C14 Shantai blue lamp

Mr. Zi first looked at the child when they met, the child's mother quickly carried the child to Mr. Zi. Mr. Zi looked at it and nodded slightly. He found a small pair of scissors and gently removed a handful of hair from the child's forehead.

At this moment, the child's face was extremely pale, as if he was suffering from a serious illness.

Zhang Guozhi also took a look to the side. When he saw the child's appearance, he felt a burning sensation on his face, as if his chili concoction had been smeared on his face.

"Lunch, a cup of tea, and a white face for a human doll!"

Mr. Zi told Li Xiuzhen to prepare these things and then told Elder Peng to go out and chop a few willow trees before coming back.

The old couple were nimble people, and in a moment, everything was ready. Mister Zi had arranged a divine altar in the courtyard. Once the altar was arranged, it would be placed in the courtyard and then told everyone to start when the time came.

The time they had to wait was long and boring, especially with the occasional heart-wrenching cry or two from children. It made them feel inexplicably irritable.

In the evening, it was between seven and nine in the evening. The sun set early in the winter months. By seven o'clock it was pitch black.

Once the sun had set in the west, the entire Sanchuan Earth started to have wind blowing. Piercing southwest wind rushed down from the outpost, tearing the land apart.

"Phew …" The wind had begun to blow outside, and the fallen leaves in the corner of the yard began to swirl around in the middle of the yard.

"It's getting windy, it's about time!" Mister Zi stood up and said.

The others did not reply. Mr. Zi looked at the tea that had been prepared and the white mask on his face. He said to Li Xiuzhen, "Carry the child out first!"

While speaking, Mr. Zi walked to the altar in the yard and took out a brush from the toolbox. He dipped the brush in cinnabar and walked towards the child.

Because the child's face was too pale, it was particularly conspicuous in the darkness of the night. Mister Zi slightly raised his hand, and the notebook landed on the child's forehead. Mister Zi silently chanted an incantation, and only after finishing the incantation did he release the brush from the child's forehead. Then, he moved the tip of the brush to the forehead of the little white faced child, and lightly tapped on the forehead of the little white faced child.

"Wow …" Just as Mr. Zi pointed the pen tip at the white doll's forehead, the child suddenly began to cry bitterly.

After Mr. Zi had chosen the white-faced doll, he turned around and said to everyone, "Everyone who belongs to the rabbit, please come into the room to avoid it!"

Zhang Guozhi was disappointed when he heard this. He wanted to see what Mister Zi had done, but he himself was just a rabbit. He had no choice but to avoid it, allowing Elder Peng to lead him to the side room to rest for the time being.

Mister Zi once again lit that bronze lamp on the divine platform. The light was like a bean as it jumped up and down on the divine platform, like the stars in the sky shining bit by bit.

There was a bronze censer in the middle of the altar. Mr. Zi bowed three times towards the censer, placed nine incense sticks on it, and lit six incense sticks before inserting them at the front door of Elder Peng's house.

Mister Zi had Elder Peng find four pieces of black cloth to cover up the entrance and the gods in the main hall. Then he placed the doll made from white mask beside the altar, and cut a small piece of cotton wool from the coat that often wrapped around the child to wrap the doll inside.

The door to Elder Peng's house was open, and the only light that could be seen was from Mister Zi's altar. It was pitch black all around. Everyone was sitting in the living room, looking outside from time to time.

The people in the living room were Li Xiuzhen, Elder Peng and Yang Fenglin. Everyone sat there in pitch black darkness, no one daring to speak. However, their hearts were not at peace, each of them carrying with them their own thoughts.

Li Xiuzhen's heart was filled with anxiety and worry, and her heart was praying for the protection of the gods, hoping that Mister Zi would be able to resolve the disaster of the child. Elder Peng, on the other hand, was addicted to smoking, wanting to pass the time and relieve his nervousness, but he was also afraid of spoiling Mister Zi's plans.

