Day and night tour

Chapter 78 Solid Meat

"Boiler room?" Zhou Lingyi asked.

"Yeah." Zhou Xuan recalled the feeling at that time.
"The Zhou family's yard is full of wandering spirits. I often hear ghosts crying and sobbing. But the boiler room is very quiet and I can't hear any strange noises. When I passed by in the afternoon, I thought that maybe the fire there was too strong, so the wandering spirits were afraid to go there."

"I just went there with a cowbell, but didn't see anything special... As for the fire being too strong and not daring to go there, that's possible. I'll go check it out again."

Zhou Xuan had a strong sense of perception, and when he pointed out something that was wrong, Zhou Lingyi did not dare to take it lightly.

"How about we go and take a look together?" Zhou Xuan suggested
Zhou Lingyi thought about it for a moment and then agreed.

……

The moon was shining brightly, the wind was blowing coldly, and it was very cold in the Zhou family camp at night.

Zhou Xuan turned up his collar and moved closer to the stove.

Zhou Lingyi stood in the boiler room, holding a cowbell. The bell tongue kept trembling slightly, but it never touched the bell wall and could not make a clear sound.

"There's something fishy going on in the boiler room."

Zhou Lingyi pointed at the cowbell and explained that the bell was a magical instrument. If the bell was still but the tongue moved automatically, it meant that there was a ghost nearby.

The more sneaky and evil the aura is, the greater the swing of the clapper will be.

At this moment in the boiler room, the clapper was shaking slightly, indicating that there was something sneaky around, but it was relatively docile, similar to other places in the inner and outer courtyards.

"Have it?"

Zhou Xuan released his perception and closed his eyes to feel it.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

He really heard the sound of ghosts crying, and asked in confusion: "There was clearly no sound that afternoon. Did I hear it wrongly?"

"You shouldn't have heard it wrong." Zhou Lingyi was very confident in his brother's blood well spiritualism.

Zhou Xuan looked around but didn't see Lao Ma, so he walked to the back of the boiler room. In Lao Ma's dormitory, he saw Yuan Buyu drinking rice wine.

Yuan Buyu was sitting in an armchair. On the table to his left were two pieces of blue cloth with floral patterns. Golden tobacco shreds were piled up like small hills on each of the two blue cloths.

"Old Yuan, what are you doing here?"

Zhou Xuan asked Yuan Bu Yu.

"Drinking, playing finger-guessing games and betting on cigarettes."

The mountain of tobacco in front of Yuan Buyu was obviously higher. He chuckled and said, "Old Ma, this bastard, has really bad luck today. He keeps losing..."

He put on a smug look, touched the tobacco and said, "Oh, I won so much tobacco, when will I be able to finish it?"

"Don't be so cocky. Where is Lao Ma?"

"In the next room, his ancestral tablet was hit by a rat, and they are repairing it now." Yuan Buyu drank another glass of wine.

In the Zhou family class, many masters like to build wooden shrines in the corners of the dormitory to worship gods, ancestors, and Buddhas.

Lao Ma cleaned up the storage room next to the dormitory and turned it into his own wooden niche, where he placed an ancestral tablet.

"Dang! Dang!"

Zhou Xuan heard the muffled sound of wood being hit. He followed the sound and saw Lao Ma hammering nails into the tablet.

This tablet was like the walnuts in his plate, with many patches on it.

Hearing someone coming, Lao Ma raised his head and glanced, and found that it was Zhou Xuan, and continued to hammer nails with his head down.

"Damn it, the Zhou family has good food, and the mice are fat and as big as cats. They have bumped into my ancestral tablets several times. Look how much they have fallen for my ancestors."

Zhou Xuan ignored Lao Ma's complaints and did not withdraw his perception. After carefully feeling it for a while, he stepped out of the door and waved to his sister.

Zhou Lingyi walked over, and Zhou Xuan leaned over to her ear and said,

"Sister, I figured it out. Wherever Lao Ma is, there will be no sneaky people."

In the boiler room in the afternoon, Lao Ma was next to the boiler, so Zhou Xuan naturally felt that the boiler room was "quiet".

"Hmm." Zhou Lingyi hooked her fingers, released the red line, and climbed onto Lao Ma's body. Suddenly, a strong smell of corpse came along the red line.

"The smell of corpse?"

Zhou Lingyi frowned.

Zhou Xuan took out a wake-up stick and was about to attack Lao Ma, but was stopped by Zhou Lingyi.

