Chapter 10: The Little Ghost Seeks Adoption

Someone immediately searched the body of the young girl, and only found a warm egg inside her old school uniform

"You are a traitor, you are a traitor of our Miao family..." he shouted at me angrily

After some reluctance, my uncle did not say anything further. The conversation shifted to the matter of Li Decai, mentioning that there was still no news about him. Several searches had been organized in the wilderness, but there were no signs. My uncle sighed; he initially hated him, but now he was extremely worried.

At that moment, he no longer mentioned any principles, nodded, and said, "You can take it away." Just then, someone came in and called out, saying the car had arrived and asked if I wanted to return to the county town. Naturally, I was unwilling to stay in this wretched place any longer, so I agreed to go back together. As I exited the courtyard, I saw the young boy still waiting on the ridge at the entrance. I ignored him, allowing the child to harbor animosity towards me.

Looking down at my feet, I was startled—a delicate little girl was hugging my leg, her small face flushed red. I glanced outside and saw Ma Haibo directing several officers, completely unaware of the unusual scene on my side. I bent down and asked her, "What do you want to do?" The little girl shook her head and opened her mouth, pointing towards the small coffin over there.

Lu Zuo, Lu Zuo... Ma Haibo came over and pushed me. I asked, "What's wrong?" He smiled slightly, his expression somewhat off, and asked, "What are you mumbling about here all by yourself?" I inquired, "Did you not see anything?" Ma Haibo awkwardly replied, "Don't scare me like that." I said, "Alright, just joking," and then raised the porcelain jar in my hand, saying, "I want to take this back, is that okay?"

Seeing her in such a pitiful state, the softest part of my heart was inexplicably touched, and I felt a pang of sadness. I asked her, "How can I take you away? Where do you usually live?" If she had said she lived in a coffin, to be honest, I would have decisively refused—after all, I do not possess the psychological resilience of a professional medium. Fortunately, that was not the case; she pointed to the porcelain doll on the altar.

She shook her head, desperately shaking her head, looking at me in terror. I smiled and said, "You don't want me to take you away, do you?"

Ma Haibo covered his nose with a towel and came out with a book. Upon seeing the filth we had vomited, his face turned pale again. Noticing that I was feeling a bit better, he then said: "I have closed the coffin; when the time comes, I will take it back and let the technical department examine it, and we will know if it is true. Sigh, I have been a police officer for twenty years; what have I not seen? But this time, it is truly damned strange."

I hurriedly instructed everyone to open all the windows of the house, then asked them to find damp towels to cover their faces. They crouched down and used a crowbar that was handed to them to pry open the coffin. Upon opening the coffin, we discovered a grayish-white skeleton inside, small in size, with all the flesh decayed into a mass of putrid meat and blood, countless white maggots crawling and intertwining on top.

I picked up the palm-sized porcelain jar and discovered a switch near the doll's neck. Upon opening it, I found a small space containing a bit of black hair, bones, ash, and oil, separated by a layer of membrane, preventing any spillage. I said, "Alright, I will take you with me, but if you misbehave, I will throw you out in the sun to dry." She shook her head in fear, then nodded like a chick pecking at rice, which made me want to laugh. I raised the porcelain jar, and she immediately transformed into a white line and slipped inside.

I asked her: "Do you want me to help you with a proper burial?"

Although I had previously reported my safety, my parents were still overjoyed to see me return unharmed. However, some idle onlookers nearby were quite disappointed and came over to ask various questions, essentially wondering how I had been released again. I couldn't be bothered with them, so I closed the door, carefully placed the porcelain jar containing the little spirits, and earnestly began to study the tattered book left to me by my grandmother.

She finally nodded, a smile on her face, like a little dog trying to please its master. I felt somewhat awkward; what kind of situation was it for a grown man to be with a little ghost? Moreover, I wasn't very knowledgeable about how to take care of a little ghost. Seeing me deep in thought and troubled, she jumped up, grabbed a broom to sweep the floor, then took my clothes and rubbed them a bit. When she saw I didn't respond, she became anxious and started to cry.

In the car, I briefed Ma Haibo about the matter of eliminating the residual toxins from the two injured young police officers. I also instructed him to buy some large water chestnuts after returning, regardless of the quantity. They should be sliced, dried, and ground into powder, to be taken in the amount of two qian every morning, washed down with a clear white soup. This should be done continuously for a week without interruption, in order to completely expel the toxins.

