"Raising ghosts...people?"

"Yes, you have ghost lines on your left arm."

Zhou Xun nuzui: "New ghosts can't see the light, so they are wrapped with bandages. If there are ghost spots, it means that you have successfully raised a ghost. After a month of stability, you can go to the Public Security Bureau for training courses gone."

"I guess it was that ghost boy who wanted to devour you. Who would have thought that the ghost energy would cause the heaven and earth to move, causing thunder from the sky! It has nowhere to hide except your body, so it became a domesticated ghost by accident. It is precisely because With it, you didn’t fall off the cliff to your death. That ghost boy is terrible, even if it’s just a remnant soul, I estimate its potential ranks at least within 1500! It’s not easy for ordinary people to recover it, but it’s still yours Here's to luck."

The logic made sense, but Wu Rong remembered clearly that the ghost boy's finger bones were all swallowed by him, and his soul was scattered, how could he be subdued again.

If, as Zhou Xun said, a ghost entered his body...

Wu Rong held his left arm unconsciously, and said in a low voice, "I was the only one at the bottom of the cliff at that time."

"Yup."

"I…"

Wu Rong paused.

He originally wanted to tell about the red-clothed fierce ghost who could tear apart thunder with his hands, but Wu Rong remembered that he felt his strength increase after swallowing the ghost boy's finger bones, and the vision he saw when he fell off the cliff. He swallowed the words he was about to say again. What happened to him was obviously not normal. Gui Tong kept calling him 'Wang', Wu Rong never cared about it at first, but now he finds it ridiculous.

Could it be that he will really become a ghost after death?

Once this kind of thing is confessed, the next result is beyond his control. Wu Rong hated the feeling of losing control, and didn't want to be bound by anything.

For no reason, Wu Rong thought of Fu Qing.

Only he can see his dead face, maybe he can also understand what happened to him. Zhou Xun is standing in front of him but he has no sense at all. Even if you say it, there is nothing you can do.

Seeing that Zhou Xun was still looking at him, Wu Rong paused, and his eyes fell on his empty left arm: "Your hand..."

"Hey, it's just a broken arm. It's good that I didn't lose my life. I'll just grow another one when the time comes."

Unexpectedly, Wu Rong would take the initiative to care. Zhou Xun was a little flattered. He shook his sleeves and didn't care. It's almost here, and your family can pick you up after you recover from your injuries."

"Um."

The village where my grandmother lives is not in Xijiang, but in a more remote mountain and old forest. There are almost no primitive Miao villages discovered by outsiders. There are many mountains in the southwestern border. In ancient times, there was a saying of one hundred thousand mountains. The mountains are high and the roads are dangerous, and the transportation is inconvenient. Unless the people in the village come out to pick them up, they will definitely get lost in the mountains. Grandma is old-fashioned and conservative, and has never been out of the mountains in her life, but some young people in the village have gone out to work in Xijiang, doing some cultural performances and the like.

It was originally said that when the train arrived at Xijiang, someone would come to pick Wu Rong up, but who would have thought that there would be such a serious accident on the way.

Zhou Xun told him in detail about some small problems that he might encounter in the early stage of raising ghosts, such as ghosts pressing the bed in the middle of the night, wanting to eat paper money and smelling incense ash, etc. Xia Wu Rong stayed alone in the room.

He looked down at his bandaged left arm, his hand was open and clenched, everything was normal. Wu Rong got up and closed the curtains, turned on the small bedside lamp, and took a look at the bandages. The scarlet blood pattern runs from the wrist all the way to the elbow. The pattern is simple but not crude. It is very delicate, and it makes people feel dizzy after looking at it for a long time. Zhou Xun said that when the blood streaks first started, no one knew what it would look like in the end.

After all, the same person raises the same ghost, even if they are both starved to death ghosts, different effects can be produced on different people, and it may not take a few days for the ghost pattern to disappear by itself—just like a flower withering, some people just Not suitable for raising ghosts. Even if you do everything possible to get the ghost pattern, you can't maintain it. Therefore, having ghost patterns does not count as a formal entry into the ghost raising industry. Only after one month has the ghost pattern stabilized can you go to the Public Security Bureau to "register" the ghost.

People with abilities such as ghost raisers and celestial masters can enjoy extremely high state treatment, including housing, medical care, children's schooling, etc., and martyr treatment after sacrifice. Countless people want to step into it all their lives. At this time, Wu Rong But I don't know why there are ghost patterns. If he said it, thousands of people would be envious and jealous, but he didn't have the slightest chance of luck.

