Possession and Fusion

where living people are, so ghosts can't be allowed to open it.""So, we follow the car and see where they get off, and that will lead us to the mastermind""Maybe, as long as we don't get caught."Qinch...Grandfather gave us some things, and my brother and I spent the whole afternoon making crafts in our room.

Drawing and paper-cutting people.

My brother is a soul painter, what he paints is incomprehensible to others.

I still remember him drawing that torture device, "blooming pear," before. He drew a crooked "8" character, who could tell what it was.

When learning the basics at the Shen family, we also learned how to draw talismans. We had to wash our hands, burn incense, recite incantations and meditate with a clear mind. Most importantly, we had to complete each stroke in one breath without stopping.

My brother draws paper figures this way too, he outlines everything with one stroke and then paints symbols on the body.

This is hideous, I can't even look at it.

He grinned and said, “It's okay, just getting one to work is enough! Look at you, you always ruin the talismans. You make me draw them so many times…”

Making paper people is very simple. Fold a piece of paper in half, then draw half the head, face, body, hands, and feet at the fold line. Cut it out and unfold it to get the simplest paper person.

However, you should first choose the color of paper, which is generally yellow, white, and red.

Yellow paper brings life, red paper brings death.

After cutting it down, draw a symbol in the middle of the body. These are not difficult, but the difficulty lies in carving out the symbol.

The talismans are too complex. Even my brother's surgery student can only barely carve them out, let alone me, an outsider. I ruined several paper figures trying to carve them.

"Alright, alright, just put it down. I'll help you carve... If you keep carving like this, we're going to run out of yellow paper!" My brother sent me away with a disapproving look, telling me to put down the utility knife.

I had no choice but to sit on the sidelines and watch him perform.

Auntie Zhang came in to refill our tea and said, "Will these paper figures work You've all written the talismans so crookedly, will they even be effective"

"Grandpa said it's fine as long as the stand-in works, even if they look a bit ugly..." My brother scoffed, raised his teacup and took a sip, then waved his hand to have Auntie clear away the water.

Aunt Zhang stared at my brother, "Young Master, you really have the charm of a young man in his prime."

"Huh" My brother looked back at her.

"When he was concentrating on something, he didn't like to be disturbed. The old grandpa was the same way; sometimes he even drove your grandma away." Aunt Zhang reminisced.

We thought to ourselves, of course he wanted to get rid of his grandmother. When he was being ruthless, he certainly wouldn't want her to see it.

"The old patriarch was a formidable figure, fearless of heaven and earth... But most men in the Mu family were very devoted, I reckon Shao Dangjia you're a lovesick fool too" Zhang exited with a mischievous smile.

My brother scratched his head, a dedicated person A lovesick fool

He's not capable of being faithful. Although he has never told me how many "friends with benefits" he has, based on my estimation (actually, I was snooping through his messages), he probably has two or three close female friends.

But he wasn't that into it either, only about once or twice a month. It really felt like both of us were just getting what we needed, solving physiological needs, I don't understand him at all.

"Auntie Zhang is just trying to subtly nudge you into getting married faster, isn't she" I asked.

My brother hummed softly, too lazy to answer the question.

The men of the Mu family are quite loyal, the problem is who can escape the five deficits and three lacks Both my grandpa and my dad have taken the point of "widower," haven't they

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On the table were two yellow paper figures. We pricked our fingers and let a drop of blood fall on the heads of the paper figures, waiting for Grandpa to check them.

The old man shook his head helplessly as he watched our skills. He had traveled many places during the chaotic times of war and turmoil, when there were many strange and unusual methods in common folk. Now, many of them have been lost.

To be truly called "transmission"

it must have bloodline, living environment, and personal instruction.

As the saying goes, dragons give birth to dragons, phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and mice give birth to offspring that burrow...

Things are different now, it's impossible for our ancestors to teach us all the esoteric arts. For example, what if we need corpse oil for dark magic Where are we supposed to get corpse oil Unless we break the law!

At night, my brother and I hid in the living room. The two paper figures were placed in our respective rooms.

It was late at night, the only sound outside was the rustling of leaves in the wind. I was so sleepy I could barely keep my eyes open. It seemed like Jiang Qiyun wouldn't be coming tonight... Seeing him so busy, I felt a pang of sympathy for him. Did Bai Qiye finally find his wife If he keeps running around like this, I think Jiang Qiyun is going to explode.

I was so tired my eyes were welling up. Just as I was about to speak, my brother made a gesture: “Shhh… here they come.”

A gust of night wind brought two crimson paper figures fluttering and swaying. They landed and stood upright, their hands outstretched in front of them, like zombies, walking towards our small courtyard.

In the house, stood our paper effigies, quickly drawn out by red string and set ablaze in the corridor. Within seconds, they were reduced to ash.

The grandfather raised his left hand behind us, and on his left ring finger was tied a strand of my hair. At this moment, the hair moved without wind, drifting in one direction.

Our stand-in has been taken by the paper man. Just follow the direction of his hair moving, and you'll find where the spell was cast.

Many houses are scattered throughout the village. The prettiest ones belong to our people. Most are three-story detached houses with front and back yards, and garages.

One of them had its lights out. As soon as he approached, Taigong chuckled coldly, "The smell of corpse oil..."

I secretly admire him a little. I only smell the earthy scent of plants and soil in the fields, how can he smell something strange

Scaling walls and picking locks were child's play for my brother. He silently slipped through the wall, then quietly unlocked the door.

This is Mu Yunliang's house, we all have a good idea.

His living room still retained the shape of a mourning hall. Black curtains hung on the walls of the main hall, with Mu Yunliang's portrait hanging above them.

I have never seen such a tomb before.

I remember a profession called "corpse beautification," which is responsible for repairing damaged bodies so that the deceased can be as complete as possible for their loved ones to bid farewell.

However, Mu Yunliang's portrait, which shows his entire face exposed with the skin peeled off, must have been taken when they brought him out of the morgue.

His eyeballs rolled up and to the sides, his entire face was dark and devoid of skin, like a monster.

No, he has become a monster.

Still in the infernal abyss, awaiting final annihilation.

But there are still people here who are unwilling to give up hope, and they are summoning his spirit.

We haven't seen Mu Yunliang's father in a long time. It is said that he was heartbroken and ashamed to see people, so he stayed indoors.

Yet here we are, before Mu Yunliang's memorial, and we see him.

He was bound to the chair, his flesh hanging loose from his bones.

Generally, rigor mortis sets in 1-3 hours after death and can last up to 7 or 8 hours. After rigor mortis, enzymes in the body tissues begin to digest muscles, forming "autolysis," and the body gradually softens again. Eventually, all the skin and muscles will "collapse."

He has probably been dead for two or three days.

A faint sound of voices drifted from the basement stairs. My brother casually picked up a small folding stool and walked to the stairs' entrance to eavesdrop.

"...Is it going to work or not! Hurry up, I'm worried the old master will find out!" and turn at night, overthink things, and replay every word he's ever said in my mind.The blood curse on his chest, the mandala flower, the insignia under his neck, and the speck of cinnabar in his pa...