I did not speak and turned to leave. The police officer behind continued to reprimand him: "This old woman has violated the law; regardless of who it is, everyone must accept the consequences..."

Yesterday, the lighting was dim, and I could not see Luo Ermei clearly; I only felt that she appeared emaciated. Today, upon seeing her, I discovered that she was almost as thin as a mummy, her body entirely composed of bones, and her face was quite terrifying. I understand that those who generally raise poison insects or practice black magic, dealing with ghosts daily, have their yang energy depleted and their fortune eroded. Without a method to counteract this, their appearance becomes horrifying, and their fate is doomed to an unfortunate end. Previously, I read about this in books and found it hard to believe, but seeing it today has chilled my heart even more. I understand that those who generally raise poison insects or practice black magic, dealing with ghosts daily, have their yang energy depleted and their fortune eroded. Without a method to counteract this, their appearance becomes horrifying, and their fate is doomed to an unfortunate end. Previously, I read about this in books and found it hard to believe, but seeing it today has chilled my heart even more.

I ask again: "Do you want me to help you guide the spirits of the deceased?"

Wang Baosong struggled as he was pushed out, while Luo Ermei glanced at me and smiled, saying, "It truly is a case of the student surpassing the master." Her smile was quite eerie. I asked her about the little ghost from yesterday, where the body was found. She replied, "Oh, I forgot about that. The little ghost's remains are buried under the bed. As for where it was found? It was found where the sin was committed."

Luo Ermei, paralyzed and unable to walk, was wrapped in a quilt by several officers. From her feet, a foul-smelling liquid dripped down, making them feel uncomfortable, prompting them to quickly carry her to the yard. I sensed that this elderly woman's life was nearing its end. Ma Haibo interjected from the side, asking what was going on. I did not mention the events of last night to him; I simply reminded him that he had previously brought up a case involving the murder of a young girl and the theft of her body. I suggested moving the bed and digging a little, and we would find out.

How old was the young boy two years ago (last year and this year)? Was he eleven or twelve years old

That night, I was engrossed in reading until the late hours, only succumbing to drowsiness when the moon had moved westward, and the insects began to chirp.

I nodded slightly to indicate my understanding. My uncle sighed and said, "My facial issue is not serious; in the end, it will only leave a few shallow scars. Moreover, there is public healthcare, so don't take it too much to heart. I have never achieved much in my life, and Xiao Hua and Xiao Jing are growing up slowly. They have inherited their mother's temperament, which is not good, and I am quite worried. If there are any difficulties in the future, please lend a hand. Also, the money you gave to your aunt is too much; I will ask her to return it to you... I have never achieved much in my life, and Xiao Hua and Xiao Jing are growing up slowly. They have inherited their mother's temperament, which is not good, and I am quite worried. If there are any difficulties in the future, please lend a hand. Also, the money you gave to your aunt is too much; I will ask her to return it to you..."

This is clearly his breakfast; inside the wooden lunchbox are thin porridge and pickled vegetables. It is evident that he has come to deliver food to this family. I have heard from the blind old man in the village that for the past two years, it has been the young lad who has been taking care of Wang Baosong's mother, delivering meals regardless of the weather.

Having said this, upon arriving at Qingmeng Township, I declined their invitation to stay and took a bus back to the county seat alone

I said yes, and he tightened his grip on my hand, saying to me: "This matter, you must never speak of it to outsiders again, and it is best not to let others see it. Although I have spent half my life in the mountains and forests, I still understand human nature to some extent. In ancient times, there was a saying that possessing a precious item could be a crime; yours is also a treasure. If too many people know about it, it will only bring you trouble, do you understand?"

The experiences of these past few days have taught me a lesson: my grandmother left me a wealth, a significant wealth, that has the power to transform the mundane into the extraordinary, taking me to an extraordinary world. However, if I do not make good use of it, I may find myself accompanying her in reminiscing at any moment. To be honest, I have always been somewhat fearful of my grandmother since childhood, so our communication has not been extensive.

After the search, nothing was found, and the police released the young boy, telling him that they were conducting an investigation and asked him to move away. He complied and walked outside the courtyard, then spat on the ground in frustration. I felt as if he was looking at me; the gaze of this child made me somewhat uncomfortable, so I went inside the house. It was still damp, stuffy, and hot inside, with a strange odor. The light was turned on, and I saw Luo Ermei being lifted by several men, while Wang Baosong was pinned to the ground and handcuffed by two burly police officers.