If it was really that big ghost, I'm afraid he didn't raise it, but it raised him by his side to drink blood and eat meat.

It's just that Wu Rong's mentality is surprisingly peaceful. He doesn't bite when there are too many lice, and doesn't worry about debts. Life made him almost lose the fear of death, and after calming down, he only thought about practical issues.

For example, to report to my mother that she is safe.

After re-wrapping the bandage, Wu Rong took out his mobile phone, but his hand froze in his pocket. He was taken aback, grabbed something up, and slowly opened his hand.

The lavender paper crane lay quietly in his palm, but the top of its head was red and stained with a drop of blood.

The amulet is gone, but the seal paper crane is still there!

There was a lot of noise outside, the Miao family dialect interspersed with unknown dialects, getting closer and closer to his room, Wu Rong put away the paper crane with his backhand. The next moment, the door was pushed open rashly: "Are you Wu Rong?"

A delicate girl of thirteen or fourteen was dressed in the Miao nationality, her voice was clear and melodious, like an oriole out of the valley, but her tone was not good. Wu Rong raised her eyes and saw undisguised displeasure in the little girl's eyes.

This kind of hostility is like a child who has been robbed of ice cream. It is just purely unhappy, without any malice, and its rank is too low to have any influence on Wu Rong. Seeing his refusal, the little girl pursed her lips, and said in blunt Mandarin unhappily: "I'm Aleduo, Mr. Zhai asked me to pick you up with Sister Ai and Brother Gu."

"I didn't know you came so early. Brother and sister were invited by Qingya Village to dance the gods. I'm the only one to pick you up. Don't you mind?"

"It's okay, I also want to recuperate."

Wu Rong said calmly, showing her bandaged left hand: "No rush."

"Ah? Are you still recovering?"

Aleduo became anxious: "But things are urgent in the village, the old man asked me to pick you up right away."

"They can be invited to dance the gods. I don't think it's too urgent."

Wu Rong's tone remained unchanged, but Aleido stomped her feet in anger, blushing: "Hey! You..."

"Aledo, if you can't see you, come out and mess around."

A female voice sternly came from outside the door: "You will not be allowed to go down the mountain again, and if you lie again, I will tear your mouth apart."

The little girl who was playing her temper was shocked when she heard this, and immediately stood obediently like a quail, begging for mercy in a low voice with a mournful face: "Sister Ai, I didn't..."

"Apologize."

Aledo was very reluctant, and bowed her head towards Wu Rong: "I'm sorry..."

As a result, her head was directly pressed, and she bowed ninety degrees. The new woman who came in was embarrassed and said to Wu Rong: "I'm really sorry, I didn't discipline my sister well, and I will apologize to you."

She is dressed up, wearing shiny silver jewelry on her head, she looks like she weighs more than ten catties, she has a very beautiful oval face, she is graceful, and her Mandarin is also very standard: "Don't listen to this girl, you are our most honored guest Originally, Mr. Zhai wanted to pick you up in person, but the witch had an accident a while ago and broke her leg, so Mr. Zhai had to stay in the village, so he told us to take you back. Bai Gu is in the village The front gate is waiting for you."

"Grandma broke her leg?"

Wu Rong frowned. He didn't have a deep impression of this old man in his memory. After his mother passed away in his previous life, he sent the ashes back to Miaojiang and took a look at the old man. She was a skinny little old lady, with a sallow complexion, so old that her teeth had fallen out, and she was lying in bed and dying. Wu Rong had time to take a look at her, and her grandmother passed away the next day after returning.

Count the time, just a week later. Although the world has changed, things have remained largely unchanged until now. The bones of the old man are fragile, and once a fracture is broken, it is not easy to heal. Maybe it was this fracture that made grandma's already weak physical condition worse.

Wu Rong knew that her mother had a deep affection for her grandma, so if she couldn't see her for the last time, she would definitely blame herself to death.

"Let's go."

He stood up: "Go back and see grandma first."

Hearing that he was relieved, the two were overjoyed, and after saying hello to Zhou Xun, the three of them walked outside. The road to the village is extremely difficult, rugged and steep, and there are no buses or taxis passing by. A half-new and not old motorcycle was parked at the entrance of the guest house. The Miao girl with a graceful figure and picturesque eyebrows stretched her legs and sat in the car. Aleduo, who had been trained to droop her eyes, sat in front of her.

