Chapter 5, stunned.

However, things were not as good as I had hoped. Just as I was desperately holding down the old lady's hand, I saw a glimmer of mockery in her eyes. Suddenly, her already open mouth widened even more. I had no time to react as I watched the old lady exhale a puff of white mist right into my face. I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, shivering uncontrollably. A wave of coldness surged from my head down to my feet, leaving me completely frozen in place. I had no time to react as I watched the old lady exhale a puff of white mist right into my face. I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cellar, shivering uncontrollably. A wave of coldness surged from my head down to my feet, leaving me completely frozen in place

As the words fell, he stood up and led Yang Ersheng to the spirit bed. Then, one on the left and one on the right, they instructed Yang Ersheng to tie the old lady to the spirit bed with ropes. Brother Zhuzi also hurried to help, and in the blink of an eye, they had bound the old lady up like a zongzi, leaving only the space under the weight of the fat dog. Seeing the second uncle looking at him, the fat dog couldn't help but feel a bit anxious and asked, "Uncle, should I continue to press down or get off?"

The old lady has quieted down, not moving anymore. The fat dog lying on her and Brother Zhu beside him seem somewhat at a loss, unsure if they can get up. While panting heavily, they look at Uncle Liu, trembling as they ask, "Uncle Liu, what do you think we should do?"

No one is willing to lie on a corpse, especially not one that is supposed to rise from the dead. However, there is no other choice now; after all, one's life is important. Second Uncle glanced at Fat Dog and coughed twice: "You all just hang in there for a bit; this thing won't last much longer, and who knows when it will start causing trouble again"

As the words fell, Uncle Er walked towards me with a worried expression. Earlier, the situation had been urgent, leaving him no time to attend to me, but now he was clearly concerned. However, the recent commotion had already exhausted his strength; after all, he was no longer young. Once things settled down, Uncle Er was panting heavily, his face showing signs of fatigue, and he approached me with heavy steps. He glanced at me, and then his expression changed.

Aside from feeling cold, I had no other sensations; at that moment, I truly thought I was about to die. Then, a great force flipped me out, and I saw an old lady's hand raised in the air. I was thrown out by her, and then my whole body crashed into the spirit shed, tearing a large hole in it, and finally, I fell heavily to the ground. I felt no pain at all, just cold, as if my entire body had frozen, coiling into a ball like an egg. I was thrown out by the old lady, and then my whole body crashed into the spirit shed, tearing a large hole in it, and finally, I fell heavily to the ground. I felt no pain at all, just cold, as if my entire body had frozen, coiling into a ball like an egg

Uncle Er nodded, clearly relieved, and gently patted my shoulder: "Haizi, just hold on a little longer, I will come back later to remove the negative energy for you"

At that moment, the words sounded like heavenly music to my ears. Without hesitation, I struggled to swallow the mouthful of salt, nearly choking on it. However, as I swallowed the salt, a warm sensation began to rise from my chest, and gradually, I felt less cold all over. At the very least, I was no longer shivering, and my body slowly began to relax as I lay on the ground, gasping for breath

Hearing a sound, the second uncle, who had just regained his composure, turned his head to look back. His expression suddenly changed drastically, and he thought to himself that it was bad. He no longer cared about arguing with the fat woman; whether she was a rogue or shameless, it no longer mattered. What was important was that the old lady was about to get up. With a sudden leap from the ground, the second uncle ran towards the spirit bed.

At this moment, my face was pale and gray, my body was icy cold, curled up on the ground, with my arms crossed over my chest. My upper and lower teeth were chattering incessantly, my body trembling uncontrollably. Based on the experience of my second uncle, I knew this was due to the intrusion of yin energy into my body. Such occurrences are actually quite common, though not many experience it as severely as I do. Many families with elderly members have young people who are unaware of these matters. When lifting the elderly, they may inadvertently be sprayed with a breath of yin energy, resulting in a mild sensation of coldness or, in severe cases, a serious illness. The symptoms are quite similar to those of a cold or fever. After a few days, once the yin energy dissipates, everything returns to normal. However, such situations are often misinterpreted as a lack of filial piety, leading to accusations of retribution. In reality, it is simply a matter of ignorance among the general populace.

Later, I asked Uncle Er, and he said that the blood at the tip of the tongue is technically referred to as 'True Dragon Birth' or 'Yang Birth.' It is the place on a person's body where Yang energy and blood energy are the most abundant, especially in the bodies of young boys. These filthy entities are condensed from the Yin energy blown by the wind. Therefore, once they are sprayed with Yang Birth, the clash of Yin and Yang can temporarily subdue these entities. This aligns with the principle of Yin overcoming Yang as discussed in the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams. At that moment, I reproached Uncle Er, asking why he didn't use this technique earlier, which caused me to lose half my life. However, Uncle Er informed me that Yang Birth cannot be used lightly, as once the tip of the tongue is bitten, the Yang energy is also broken, rendering it ineffective. Moreover, once the Yang energy is broken, it becomes even easier to attract filthy entities.

I was left with nothing, and Uncle Er felt relieved, helping me to sit down on a chair in the spirit pavilion alongside Yang Qizhong. Uncle Er sat down next to me, and it was evident that his old arms and legs were truly exhausted. He looked up at Yang Ersheng, but his expression darkened, and with a cold snort, he suddenly shouted: "Yang Ersheng, I ask you, how exactly did your mother die?"

