When I first came in, there were eight people on the kang. Apart from the kowtowers, there were six men, women, young and old. Looking at it now, there were more than six urns in the huge old box.

I felt irritated when I thought that there were at least a dozen of these urns. If they were really the blood relatives of kowtow worms, how many generations would they have to be? The old saying goes, it is too incredible that the couple actually put the ashes of dead people in boxes to carry them with them.

Jinghai suddenly said, "Take me over and have a look."

I frowned secretly, but walked over.

It doesn't matter if you get closer, you will immediately see something wrong.

These urns in the box are different from ordinary urns. Generally, urns are square, and the top surfaces of these urns are oblique. This is not an urn, it is simply a shrinking coffin!

The more I looked at it, the more I felt something was wrong. With the permission of the kowtow worm and the sick woman, I took one of them and took a closer look. The scalp tightened even more when I saw it.

I asked the kowtower: "Do you raise ghosts?"

The sick woman replied for him: "It's not him, it's me. I made these old houses."

"What did you do?" I frowned even more: "Are you really your relatives in these small coffins?"

The woman said yes.

My voice turned cold: "I don't think so! You said that these small coffins were made by you, so of course you know what materials were used. Use locust wood, willow wood, and mulberry wood to make twelve yuan, and the iron nails on the face of the coffin. You not only raise ghosts, but also want them to never be reborn?"

Coffins are also called longevity materials, old houses, with ten pieces and ten pages of tiles. In the past, they were usually made of non-perishable wood such as cypress, pine, nanmu, and other non-perishable woods. Some were also made of copper and stone, but that was only a very small number.

The main body of the small coffin I see now is mostly willow wood. It is said that it is pure willow wood, but nothing is there. There is an old saying that 'Born in Yangzhou, play in Hangzhou, die in Liuzhou, and buried in Huizhou', and die in Liuzhou, which means that the willow wood coffin in Liuzhou is good.

In the early years, ordinary people bought at most ten coffins, and these small coffins were spliced ​​with twelve boards, commonly known as twelve yuan. The coffin lid is the sky, the bottom is the ground, the sides are walls, and the ends are sun and moon, which are also called coffin faces. The main body of the two walls of the small coffin is made of willow wood, but locust wood is spliced ​​on the coffin lid, and the coffin faces are even made of mulberry wood.

In the folk, willow, mulberry, locust and poplar are called the four major ghost trees. Just saying that locust wood is the pinestrous, and mulberry wood is easily worm-eaten. Even if the poorer families do not use these two kinds of wood to hit coffins.

The face of the coffin is also of particular importance. The engraving at both ends is the life span of men and the blessing of women. The least is the light board. However, there is an umbrella cover and iron nail on each of the coffin faces of these small coffins, and black paint is also applied.

I once saw a similar coffin at a "client" home. Later I learned that the carpenter who made a coffin for his house had a grudge against him and deliberately framed them. Using such a coffin to bury the dead is equivalent to saying that the deceased will not see the sun and the moon in the coffin, and will never be reborn!

I was still waiting to be questioned, but Jinghai said, "Don't worry about these coffins first, seal them up, and treat the woman first."

I had to think that it would take some trouble when I first saw so many small coffins, but now I can see the mystery in the coffin, which saves time.

Just cover the suitcase and seal it with a cinnabar yellow talisman.

I called Ji Yayun in and took the copper pot that had been extinguished before. Then I looked at it again. There were clusters of black flocs floating like hair, mixed with some grains of rice and maggots eggs.

I didn't care what it was, cleaned the pot, lit the charcoal fire again, and poured some sesame oil in it.

I didn't talk big to Ji Yayun. I had indeed heard of the method of using sesame oil to treat cervical aches earlier, but I thought it was too unreliable. After studying in the medical department, I felt even more absurd. Now Jinghai said with certainty that this method works, so I can only try it out.

Everything is ready, but Jinghai suddenly said to me: "To cure that woman's disease, there is also a medicine to induce her..."

After listening to Jinghai's words, I looked at Ji Yayun with some embarrassment.

She was stunned at first and then asked me: "Do you need me to do something?"

I said, "I want your hair."

“How much do you want?”

I gritted my teeth, "at least half."

Although Ji Yayun was a little cowardly, she had always done something and did not. She was also very kind-hearted and knew that it was to save people. After hesitating, she asked me for a knife and cut off my waist-throw hair along the upper edge of my shoulders.

She didn't hesitate on her hands, but her hair was cut off and her eyes were covered with tears.

Now that things have come to this point, I am too lazy to care about the consequences. I only cut my hair into half and mixed it with sesame oil that has already started to smoke.

I asked the sick woman to turn off the collar of her sweater, and only took a look, then gasped.

A thin layer of gauze was stuck to the back of her neck. As soon as the gauze was opened, a piece of rotten meat as big as a palm was seen. The meat was really rotten, not only did the rotten water flow out, but also white maggots were squirming inside.

This is not a behead sore, it is all partially necrotic.

I angrily rushed to the kowtower: "Is it the doctor who refuses to treat her, or are you superstitious about folk remedies?!"

The sick woman sighed, "The doctor was willing to treat it at first, but it really couldn't be cured."

Jinghai said lightly: "I believe she is telling the truth. Boss Xu, the oil is on, let's do it."

Perhaps because of my major and people-oriented approach, I didn't care about it anymore. According to Jinghai, I flattened the dough given by the owner of the Shaobing stall and applied it to the rotten sores behind the sick woman's neck.

Seeing that the sesame oil in the copper pot was boiling, I glanced at Ji Yayun, used the remaining hair as a brush, and drizzled it on the dough with sesame oil.

According to Jinghai, these actions are done in one go. The hot sesame oil is poured on the dough, making a sizzling sound, and at the same time it emits a scent of oil.

In this case, the fragrance cannot arouse people's appetite, and soon I saw a creepy scene.

The originally smooth dough surface gradually grows fine holes under the pouring of sesame oil.

When I followed Jinghai's instructions and poured the sesame oil on it again, suddenly, several brown-red insects, like ants, emerged from several holes at the same time.

Unlike the fireflies that flew out of the sick woman's mouth before, these bugs have no wings and are not as fiery red as they are. They are as big as an ant, but their shape is different from that of an ant, very much like the shape of a flying insect before it forms a cocoon.

As soon as these strange insects drilled out, they immediately bounced up and climbed up the hair dipped in sesame oil above, as if they were catching a life-saving straw.

I was really shocked at first, afraid that the monster worm would crawl onto my hands. Fortunately, the monster worm only climbed up one piece, just like burning gunpowder, and a star appeared and cremated, and then burned to ashes.

I didn't relax, but my nerves were tighter.
Chapter completed!