Rebirth of Everyday Life In the 1970s - Chapter 128

“Mr. Song, please come with me.”

He Lijuan’s eyes reddened instantly, she stood up and led Song Fengchen upstairs.

When she reached the place, she stopped, unscrewed the door, and while turning on the light, she turned sideways to let Song Fengchen in.

Song Fengchen looked up, ignoring the layout of the room, what caught his eye were three small beds placed side by side.

When he walked over, he only saw an old man with gray hair, wrinkled face and weak breath lying on each of the three beds.

“This is?”

He Lijuan wiped the corners of her eyes: “The one on the far left is my husband.”

Cheng Hanfei was slightly surprised. The two did not look like a husband and wife, but like a father and a daughter, and the age gap was too big.

Then I heard He Lijuan continue to say: “The two in the middle and the right are my sons and daughters.”

Cheng Hanfei was taken aback and closed his mouth decisively.

“Seven days ago, on the 20th, it was the death day of my father-in-law. My husband made a special trip to take his two children home to pay homage to his old man. I didn’t follow him because of temporary incidents. They came back that night. I was screaming sleepy, I just thought they had been running around for a day and were tired. I didn’t expect that when I went to wake them up the next morning, they had become what they are now.”

Because of this, she didn’t dare to send people to the hospital, because she was afraid that she would be known and cause unnecessary trouble.

“So what happened to them?” Song Fengchen asked.

“I don’t know.” He Lijuan choked: “After that day, they have been in a coma. Even if they wake up occasionally, they are foolish and stupid. They don’t recognize people. They were like this before my father passed away… “

If it hadn’t been for the fact that the situation had become so serious, how could she be willing to take the two Yuxi out. After all, no matter how stupid people are, they should know the value of these two jade seals.

Song Fengchen walked to the small bed in the middle and stretched out his hand to remove the right eyelid of the person on the bed, facing a loose eyeball.

He has a measurement in his heart.

“Master Song?” Seeing Song Fengchen withdraw her hand, He Lijuan couldn’t help shouting.

Song Fengchen stood up straight, turned around, looked up at her, and only said, “Their life has been taken away.”

He Lijuan’s eyes flashed with such a look, and her mood fluctuated more and more: “So, what should I do now?”

Song Fengchen calmly said in a deep voice, “The top priority is to figure out what happened that day.”

With an idea, he said, “Thank you, Ms. He, to help me prepare something.”

After half an hour-

On the altar table, there is a bamboo cage in the middle. There are nine roosters in the cage, and there are two oil lamps on the left and right sides.

Song Fengchen pulled a red rope and tied one end to the oil lamp on the left, then took the red rope and wrapped it around the rooster’s neck three times, and finally tied the other end to the oil lamp on the right.

After doing this, he took a porcelain bowl and a knife and walked to the small bed on the far left. He Lijuan’s husband Cao Yuanzhong was lying on the bed.

Song Fengchen grabbed his left hand, placed the porcelain bowl under his palm, and then picked up a knife to cut through his fingers one by one to let blood out.

When the blood covered the bottom of the bowl, Song Fengchen said, “Okay.”

After speaking, he picked up the porcelain bowl and returned to the altar. As for the wound on the belly of Cao Yuanzhong’s finger, He Lijuan had to deal with it.

Only saw Song Fengchen take a tube of adjusted cinnabar water and put it all into the porcelain bowl. After stirring evenly, he divided the blood in the bowl into three, and pour one part with kerosene into the two oil lamps on the left and right on the table. Put one part and the upper steamed bun in a bamboo cage, and the last part is mixed with ink to draw a symbol on Cao Yuanzhong’s heart.

When the steamed buns in the bamboo cage were all swallowed by the rooster inside, Song Fengchen flipped his wrist and two pieces of talisman paper appeared at his fingertips. Then, with a light wave, the talisman paper fell out of his hand and shot out two flames in the air. Flew towards the oil lamp.

There was only a pounce, and the talisman paper turned into ashes and fell one after another, leaving behind two oil lamps. The crowing of the chicken also disappeared without a trace in the next moment. The **** in the bamboo cage maintained a posture of crowing, raising its head, or bowing its head, or combing its wings, and remained motionless.