Amongst the three of them, Yang Fenglin was the calmest. Firstly, it was because Yang Fenglin did not have many relationships with children, so his anxious and concerned mood was not as serious as Li Xiuzhen and Elder Peng's. Most importantly, Yang Fenglin believed in Mister Zi's ability without a doubt, so he was not worried that there would be a situation that Mister Zi could not handle.

Mister Zi stood with his hands behind his back, facing the altar. There was a layer of white flour on top of the gate, and from time to time, a breeze would blow over, dispersing some of the flour.

Suddenly, Yang Fenglin, who was standing in the living room, shivered involuntarily and then turned his gaze towards the door.

"How is it? Is there something wrong? " Elder Peng hurriedly asked.

"Shh …" Yang Fenglin gestured Elder Peng not to speak.

At this moment, Yang Fenglin could already hear the wail of a child. This wail was the exact voice that had appeared in front of Zhang Xingqi's house in Songguang Village that night.

It was the child's vengeful spirit. As expected, the vengeful spirit had wrapped itself around the child.

Mister Zi naturally heard it too, but Mister Zi acted as if he didn't hear it and continued to stand there steadily like a stone statue.

"Wow …" A loud child's cry rang out, and this sound was extremely loud. This time, not only Yang Fenglin heard it, even Elder Peng and Li Xiuzhen heard it.

This was not the crying of the ghosts of the wronged, but the crying of Li Xiuzhen's grandson. This crying sound was especially strange, as if she was suddenly frightened.

"Woo woo …" Li Xiuzhen and Elder Peng's undetectable sound was getting closer and closer. They had arrived at the door of Elder Peng's house.

"Strange …" Yang Fenglin was secretly alarmed, because in addition to hearing the voice of the vengeful spirit, he also heard the voice of a woman. This woman was actually humming a very old song, following behind the soul of the wrongdoer.

"Could it be two?" Yang Fenglin whispered.

At this moment, Li Xiuzhen and Elder Peng's heart was in their own grandson's throat, and they didn't hear what Yang Fenglin said at all.

The cry of the grandson became louder and more tragic. Li Xiuzhen's heart felt as if it was being stabbed by knives. She could not help but turn around and wipe her tears as she sobbed softly.

Zhang Guozhi, who was hiding in a side room and couldn't show his face, blamed himself for the child's crying. His heart was filled with unhappiness and regret.

A child's footprint appeared on the flour sprinkled on top of the gate. Step by step, the child walked towards Elder Peng's courtyard, in the direction of the doll made of white flour.

Mr. Zi did not move at all. His gaze was still fixed on the flour on the ground. There were footprints in the flour again. These were the footprints of an adult.

Mr. Zi looked at him coldly and suddenly shouted, "You filthy thing, stop being so arrogant!" With a wave of his arm, four or five willow branches flew out like darts.

Once that flying willow tree dart left Mr. Zi's Spirit Field, it immediately scattered in all directions as if it had a life of its own.

"Ahh …" There was a scream, like an animal's.

Such screams could only be heard by Yang Fenglin. It was a heart-wrenching shriek that made one's hair stand on end. Although Yang Fenglin had prepared his heart beforehand, he was still trembling with fear at this moment.

However, Mister Zi had no intention of stopping. As Mister Zi continued to make his move, two yellow talismans appeared in his hands and ignited on the bronze lamp. He then chanted an incantation and a snow-white glutinous rice was released.

Miserable screams rang out unceasingly, but Li Xiuzhen and Elder Peng were still unable to hear them, while Yang Fenglin had long been shocked to the core.

"Want to leave?" "No way!" Mister Zi let out a furious roar and spilled three pieces of yellow paper. From within the yellow paper flew out the Silver Bodhisattva and the hat chain that Yang Fenglin had dug out from the ground yesterday.

Mister Zi borrowed the Silver Bodhisattva and the hat chain, then firmly pressed them onto the altar, using the three plum coins to press them down.

Yang Fenglin heard the screams of the ghosts, and it became more and more miserable. In the end, the sounds became softer and softer, until it seemed that he could no longer hear them.

Everything seemed to have returned to normal. Even the crying sounds of Elder Peng and his grandson stopped.