpses, because the auspicious spirit gong is much easier to control the corpse than an ordinary yin gong, and its effectiveness is far superior to that of the yin gong.
Zhang Liguo smiled, and I could sense the disdain in his tone from eight hundred miles away: "Putting on a show."
"Curse your ancestors! I have the God of Joy's gong controlling it! Have you watched too many movies?" I scolded them in annoyance and waved my hand.
"Otherwise, should I just say that the body cannot be picked up?" I muttered to myself, "Zhang Liguo wouldn't hit me, would he? It would be too embarrassing to go back now..."
Bang!
I dared not delay any further, so I took out the gong that was hanging at my waist, raised my hand, and struck it with a wooden mallet. A sharp sound of the gong suddenly echoed throughout the study.
This dark yellow gong is the old gentleman's treasured possession, resembling the ordinary corpse-driving gongs from Xiangxi, albeit slightly smaller, about the size of a typical household rice bowl
He was equally frightened when he witnessed such occurrences that could not be explained by science
"Was this person killed by an evil spirit?" Zhang Liguo's face was filled with disbelief, clearly thinking that I was boasting.
The second method is the one I currently use in emergencies, which involves requesting a talisman from the God of Happiness and creating an artificial spirit using a yellow paper figure.
"Live... live..." Zhou Yan trembled and took a few steps back, and even Zhang Liguo was no exception. Upon seeing Luo Dahai sit up, the two of them nearly fell to the ground in fright
"May the ancestral master bless us, may the ancestral master bless us..." I kept murmuring softly, turning to Zhou Yan and Zhang Liguo with a faint smile, my voice unconsciously lowering a bit: "You two, don't come over; otherwise, I won't be able to handle this corpse."
Since it is already embarrassing enough, I do not mind losing a few more people; it does not matter anymore
How many years has Zhang Liguo served as the captain of the criminal police team? What kind of corpses has he not seen? What kind of tragic scenes has he not witnessed?