He Lijuan held her breath subconsciously.

After a few breaths, with a bang, the first chicken on the left hand side of the bamboo cage strung on the red rope fell down, instantly losing life.

What Song Fengchen did was to transfer the positive life of these roosters to Cao Yuanzhong, but because the technique was too simple and rough, the effect was definitely not much better.

At the same time, after a few weak coughs on the small bed, Cao Yuanzhong opened his eyes.

“Yuanzhong–” He Lijuan was so excited, she rushed forward.

“Li, Lijuan?” Cao Yuanzhong panted roughly, trying to sit up, but couldn’t get up, “What’s wrong with me, me?”

“Mr. Cao,” Time is running out, Song Fengchen did not hesitate to interrupt the retelling of the two people: “What happened to you on the twentieth day?”

“Yes, yes, right,” He Lijuan then remembered what was going on, she said anxiously: “Yuanzhong, what happened that day when you took your child back to your hometown?”

As soon as the voice fell, the second chicken in the bamboo cage fell.

Although Cao Yuanzhong didn’t know Song Fengchen, he looked at He Lijuan’s distraught and knew the importance of the matter. He didn’t care about the other things. He carefully recalled what happened that day: “That day… I finished scanning for my father that day. After the tomb, the third uncle wanted to keep me for a few more days, but I didn’t agree, and then rushed back with the child.”

“As a result, it rained heavily halfway through the road. Looking at the weather, the heavy rain didn’t seem to stop in a short while. There happened to be a family on the roadside—I remember, that family was very far from Gejia Village. Near. So I took the child and knocked on the door of his house, planning to avoid the rain in his house.”

As he was talking, the third chicken in the bamboo cage lost its breath.

“It didn’t take long before another group of people hiding from the rain came to the door. The rain didn’t stop, probably because I felt bored. One of the people in the group took out two dice from his pocket and pulled him. The companions gambled.”

“They don’t gamble, but they broke some wicker chips thrown in the corner by the host’s children. We also felt a little bored. Seeing the rise of their gambling, we simply sat over and watched them gamble. Warmly invite us to play together.”

“We thought it wasn’t gambling anyway, it didn’t matter if we played two, and then we also folded some wicker and played with them.”

“Our luck is not very good. We lose more and lose less. Fortunately, it’s not that we lose money. We fold the wicker when we lose all our chips. It didn’t take long for the wicker in the corner to be folded by the three of us. At exactly this time, the rain stopped. , We all had to hurry, so we didn’t gamble anymore.”

Speaking of this, a hint of thought flashed through Cao Yuan’s eyes.

“It’s strange to say that after we walked out for a short distance, we found that the road was not wet at all, as if it was only near Gejiacun.”

Song Fengchen asked: “Do you remember how many wicker you lost in total?”

“I lost less, more than 30 roots, Chongming (Cao Yuanzhong’s son) they lost more, 50 or 60 roots are definitely, definitely, yes…”

Cao Yuan’s voice became smaller and smaller, and then he passed out.

In the bamboo cage, as the last rooster fell, the oil lamps on both sides went out.

“Yuanzhong, Yuanzhong…” He Lijuan yelled anxiously. Seeing that Cao Yuanzhong couldn’t wake up, she suddenly turned her head to look at Song Fengchen: “Master Song, what’s the matter?”

“A wicker, one year of life.” Song Fengchen said in a deep voice: “He lost his life.”

He Lijuan listened, her eyes widened, and anxious: “Then, Master Song, what should I do now?”

“Mr. Cao doesn’t know that he lost Yangshou,” Song Fengchen said solemnly: “To put it bluntly, they were calculated by someone. Or, the calculation of them may not be human at all.”

“Let’s do it,” Song Fengchen groaned for one or two. “You will bury these roosters first, burn more paper money, and then take me to Gejiacun to see if you can find some useful clues, as long as you can find out behind the scenes. People, things will be easier.”

“Good, good.” He Lijuan responded in a hurry, only taking Song Fengchen as the backbone.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door downstairs.