Made, how could there be such a big fire with just a paper-folded swallow, I was stunned in my heart, and when I looked at the swallow again, I saw a scene that I could never believe in my life.

I saw that the paper-folded swallow was undamaged in the raging fire, and there was a strange trace in the middle of the swallow's body, which was about the width of the little thumb, running through the entire swallow body, and I vaguely saw my own appearance on that trace, I thought I was wrong, and rubbed my eyes vigorously, yes, it was myself.

Seeing this, my heart was cold, this paper-folded swallow is no different from what we usually fold out of paper, how can there be a look like me on it, this is so special.

When Aunt Lian saw the trace, she laughed out loud, she laughed very happily, sometimes glanced at me, sometimes glanced at the folded paper, and kept repeating a sentence in her mouth, "The legend is true, it is true, Su Su can really be resurrected." She repeated it about a dozen times.

Suddenly, her complexion changed suddenly, and she muttered a few Miao words in her mouth.

As she spoke, the fire on the swallow's body didn't know what was going on, as if it had been pulled by someone, and it suddenly burned downward.

In an instant, the whole small tower was burning, and strangely, the fire was not very large. On the contrary, there was a faint tendency to extinguish, which made me feel very strange, why was the fire of the palm-sized swallow so big before, but the fire that burned in the whole small tower was so small?

Just when I was wondering, Aunt Lian grabbed the sack on the side, and took out a black thing from it, which seemed to be alive, and wriggled irregularly in her palm, and Dingqing saw that it was an insect, and the insect was a little outrageously small, and the body of the insect was only as big as the tip of an embroidery needle, and it exuded a disgusting rancid smell.

After she took out those bugs, I thought she was going to do some kind of Gu at first, but my heart couldn't help but tighten, and I looked at her vigilantly, for fear that she would splash those little bugs on me. There is no way to do this, I am really afraid of this Aunt Lian, this person has still become mad in order to resurrect Su Mengke.

When the tower burned to one-third, she threw the worm into it, and roared fiercely: "Resurrect, resurrect!" ”

Her voice was very harsh, piercing my eardrums very painfully, and even Qing Xuanzi on the side frowned, staring at the small tower with a gloomy face.

"Dao Chief, what is she doing here?" I asked Qing Xuanzi softly.

He sighed and said softly, "If Xiaodao is not mistaken, she is planning to burn the insects with an open flame, and then put the remaining ashes into the human skin, in order to restore the flesh." ”

As soon as I heard this, I couldn't help but be stunned, this scene will only appear in TV dramas, but I didn't expect to see this scene with my own eyes today, so I asked him: "Can it be restored?" ”

He shook his head and asked rhetorically, "Xiao Jiu, you have lived for nearly twenty years, when have you ever seen the dead resurrected?" ”

I understood what he meant, and he didn't speak, but his heart was very bitter, some people said that people die like lights out, this is the iron law of nature, that Aunt Lian may rely on some ethereal legends, coupled with the magic of her own Gu arts, she believes that people can be resurrected when they die, this... Maybe it's the human heart, or maybe it's a mother's almost perverted love for her daughter.

It's just that this kind of love, in the eyes of outsiders, seems a little crazy, and even a little disgusted with this kind of maternal love, as the saying goes, everything can be done in moderation, this Aunt Lian's maternal love for Su Mengke has deviated from the normal maternal love in the world, and it can even be said that for Su Mengke, she can do anything, even if it is a murder crime.

It is this kind of almost perverted love that has created many tragedies and how many relatives have parted.

Thinking of this, I had the heart to stop Aunt Lian, but thinking of the plan in my heart, I gave up this idea and continued to watch Aunt Lian throw insects into the small tower.

By the time she had thrown the entire sack of bugs into the tower, it was already half an hour later. During this period, I would occasionally talk to that Qing Xuanzi. He told me that Aunt Lian's behavior originated from a Miao legend, which tells that a merchant's wife died in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and the merchant was so reluctant to give up his wealth and gather together the Gu masters in the world with the purpose of resurrecting his wife.

Due to the age, the resurrection process Qing Xuanzi did not know, however, the result was widely spread among the people, some people said that the merchant's love for his wife touched the heavens, coupled with the magic of Miao Gu, his wife was resurrected.

Some people say that some people say that in order to resurrect his wife, he did many things that were unconscionable, but not only failed to resurrect his wife, but instead provoked the heavens to send down a thunderbolt and split the merchant into black coals.

Of course, this is folklore, and there is no way to verify whether it is true or not.

After Aunt Lian finished throwing the worms, she beckoned to me and said with a blank face, "Come here." ”

I walked over and a very foul rancid smell hit me, causing me to frown and ask her, "Where else do you need me?" ”

"Three drops of index finger blood go in." She pointed to the small burning tower.

"Why?" I wondered.

"Just do it." Her voice was cold.

I was stunned for a moment, and without asking her again, I cut my index finger and dripped three drops of blood into it as she instructed.

"Throw three more hairs in." She nodded in satisfaction and continued.

This time I didn't ask why, anyway, it was in vain, so I tore off three hairs and threw them into the small tower, saying, "What else do you need to do?" ”

"Get on your knees!" Her tone changed.

Now, I can't stand it, I'm a person who is very particular about kneeling, only kneeling to my parents, and letting me kneel to a small tower for no reason, which is impossible at all.

So, I glanced at her and said, "I can't do that." ”

"Really?" She sneered, grabbed my shoulder with one hand, and squeezed it hard, it was particularly painful, "People are under the eaves, I advise you to give up the persistence in your heart, otherwise don't blame me for being ruthless." ”

"Feel free!" My face sank, and I stopped.

When Aunt Lian heard me say this, her tone changed, and she began to play the sad card to me, she said: "Su Su was injured in order to save you, and it was because of that gunshot wound that it caused an old disease, so you don't feel a little guilty about her?" ”

As soon as I heard this, I thought about it for a while, and I couldn't let go of the cause of Su Mengke's death, so I said: "I owe her, I don't need you to remind her, I won't do less what should be done, and I won't do anything that shouldn't be done." ”

"Then do you think resurrecting Susu is the right thing to do?" She glanced at me and said lightly.