Calling Souls
ur mouth, but in your heart you hate me so much that your teeth itch, don't you Even if you never say it again, deep down you still think that... Mu Xiaqiao, tell me, why are you so stubborn"I want to...I said that the phrase "summoning spirits" felt rather helpless. The actual situation of this family is far more complex than we imagined.
Calling the soul, also known as "summoning the soul" in folklore, has records dating back to the Qing Dynasty's Qianlong period. There was a sudden outbreak of a so-called "supernatural art" called summoning the soul in the Jiangnan region at that time.
It is said that common people believe that by using a person's hair and name, one can steal the other person's soul to serve themselves. This belief caused a certain amount of panic, alarming the emperor.
After losing several official hats and a few commoner's lives, the matter was suppressed.
Actually, calling a soul can be understood as a kind of "popular" spiritual therapy. If Mu Wanchen were here, he, a great shaman, would definitely do these things with ease.
This family also has a young son who has had a cold and fever recently, and hasn't been getting better. The second daughter told me her brother once heard the younger one mumbling: "Big sister, he said he won't come. You let me go home, okay..."
This sounded a bit off, but my brother immediately sensed something was wrong. Our youngest son has been so terribly ill, drifting in and out of consciousness. Even when he wakes up, he seems confused and lost, like his soul has left his body.
Therefore, we need to perform a "summoning" to see if this young son has been taken away by the elder sister's ghost.
Jiang Qiyun listened and slightly frowned: "How come there are so many karmic obstacles in these mortal families"
"A mine owner becoming a millionaire, who would believe he has no karmic debt He might have had people killed on his mines and covered it up. How many nouveau riche are truly innocent" I muttered to myself as I rubbed my face, preparing to get out of the car.
"...Don't move." He suddenly reached out and held my stomach, lifting me up.
I'm a little nervous. What does this kind of action mean I've known him for so long, how could I not know.
Could he be about to "taste the flavor" again
I pushed his shoulder and said, “This isn't right! My brother will come looking for me if he sees I haven’t gotten out of the car…”
Jiang Qiyun let out a soft sigh, lightly kissed the corner of my lips, and then let go of me.
At that moment, I had a indescribable feeling in my heart.
It seems like... even the most basic intimacy is gone.
Wasn't it too long since I did, that I almost forgot how he once coldly pinched my chin and warned me: to remember a wife's duty.
Am I being a bit too much
Seeing him regain that cold expression, a bitter feeling welled up in my heart, accompanied by a sense of guilt.
He never cared about what I wanted before. He was always domineering and had his way, never listening to me.
At that time, I was not a pushover.
Now that he's worried about my stomach, I keep pushing him away... Am I being a little spoiled
"Qi Yun..." I looked up at him.
His dark eyes looked down into mine.
"That... can we still go to the Pure Land of Ultimate Bliss" I asked,
He frowned slightly: “Want to go Didn't you despise that place for only having a shell”
"A bed is enough." I boldly leaned in and kissed his cheek: "…let's go soon"
He narrowed his eyes dangerously. “What do you want to do”
"That depends on you, what do you want to 'do'" I boldly whispered in her ear, "…Remember to make the pillows and blankets, use them to … prop your waist…"
I bit him, leaped out of the car quickly, and didn't dare to look at his eyes or expression.
There's no way, I'm just this cowardly. My courage doesn't last more than ten seconds.
I'm so scared he'll see me blushing like a boiled shrimp, it would be so embarrassing.
My heart pounds like a startled deer, as if it were sending out an extraordinary invitation
Until I ran to my brother's side, I still felt Jiang Qiyun's two cold and dangerous eyes fixed on my back.
"Xia Qiao, why are you running Even in flats, you can't run. The ground here is uneven." My brother frowned and lectured me.
I pouted, with a terrifying husband who was scarier than a ghost staring at me in the car. If I didn't run away, I would be so embarrassed that I'd burn to ashes right there.
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The connection between a child and their mother is the deepest. We made the coal mine owner's wife stand at the street corner not far from their newly built house holding a white paper lantern.
When it was the hour of the Child, she would stand at the crossroads and call out her young son's name again and again.
Language has spirit; whether it's good or bad depends on the kind of emotions you bring to it when you speak.
The mine owner's wife was a little scared, her voice trembling. My brother and I stood under the tree desperately making gestures to her, trying to calm her down.
After calling for a while, she got tired and thought we were tricking her. She shook her head and said she didn't want to call anymore. Just then, the light from the white paper lantern she was holding changed.
Just now, it was still the warm reddish light, slowly cooling down, and the color gradually turned into a deep green.
"Ah!!" The mine owner's wife screamed in fright.
"Keep yelling!" my brother growled through gritted teeth. "Don't you want your son to wake up!"
The mine owner was so nervous, he told his wife, “Don’t stop! Keep shouting!”
His wife gritted her teeth, her voice trembling as she continued to call out her youngest son's name. Soon, a blurry figure slowly walked towards them.
"Keep shouting! Don't stop!" My brother frantically gestured.
The mine owner's wife had been so scared that her legs turned to jelly. She gritted her teeth and stammered, continuing to call out for her son's name.
That hazy figure of the youth walked a few steps toward her, and suddenly a ghastly white hand appeared from behind, grabbing the youth's clothes on his back and pulling him backward with all its might.
"Ah——!!" The mine owner's wife fainted.
“Damn! A strong but weak-willed woman! You bark so loudly, yet you can't do anything when it matters! Hey, go fetch a lantern and keep shouting! By the time your son’s spirit reaches you, you’ll be calling him home while carrying him back yourself! Give us the hand at the back!”
My brother pushed the mine owner, who was so scared he almost wet himself. He could only run away with a lantern, continuing to shout.
That ghastly white hand clutched the boy's back with force, refusing to let him go home.
I aim at the position, cross three and four fingers, open a hole in the middle, pinch Yinwen with my thumb, and pinch out the Jia Gui Jue.
That hand suddenly retracted, the boy's hazy figure was released, and he continued to drift forward.
My brother winked at the mine owner, then turned and walked home, carrying a lantern and calling out his son's name.
As I was about to enter the house, a soft female voice suddenly rang out in the dark and silent night.
"Daddy, Mommy, are you only wanting a brother and not me anymore…"
The sound was strange and eerie, giving me goosebumps. This ghost's soul has started to warp...
If resentment is too great, it can turn a ghost into an evil spirit. Such ghosts will either harm people or cause trouble in their lives; at worst, they'll even kill entire families and still not stop.
The mine owner trembled all over, tears streaming down his face, his hands shaking so badly he could hardly hold the lantern. “Daughter! You wouldn’t listen to us, you wouldn’t tell us anything, you chose to die yourself, and then you stayed home to endanger us Where have we gone wrong, child”
The female ghost's voice wailed mournfully: "I don't want to harm you... I just want to see him... But he won't see me, so I had my brother come and call him for me..."tunned for a moment, then giggled softly, and said in a gentle voice, "Master, you are truly a kind person..."My brother frowned and said, "You're a fox spirit, what are you pretending to be Hu Dashan...