Wen Wenbin picked up the clothes and put them under his nose for a sniff. A strong smell of dead mice wafted out, which was the smell of death.

  "There are outsiders here, and they dont come with good intentions." As a Taoist, the first thing to master is to be familiar with the aura. Every Taoist will experience several inhuman situations after entering the door. Ma Suifeng threw him into a coffin to sleep with corpses when he was seven years old. Like dissecting a corpse in medical school, a Taoist treats a corpse as an object, but he also needs to judge whether this corpse has the possibility of becoming a zombie.

  Then there is the smell, yin energy relies on feeling, corpse energy relies on olfaction, and also sha energy and jie energy. Many of these smells can only be perceived with the assistance of Feng Shui instruments.

  "Wen Bin, it looks like someone has been here before us, we seem to have arrived late." I pointed to a pile of dug-up soil about three meters away from us, and judging from the marks on the ground, there was indeed a box placed here before, as the soil still had the imprint of the boxs corners.

  The fat man searched carefully, the soil was no more than one meter deep, and there were some baby items scattered inside, such as small shoes and clothes that were still new, it should be a burial from a few days ago.

  The fatty pinched the soil with his hand, and it was still moist. He said: "Look at the color of the turned earth, no more than a day has passed, what do others want to do with this childs corpse?"

  Zha Wenbin clutched the clothes tightly, a sense of unease surging up in his heart. Two words hung on the tip of his tongue but he didnt dare say them out loud: Ghost Path. He had once heard his master mention it, that it was something he would have to avoid for his entire life. If he were to encounter that person...

  "Lets go." Theres nothing we want here, reluctantly we can only leave first, but just as I turned around, I saw a line of words carved on the back of that tree.

  "Wait! Theres writing!"

  I shone my flashlight on it, and a layer of bark had been stripped from the large poplar tree, leaving a smooth area about the size of a soap box. On it was a string of small black characters, bold and powerful in font, yet somehow giving off an aura of evil.

  I pointed at those words and read: "The thing is in the stone mortar of the mill."

  "Mill?"

  I spread my hands and said: "Thats what it says. It seems he is still familiar with the Wild Man Village and knows we are coming?"

  Zha Wenbin said: "No one will make fun of a child who died at birth, this is a heavenly punishment, go to the mill."

  In the village of Ye Ren Tun, there is a river. The diligent working people discovered very early on that they could use the water flow to drive stone mills for grain processing. Downstream from the village, there is indeed a mill house, collectively built, and even the nearest household is 200 meters away. Now its harvest season, who would be so bold as to throw things there?

  We ran all the way, and from a distance, we saw that the door of the mill was open. Fatso arrived first, and when I and Cha Wenbin were still halfway there, we heard him shouting: "Here! Here!" I saw Fatso holding a box in his arms and running out, but wait, what I saw was clearly a little doll sitting on top of the box, hugging Fatsos neck and laughing loudly.

  "Put it down!" I shouted at him while gesturing.

  The fat boy rushed over with an excited face, probably didnt hear what I said, and ran to my side like a whirlwind, stuffed the box into my arms. I saw that doll opening its hands as if it wanted me to hug it, and I quickly retreated backwards...

  I shouted at Fatty: "What are you doing!"

  "This guy is really interesting, if you hadnt kept asking for it, I wouldnt have given it to you. Alright, Old Zhang, here you go." The fatty made a gesture and handed it over to Zhang Wenbin.

  "Wen Bin, I saw..." I was just about to say, but Wen Bin gave me a gesture of silence. He pretended nothing had happened and skillfully took over the box, lightly putting it on the ground. I saw that child sitting on the box looking at Pangzi with a smile, as if she had a good impression of him.

  "Fatso, burn this." Zha Wenbin took out two sets of red and green paper clothes, followed by a stack of valuable items and a stick of incense.

  "Whos it for?" Fatso asked.

  "Give her a burn, the child is pitiful too. Be sincere and also burn some paper money to tell her to go buy something to eat or use, just dont look for you again."

  Fatso was taken aback and said: "Looking for me?"

  "Hmm!" Zhang Wenbin replied lightly, and the fatty muttered a sentence: "My pocket is now cleaner than my face, whats the use of finding me?"

  "Hurry up, theres not much time left." Zhang Wenbin glanced at the sky, in another hour people would start to get up in the village, this mill was not like that mountain, it was at the entrance of the village, if seen by others, no one could explain.

  "Go, you are all grandfathers, I am the grandson..." The fat man complained while burning incense. I looked at that kid who seemed to be in a good mood, and just clapped my hands on the spot. After a while, I saw that she had an extra set of green clothes on her body.

  "Its quite fitting..."

  "Whats wrong?" Fatso looked up at me, thinking I was joking with him.