"Like a meat eater."

Before he could finish his words, Zhou Lingyi had already floated to Lao Ma's side, and with her index finger and thumb open, she grabbed Lao Ma's cheek.

Old Ma was forced to open his mouth wide. The kerosene lamp shone into his mouth, illuminating his two sharp teeth at the back of his mouth.

"The back teeth have grown sharp. He is indeed a meat eater."

Zhou Lingyi started the red thread, and the thread end went straight into Lao Ma's flesh.

Whether Lao Ma is an ordinary person, a sneaky person, or a monster, and whether he has any magical powers, nothing can escape the investigation of Hong Xian.

But soon, Zhou Lingyi shook her head. In her opinion, Lao Ma was just an ordinary person who ate "solid meat" and had no Taoist skills at all.

Old Ma was pierced by the red line and was in extreme pain. The pain was so severe that even the howling of ghosts and wolves could not describe it. If his mouth had not been stuck by Zhou Lingyi, his cries of pain would have woken up all the disciples in the outer courtyard dormitory.

Yuan Buyu heard the noise, came out of the house, saw the tortured old Ma, and asked: "What's going on?"

"It's nothing. I was just worried that something was wrong with Lao Ma, so I checked him out." Zhou Lingyi put Lao Ma down.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts." Cold sweat broke out on Lao Ma's forehead and the corners of his mouth twitched.

Yuan Buyu had a good relationship with Lao Ma, so he supported Lao Ma and asked, "Do you have any misunderstanding?"

"No... no misunderstanding." Old Ma said to Zhou Lingyi weakly, "I used to look after graves for people. I was scared when I was alone at night, so I ate solid meat... Now, I've almost given up."

"What? You've actually eaten solid meat?"

After hearing this, Yuan Buyu felt as if his tail had been stepped on. He threw the old horse to the ground, rolled up some tobacco with a cloth, and went back to the house, jumping up and down and cursing as he walked: "This is really bad luck. I have to take a bath when I get back to the house! Bad luck!"

"I'm sorry, Master Ma..."

Zhou Lingyi picked up the cowbell and walked towards the inner courtyard.

"Sister, what is solid meat?" Zhou Xuan asked.

"The slang that comes out of the tomb-robbing business is, to put it bluntly, dead human flesh."

Zhou Lingyi said: "Those who look after graves inevitably have to deal with ghosts, but most of them are ordinary people who don't have the ability to control ghosts. Some people who are really afraid of ghosts eat solid meat. After eating it a few times, the smell of dead people on their bodies becomes stronger, and the smell of living people becomes less strong. The ghosts then think they are the same kind and don't harm them.
If they have eaten too much solid meat, they will have a strong aura of the dead, and ordinary ghosts and spirits will not dare to approach them. "

Zhou Xuan nodded. This turned out to be the reason why the boiler room was so quiet.

Thinking back to the bone handles and rings on the old Ma Pan, they were all...

"What bad luck! It's so damn unlucky." Zhou Xuan also stomped his feet and complained like Lao Yuan!
After the siblings walked away, Lao Ma struggled to stand up. The pain had not yet subsided. After putting the ancestral tablets in their proper place, he struggled to sit on the rocking chair in front of the boiler, covered himself with a tattered blanket, and fell into a deep sleep.

A shadow swam up on the red brick wall of the boiler room. She received instructions from Zhou Lingyi to secretly keep an eye on Lao Ma.

……

"Sister, since your method can prove that Lao Ma is an ordinary person with bad luck, then if you check everyone in the troupe, won't you be able to find the ghost?"

Before Zhou Xuan returned to the house, he gave Zhou Lingyi some suggestions.

"My red thread causes great pain to people. If it happens to everyone, the Zhou Clan will probably become a living hell!
Moreover, if we check more people, we won’t be able to cover up the situation. If there really is a ghost, it will surely take advantage of the chaos to escape, and in the end, all our efforts will be in vain.”

Zhou Lingyi gently pushed Zhou Xuan and said, "Go back to sleep. You've been busy all night."

"Ah."

Zhou Xuan came in.

Zhou Lingyi went back into the house and took out the iron-locked tattoo box. This was the main business for tonight.

"My brother's heart incense has burned six inches. This is the last sacrifice of my ten fingers tonight. Perhaps I can help him burn another one or two inches of incense? My brother is getting closer and closer to lighting the second incense stick. By the second stick, the side effects of the pain in his blood well should be gone..."

(End of this chapter)