Chapter 15: The Old Cat Cries and Mourns

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Peeling back the mud shell on the other half of the Buddha's face, Dou Dabao and I couldn't help but gasp at the same time again.

The woman hidden in the mud fetus has a different face on the left and right!

With the center of the eyebrows and nose as the boundary, the left half of her face is almost exactly the same as Xu Jie. In addition to the dull complexion of the plastered complexion, the skin and muscles are very plump and even appear to be elastic.

However, the right half of the woman's face is like an air-dried orange peel, so dry that it sticks to the cheek bone. If you look closely, there is a layer of fine black scales attached to it!

Dou Dabao swallowed hard and said, "This is definitely not a small charter wife. โ€

I nodded, judging by the degree of dryness and hardness of the clay shell, this Buddha statue was molded for at least ten years, or even more. Although Xu Jie's sudden disappearance is bizarre, he will never go to the Buddha statue.

Wang Zhongyuan's soul voice trembled and asked, "Is this ...... Is this a living or dead? โ€

"Dead people, of course." Dou Dabao blurted out.

Looking at the woman exposed in the Buddha statue, I only felt an indescribable weirdness.

Although it is unknown why the right half of her face has black scales, judging by the extent to which her skin and muscles have contracted and shriveled, and her shrunken walnut-like eyes, it is clear that this is a dried corpse that has been dead for at least ten years.

But if you cover the right side of your face and look at the left side alone, this woman looks like she has just died, and even ...... It also gives people a feeling of breath.

I've seen a lot of corpses, but I've never seen anything so weird.

The most incredible thing is that half of the female corpse's face looks exactly the same as Xu Jie......

Suddenly, I felt as if something was moving behind me.

I was stunned for a moment before I realized that the black cat was still in my bag.

When Master Yuan channeled and summoned spirits just now, I felt that the black cat was sinking to the ground, and there was no movement after that.

At this time, I took the black cat out, and found that it was still as tired as before, but it looked a little tired and lifeless than before.

Dou Dabao asked me, "What should we do now?" โ€

"It's not this Buddha statue just now, it's Yuan Junyao!"

"What?" Wang Zhongyuan walked over a little erratically.

"She's not dead, Master Yuan is lying." I said as I looked at the edge of the shrine.

The Buddha statue with the hidden person has a considerable weight, just now it is just a work of one in and one out, even if there are other people in the room besides Master Yuan, it is impossible to replace the person with a Buddha statue in such a short time.

The most likely possibility is that the shrine has a flap-like mechanism that can be flipped by remote control or other means.

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhongyuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shook his head and said:

"Yaoyao won't lie to me, she is indeed dead, the body is in the river, and she has not been fished up."

I frowned and didn't answer.

It's not that I don't believe what he says, but I trust my eyes more.

I saw Yuan Junyao with my own eyes, and I can tell that she is still alive.

More than half of the shrine was recessed into the wall, and after a week, no obvious gaps were found, and there were no scratches on the perimeter.

Dou Dabao saw my thoughts, followed a look, raised his hand and pointed to the woman's corpse exposed in the Buddha statue and said:

"Will the mechanism be on her, or not, just connect to the mud shell outside and look around on both sides?"

I shook my head, this guy is good at everything, it's just that he doesn't go out of his head at this time. When he said this, he definitely watched too many movies.

After looking for a while, there was still no eyebrows, I thought about it, turned around and asked Wang Zhongyuan:

"You said that Yuan Junyao gave you a dream again just now? What did she say? โ€

"She said she's coming home and asked me to come to her!" Wang Zhongyuan was a little excited again.

Seeing that his figure flickered slightly, I secretly sighed, took out a yellow talisman from my bag, walked to his body, recited the mantra, and pasted the talisman paper on his forehead.

Turning back to him, she said in a deep voice, "Calm down, try to relax, so that I can return your soul to your body." โ€

Wang Zhongyuan shook his head vigorously: "I don't want to go back, I just want to see Yaoyao!" โ€

I raised my voice: "Whether she's dead or alive, she wants you alive!" โ€

Wang Zhongyuan smiled miserably, lowered his head, and muttered, "You are not me, I don't know what she means to me...... Count, as long as I can see Yaoyao, it's good......"

I frowned, and tried to persuade him a few more words.

Suddenly, the black cat in my arms moved.

It writhed twice with great difficulty, then struggled to jump out of my arms and landed on the table in front of the shrine.

I didn't know why, and Zhang Ande's voice suddenly sounded in my ears: "Let that Wang Zhongyuan stand back!" โ€

Immediately after that, I heard Lao Ding say loudly: "What's the use of retreating, seal his ears with a talisman!" โ€

"What do you mean?" Hearing the two old guys speak again, I couldn't help but sigh.

These two old things rarely speak, but they are inexplicable when they speak.

"The old cat is crying!" Lao Ding said loudly.

I was so excited that I reacted, and hurriedly took out two more yellow talismans, walked over and recited the magic recipe while forming a ball of talisman paper and stuffing it into Wang Zhongyuan's flesh and ears.

If I wanted to say anything else, I might not have reacted so quickly, but when it came to the old cat crying, I immediately understood what the two old guys meant.

Everything has a spirit, and many animals live for a long time, especially if they live for a long time.

Folk often say that 'chickens are only six, dogs are not eight', because some animals live for a long time, have more contact with people, watch people do things every day, listen to people talk, they will gradually understand human nature, and even become spirits.

When I was a child, I heard such a story from an old man in the village.

It is said that in ancient times, there was a rich man who raised a white dog, and he was very understanding and very pleased with his owner.

One day, the rich man suddenly fell ill and died, and after his family buried him, the white dog was nowhere to be found. Everyone thought that the white dog cared for the old master, and when the owner died, it ran away sadly, or died somewhere, so they didn't pay much attention to it.

Unexpectedly, in the second year after the rich man was buried, one night, the rich man suddenly returned home.

The family thought it was a zombie deception, and they were all terrified. However, looking at the words and deeds of the rich man, they are the same as before his death.

According to the rich man himself, he suddenly fell seriously ill that day, but he did not really die, but he was depressed for a while, fell into a coma and faked his death, and not long after he was buried, he came back to life.

Fortunately, a Taoist priest happened to pass by, heard the noise, and rescued him. After that, he followed the man on a tour of the famous mountains and mountains, and he did not return home until today.

When a loved one comes back from the dead, the family is naturally overjoyed. Since then, the rich man has lived the same life as before, and he has been more generous than before.

Until one day, the rich man ate a few more glasses of wine outside, and when he returned home at night, he fell asleep after drinking with his concubine.

In the middle of the night, suddenly a dark wind rose on the ground for no reason, and the door was swept open.

The concubine was awakened, and when she saw the strangeness of the wind, she couldn't help but be afraid. Hearing the thunderous snoring on the pillow, it was not easy to wake up the rich man, so he got out of bed alone and fumbled to light the candle.

Who knows, when she closed the door and returned to the bedside, she looked at it by the light and almost died of fright on the spot.

There is no rich man in the bed, only a white-haired old dog, curled up under the quilt and snoring!