  On that side, Wen Bin had already prepared his stuff, a small bag made of cotton and hemp, some toys for kids to play with, and a bundle of ink brushes.

  He first tossed those things onto the box, then sprinkled a thin layer of white powder on it. Before long, Fatty understood that what he had done earlier was worthwhile, because he saw small handprints start to appear on the box.

  Two handprints started to alternate climbing on the box, at this time Zha Wenbin quickly picked up those toys and threw them into the bag. After a while, I saw that child hesitate for a moment and then dive in headfirst.

  Cha Wenbin saw that the entrance of the bag had a bit of white powder left, he quickly used the inkstone line to tie the mouth of the bag and then threw it into the pile of paper money ash burned by Paozi, and then took out another talisman to stick on the bag.

  With a loud "boom", the bag ignited instantly, and in an instant, even the trunk was set on fire. A refreshing fragrance began to emanate, faintly resembling the scent of lotus flowers.

  When the fire went out, Cha Wenbin used a stick to sweep through the ashes and brought out a small, blue-green glass bead about the size of a fingernail. It was very clean and shiny, like a jade stone.

  Fatty glanced at it and thought it was a good thing, and he couldnt wait to take it. He said: "Its for burial, judging by its color, it looks like jade, or else give it to me."

  "Youre quite bold." Zha Wenbin sneered, "You can take it away, but let me remind you, this thing isnt a jade, its her coffin."

  "Whats going on?"

  He carefully picked up the green corpse bag and wrapped it in a piece of cloth, saying: "When people are born, they have a mouthful of air, which is brought by birth and is also the air from their previous life. The resentment, anger, and evil spirits are all here. This childs first thing to do after birth is to cry, and as soon as his mouth opens, its like blowing out all those spirits. Only by spitting out the air from the previous life can one fully accept this life. This child died before she was born, so that breath has been stuck in her throat all along. Dont look at her small size, the southwestern witchcraft likes this kind of thing the most, they call it raising a little ghost. A child of this size has the strongest resentment, but has not experienced human affairs, in other words, there is no thought, as long as you can control it, it will be much more fierce than ordinary evil spirits. This corpse bag is used to wrap up that breath, which is what we want."

  The Miao family, on the west side was originally Miao Lans house, now Yuan Xiaobai lives inside. The room is lit up, in front of her is a cup of water that has been boiled with herbs by Zha Wenbin, and a piece of cloth, on which lies the green corpse bag.

  "Eat it." This was what Zha Wenbin said to her. I and Pangzi didnt make a sound, because I knew that as long as Yuan Xiaobai figured out what this thing was, she absolutely wouldnt eat it.

  Yuan Xiaobai didnt suspect a thing, she trusted her friends, picked it up and with one gulp "glug glug" sound, I and Pangzi only felt our stomachs churning, couldnt help but rush out of the house and start vomiting.

  "Them?" "Oh, its nothing. The two of them sneaked into Old Miaos house at night to steal some pickled vegetables and probably got food poisoning."

  "By the way, what was that thing I ate just now?"

  "This." Zha Wenbin replied with great imagination: "The herbal medicine I made is called Huihun Dan, it wont do you any harm, go to bed early, Ill take my leave first."

  The Resurrection Pill was indeed something he made up on the spot, but for Yuan Xiaobai, it really did have a resurrection effect, because that breath of air was coming from this infants mouth!

  As long as a person is alive, he will breathe out, and when he dies, we all say that "he has stopped breathing".

  Yuan Xiaobai was essentially already sentenced to death, and her soul that night should have been reincarnated, reincarnating into an unborn female infant. In other words, if this female infant were born, Yuan Xiaobai would be her past life. Therefore, the first breath exhaled by this female infant after birth is the last breath inhaled by Yuan Xiaobai when she was alive, and this breath contains Yuan Xiaobais entire lifetime.

  Zha Wenbin took back the breath and returned it to Yuan Xiaobai. As long as they waited until tomorrows sunrise, the Yuan Xiaobai who had been with them a few years ago would be completely back. This was the first thing he came looking for!

  The sky brightened, I rubbed my sore eyes and kicked open the door to see Cha Wenbin staring blankly out of the window.

  I put on a piece of clothing and went over to ask: "Whats wrong?"

  Cha Wenbin said to the table inside the house: "Do you still remember that piece of clothing we took down from the poplar tree last night?"

  "Remember, didnt you bring it back yourself?"

  "I put it on that table, but now its gone. I woke up and found out, and theres this too." Zha Wenbin handed me a piece of paper with four words written on it: "Good job!"

  "What does this mean?" I asked.

  Cha Wenbin sighed and said, "It doesnt make any sense. This means that if he wants our lives, were all gone. The doors and windows are closed, and this house has been sneaked in and out without a sound. I dont know what the other partys intentions are, whether theyre enemies or friends. Im really worried."