"Come up."

The sound of the motor was rumbling, and the motorcycle was like a galloping horse, sprinting up the mountain road. There was a distance from the guest house to the stockade, the whistling wind blew past my ears, the scene on both sides passed like the wind, the motorcycle drove fast, and drove into the vast forest. At the beginning, there were mountain roads, but in the end there were no roads. There were only trails walked by the aborigines for generations. The mountain roads were steep, and the car seemed to be flying on the cliffs.

The cliff made Wu Rong dizzy, he closed his eyes, and suddenly heard Aledo's angry and wronged voice: "Why do you have to let a foreigner inherit it? Brother Gu is so good, and he has so many witchcraft and voodoo skills." So, no one in the village near or far praises him! '

‘Aledo, I will warn you one last time, you are not allowed to mention this matter after entering the village. '

Ai Qiao's tone was stern: "Wu Rong is from the Wu clan, the most noble, only he can awaken the Gu King." Not to mention inheritance, even if you give him all the gold and silver, it should be done. If you mess around again, I'll tear your mouth out. '

Gu king?

How about we just talk about this kind of thing in front of him in an open manner?

The strange thing is that after opening their eyes, the two of them stopped talking again and stopped abruptly. I closed my eyes again, and the conversation reappeared. Suddenly something moved, Wu Rong took a closer look and found a small lavender butterfly resting on Ai Qiao's earlobe. The butterfly is very small, no more than the size of a fingernail, and it lands on the bright silver earrings like an ornament without moving.

When Wu Rong thought of the guest house, Aleiduo also had the same earrings on her ears, one on the left and one on the right of Ai Qiao. Wu Rong didn't pay attention to it at first, but now she has some interest. The Miao Jiang Gu art in this world is mysterious, and the many secrets are unimaginable, but the Miao Jiang inheritance has always been from father to son, mother to daughter, and the xenophobia is so serious that until now Miao Gu is often regarded as a legendary thing.

Now it seems that the reputation is well-deserved. Maybe we can find a way to deal with this big ghost.

Even though the motorcycle was fast, it took a long time on the mountain road before finally approaching the stockade. Motorbikes cannot enter the stockade, and the last section of the mountain road must be walked. A wooden drum tower can be seen from a distance, and a birch drum made of birch and cowhide hangs above it. The Drum Tower stands on the only way to enter the village, like a watchtower. In case of emergency, the drum will be beaten, and the sound of the drum can be heard far in the mountains and forests.

When the drums are played on the first floor, the neighboring villages respond, and the sound of the drums is passed down from one village to the next.

There were several well-dressed Miao people standing in front of the Drum Tower, all of whom came to welcome Wu Rong. The young man standing in the middle is tall and straight, with gentle eyebrows and eyes, making people feel like a spring breeze. Aledo, who had been listless all this time, immediately ran towards him like a happy bird leaving the cage: "Brother Gu, brother Gu!"

"This girl, oh."

Ai Qiao sighed with a headache, and explained to Wu Rong: "Whenever the children and grandchildren go out and return to the village, the relatives and elders at home will wait in front of the gatehouse with the traditional clothes they sewed by themselves, and they have to change into the clothes before entering the village. The clothes are smoked with special herbal medicine, and the bugs and Gu in the village will avoid you when you wear them."

"This dress was sewn by my mother-in-law herself. Bai Gu is the only son of the great witch in the village. In terms of seniority, he is your cousin. He is the closest blood relative. Only he is qualified to welcome you instead of my mother-in-law."

"Um."

With the old man's heart, Wu Rong nodded noncommittally, and walked forward. Others offered him the wine filled with ox horns, Wu Rong drank it all in one gulp, and then it was time to change clothes.

But this cousin doesn't seem normal.

At first, Bai Gu just seemed a little absent-minded, but when Wu Rong walked in, his eyes suddenly widened, his face turned blue, and he trembled all over, as if he had seen a ghost. When Wu Rong reached out to grab his clothes, he dodged back suddenly, like a rabbit seeing a natural enemy, wanting to run away but not daring to run away, with cold sweat dripping down his face, his voice trembling: "You...why are you here at this time? ?”

"Baigu, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Ai Qiao asked doubtfully, "He is Wu Rong."

But when he heard this, the young man's face became even more ugly, his face was pale, and he couldn't believe it: "He is Wu Rong?!"

The author has something to say: The knowledge related to Miao tradition comes from "Miao and Dong Culture-Guizhou"