C45 (2/2)

I asked them, could it have been done by your village? Who in the village could make a shroud?

They carefully thought about it. Other than the fact that Steamed Bun's father was a butcher of pigs, no one else in the village seemed to know how to cook. Many people in the village were lazy and delicious.

You are older, you should know more about the situation in the village.

He frowned deeply. After thinking for a long time, he truly could not think of anyone who could make a birthday suit.

He said that Steamed Bun's birthday suit was definitely not something an ordinary tailor could make.

Because, other than the particular things that he said, the patterns on it and the way it was arranged were definitely the methods used by the insiders.

After chatting for a while longer, his eyelids started to twitch. Unable to hold on any longer, he fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, I found that only the Second Master Lin's family members were still cooking.

When I saw that the sky was already dark, they definitely went to the Baozi's home.

I didn't even have time to eat before I turned around and left.

Reaching Baozi's home, there were already many people gathered outside, many of whom did not dare enter, yet wanted to watch the show.

Upon entering the courtyard, he discovered that there were several lights within the courtyard, much brighter than before.

Second Master Lin and Da Jian were busy bringing Bao Wenjun to the wooden bed.

Half a day had passed, but Bao Wenjun had still yet to wake up.

When Second Master Lin saw me, he waved me over.

He told me that he was in trouble again, that Bao Wenjun was unable to wake up, and must have lost his soul.

But now, he didn't know whether he had lost his soul or had Steamed Bun hook it up.

So now, he was going to find Bao Wenjun's soul and bring it back.

When I heard this, my heart went cold again. It seems that the burial of Steamed Bun was suspenseful tonight.

Second Master Lin ordered me to bring the Yin Lamps over and place them beside Bao Wenjun.

I took the lamp and walked this way.

As I walked, my neck felt cold and I could feel someone blowing at me.

When he thought of this, an inexplicable sense of fear arose in his heart.

The Second Master Lin shouted at me, Lift the lamp above your head! Don't look back, don't care about anything!

I suppressed my fear with great difficulty and placed the yin light beside Bao Wenjun's bed.

The moment he put down the lamp, the eerie feeling disappeared and everything returned to normal.

Trembling, I asked Second Master Lin if there was something following behind me.

Second Master Lin did not answer me directly. He only said that there were some things that I had better not know!

I thought, You old thing! Despite knowing that I'm weak, you still made me do such a thing!

However, how could I dare to say that out loud? I could only smile in greeting.

Da Jian and the others were ready, what should they do next?

Second Master Lin told them to bring a basin over for a porcelain pot.

Da Jian took a washbasin and placed it beside him.

Second Master Lin placed the paper money he prepared into a basin and started to burn the paper.

After burning the paper, he took out a piece of yellow paper, and with a push, a small boat appeared.

I have seen this boat before, last night at the place where the Holy Infant were buried, using this boat that Second Master Lin used to wake Xiao Tao up.

I poured the paper ashes from the pot into a place specified by the Second Master Lin and filled it with fresh water.

Then, he used the embroidery needle to take some of Bao Wenjun's blood and placed it on the paper boat.

It was just as amazing as yesterday, with not a drop of water on it.

Faced with this situation, I was always very confused, because I could not tell whether this was a supernatural phenomenon or a ”trick”.

Say it's true, but you can't see it, say it's fake, but it really wakes people up.

I know that the Second Master Lin has started to 'practice'.

At this time, the Second Master Lin began to mutter.

At first, I thought it was some kind of incantation, but when I listened carefully, it didn't sound like it.

The sound he made was different from yesterday. This time, he called out Bao Wenjun's name in an extremely rhythmic and soft voice, sometimes three times, and sometimes two times.

Sure enough, Bao Wenjun made a move.

Everyone present saw Bao Wenjun's hand tremble slightly.

As the Second Master Lin's ”Soul-Calling” tempo sped up, Bao Wenjun's hands also began to move more and more.

The boat in the basin began to sway.

Every time the changes in Bao Wenjun's hand became more apparent, the Second Master Lin's ”Soul-Calling” rhythm would also become faster and faster.

In the end, Bao Wenjun's head also started to move, and his eyes also started to react.

His hands began to prop up the bed, as if to sit up.