Uncle Er poured me another cup of water, and I finally freed myself from that bone-chilling cold. Later, I asked Uncle Er why salt could remove negative energy. He said that salt is the essence of heaven and earth, rich in positive energy, so after consuming a large handful of salt, it naturally dilutes the negative energy. Although it is impossible to completely digest it, at least it won't cause any major harm. I asked if eating more salt would completely eliminate the negative energy. Uncle Er tilted his head and glanced at me, saying it might be possible. It turns out that we consume salt every day to increase the positive energy in our bodies. No wonder people feel stronger after eating salt.

"Do as you please; if you are willing to press down on her, then I will tie you and the old lady together." Second Uncle shot a glare at Fat Dog, who was so frightened that he immediately jumped off the old lady. Second Uncle helped to bind the old lady securely. When Second Uncle returned to my side, Fat Dog, Brother Zhu, and Yang Ersheng, fearing it would not be secure enough, fully used an entire bundle of rope to tie her up, while keeping a watchful eye nearby.

The sudden change left everyone present dumbfounded. They all turned to look at the spirit bed, and upon seeing the raised arm, they realized what had happened. Of course, we three knew we were not perverts. The overweight woman even swallowed back the curse she was about to utter, her eyes wide with fear, her mouth agape in shock, trembling all over as she stared at that arm. No one would think that the old lady had come back to life, because even the most foolish person would not be so naive as to believe that someone could be resurrected after their head had been smashed to pieces. If it wasn't resurrection, then it could only be the legendary phenomenon of a corpse coming back to life.

Er He - Tu - Shu Dage took it over, then asked Yang Qizhong to go to the side and fetch a cup, poured a cup of boiling water and let it cool, then pried open my mouth and poured a large handful of salt into it, and then said in a deep voice: "Swallow it, and it will be fine soon."

At that moment, Yang Qizhong, who was frightened by his own elderly lady, could still hear the words of the second uncle. However, his face was pale, and he stared blankly at the spirit bed, his mind completely blank. This provoked the second uncle's anger, who took off his shoe and threw it from a distance. Remarkably, the second uncle's aim was impeccable; the stinky shoe hit Yang Qizhong squarely in the face, waking him up. Hearing the second uncle's shout, he responded foolishly and ran to the front yard like a rabbit.

As he was leaving, he happened to run into his father, Yang Ersheng. At that moment, neither of them had the time to acknowledge the other. With a slight shift of their bodies, Yang Qizhong rushed out while Yang Ersheng rushed in, holding a bundle of nylon ropes used for tying straw mats in the greenhouse. In just a few steps, he reached Uncle Er. At this point, Yang Ersheng could not help but tremble, stammering towards Uncle Er: "Uncle, the rope—rope—"

Uncle Er has been dealing with the deceased since childhood, so he is naturally well-versed in these matters. Upon seeing me like this, his expression changed, and he quickly turned to call out to the Yang family members who were still in a daze: "Qizhong, hurry to the front yard and bring me a bag of salt, and also get me a pot of boiling water on the way."

As the old lady was about to struggle to get up, the fat dog was still lying on her, barking incessantly. Beside them, Brother Zhu was trembling all over in fear, yet he held down her arm tightly, estimating that the two of them couldn't last much longer. At this moment, Second Uncle rushed to the spirit bed in a few quick steps, reaching out to slap his palm on the old lady's forehead, or more precisely, on her "Yintang" (the space between the eyebrows). The old lady's head received a heavy blow, causing her to slam back onto the spirit bed. Just then, Second Uncle opened his mouth and spat out, of course, it was not saliva but blood, which immediately splattered all over the old lady's head and face. A ghostly wail escaped her lips, and then there was no more movement.

In fact, I must truly thank the hefty dog for its two hundred or so pounds of weight, but even more so, I must express my gratitude for the dog's fearless spirit in the face of danger. As I was being thrown out and saw the elderly lady raising one hand, the dog suddenly let out a loud roar. Its body, which was about to slide down, abruptly halted. With both hands, it forcefully grabbed the elderly lady's arm, exerting all its strength as if it were drawing on every ounce of energy it had. Remarkably, it managed to push the elderly lady's raised arm back down. Then, it clung to the spirit bed, preventing the elderly lady from getting up. Despite her several attempts to push the dog off with one hand, the dog suddenly roared again, and its body, which was about to slide down, came to a sudden stop. With both hands, it fiercely grabbed the elderly lady's arm, exerting all its strength once more, pushing her raised arm back down. It then clung to the spirit bed, keeping the elderly lady pinned there. Even though she tried multiple times to lift the dog off with one hand, causing the spirit bed to shake continuously, she simply could not manage to dislodge the dog.

After a while, Yang Qizhong stumbled in from outside, holding a bag of salt in one hand and a kettle of boiling water in the other. He rushed straight to Second Uncle's side, his teeth chattering: "Second Uncle, I have brought the salt and boiling water."

At this moment, I could not care about anything else; I only knew that I had to hold on for my own life. Therefore, even though I did not want to be so close to the old lady, I endured it. After all, I was so frightened that I had forgotten what fear felt like. My mind was consumed by a single thought: to keep the old lady's hand down and not let her turn over, or else we would be doomed. I knew how strong the old lady was, and the crucial point was that the dead do not know fatigue. In any case, I was so frightened that I had forgotten what fear felt like. My mind was consumed by a single thought: to keep the old lady's hand down and not let her turn over, or else we would be doomed. I knew how strong the old lady was, and the crucial point was that the dead do not know fatigue.