She shook her head

I returned to the library and saw him; he became even more agitated and spat at me: "Pah, you have driven Uncle Baosong mad and are about to kill Granny Luo. You outsiders... you, you traitor of the Miao clan, still help them!" His accent was mixed with the sounds of the Miao language. I found it very difficult to understand, but I could see that his eyes were filled with deep resentment. At his age, his gaze was particularly bright, his worldview already formed, stubborn, extreme, and filled with indignation. As I looked into those eyes, I felt an indescribable sensation. I found it very difficult to understand, but I could see that his eyes were filled with deep resentment. At his age, his gaze was particularly bright, his worldview already formed, stubborn, extreme, and filled with indignation. As I looked into those eyes, I felt an indescribable sensation. In the courtyard, two police officers who were on duty came over to pull him away: "What does a child understand? Go, go!"

I rummaged through a wooden box and found some wooden splinters, silver rings, incense candles, and other odds and ends. I also discovered several wooden carved deities on the altar, along with some jars, a pile of herbs, incense ash, peach wood, and fragments of bones. Additionally, there was a vividly lifelike small porcelain doll. At that moment, someone shouted that they had found something. I moved to the front of the bed and saw a thin-skinned coffin, about fifty centimeters long, in a pit next to a pile of hard clay, exuding a strong stench.

He now firmly believes my words and quickly called two officers who were collecting evidence in the room to find a hoe and a crowbar. I pushed the bed a little further in and pointed out a spot with a strong presence of corpse energy, instructing them to dig carefully. The floor was made of wooden planks, but they had already decayed. After easily prying them open, the two strong young men began to swing the hoe and dig into the soil, while I looked around the room, hoping to find something unusual.

Luo Ermei said to them: "He is just a madman, do not make things difficult for him"

I was afraid that he hadn't properly sealed the coffin, that it might be taboo, and that the corpse's aura would seep out. Thus, I forced myself to suppress my disgust and went in to take a look. Walking back into the room, I examined the small coffin, which was tightly nailed shut. I waved to Ma Haibo at the door to indicate that it was done. Everything was completed; the final outcome awaited their interrogation. I didn't want to stay in this cursed place for even a second, so I lifted my leg to prepare to leave, but unexpectedly, I found that I couldn't move.

I arrived at the county town at noon, around 12:00. I hastily had a fast food meal outside, then bought some nutritional products to visit my uncle at the county people's hospital. Upon arriving at the ward, I encountered my cousin Xiao Jing. She glanced at me without calling my name, merely snorted and turned her head away. My uncle, however, was quite warm and invited me to sit down, asking if I had gained anything from my trip to Qingshanjie.

Ma Haibo asked what this was. I shook my head, feigning a mysterious demeanor, and told him not to ask; I would take it back to handle it.

I stayed in the hospital for over an hour, and then went to the bus station to take a shuttle back home

My uncle's face has been stitched up, and it is now wrapped in thick white gauze. I first asked him how he was feeling, and he said he was fine. As for the scars... well, he's a man, after all; he doesn't rely on his looks to make a living. Xiao Jing, standing beside him, angrily remarked, "A few scars, and he looks like a thug?" My uncle then shouted at her, saying, "How can a child understand anything?" Xiao Jing stood up, shot me a glare, and ran out. I advised my uncle not to be angry; that's just how adolescent girls are. I didn't say too many apologetic words, so I began to tell him about what had happened in Sege Village.

In a state of confusion, I saw my grandmother again

The "Twelve Methods of Suppressing Mountains" consists of thirteen chapters, each containing several dozen pages, with nearly one hundred thousand words of main text, an equal amount of annotations and interpretations, as well as numerous illustrations and charts. To be honest, I find it quite challenging to grasp all of this at once. However, upon realizing that this knowledge is extremely valuable, I am now highly motivated.

At that moment, I could no longer hold back. To hell with the image of a dignified person; I stumbled out of the wooden house, leaning on a wooden frame, and a wave of sour liquid erupted from me. This act triggered a chain reaction; my stomach began to revolt, and countless gases surged up. All the food from yesterday's lunch and dinner came rushing out, some of it so forceful that it even sprayed from my nose. When I had vomited everything except for the sour liquid in my stomach, I noticed that several of my friends were maintaining the same position as I was.

My uncle fell silent for a moment and asked me, "Do you really have the golden silkworm poison on you?"

Ma Haibo said really? I said, am I supposed to deceive you instead

I quickly waved my hand and said it was not necessary, adding that the matter concerning Xiao Hua and Xiao Jing was indeed my concern. I will definitely help.