He Lao noticed something was amiss and went in to ask Cha Wenbin how he was doing. Cha Wenbin waved his hand, indicating that it was nothing serious. He Lao reminded him to be careful and then withdrew.

  The portrait is complete, but one thing is still missing, that is the seal. The Yin Soul Array also needs a medium, what is this medium? Its the person the deceased trusted most in life, and without thinking, its naturally Old Man Zhang.

  Cha Wenbin rushed towards Old Man Zhang, pointing at him to come in. Old Man Zhang didnt expect that he still had to go up. Looking at the old lady lying in the middle and the coffin, the red cinnabar talismans on the ground were dazzling, and he couldnt help but stumble, causing everyone to burst out laughing.

  The old man also felt that this array looked a bit scary, embarrassed by the scene, he had no choice but to move forward. Zhang Wenbin grabbed the old mans hand and with a flash of the Seven Star Sword, a big gash appeared on the old mans left hand. Before he could even let out a scream, Zhang Wenbin grasped his palm and pressed it firmly onto the ground of the Yin Soul Array, not forgetting to press down hard. By the time the old man lifted his hand, a bloody palm print was already left on the ground. This move really hurt him. Zhang Wenbin didnt even look at him straight in the eye, took out a small medicine bottle, poured some on the wound and had someone bandage it up, indicating that he could leave now.

  Zhang Lao Han covered his palm, really wanting to scold him. This Taoist didnt even greet him, came up and slashed with a knife, not only was it painful but also left a bloody handprint, the burning wound made him instantly lose all goodwill towards this Taoist.

  Whats strange is that after a while, the wound that was in severe pain earlier suddenly started to itch, and before long, it didnt hurt anymore. Zhang Lao Han felt a sense of wonder at Cha Wen Bins medicine again, and his previous complaints instantly disappeared, replaced by a kind of reverence.

  After preparation, Zha Wenbin started sprinkling a thin layer of quicklime in the coffin, along the inside to the outside board, forming a small road-like line all the way to the wooden board for holding the corpse.

  The dead man was buried with lime to drive away insects, everyone knew that, but what the lime was for, no one could understand. After finishing, Cha Wenbin ordered someone to turn off the lights, and in an instant, the entire hall was left with only the light of four candles, shining on Cha Wenbins shadow on the ground. As soon as the lights were turned off, it was not a scene that people with small courage could stay in, especially the "longevity" character on the coffin board, which appeared particularly striking under the flickering candlelight. Some timid individuals had already begun to shrink into the crowd, while the braver ones stretched their heads forward, wanting to take a closer look. Its likely that these brave people will never want to see anything again after tonight; they will be left speechless by what they have seen.

  If the phrase "ghostly and eerie" has never been understood as a description of anywhere, then this ancestral hall is the most suitable place to use it.

  A dead body lay on the door panel, with eye-catching bright red talismans drawn on the ground. A large coffin made of vermilion lacquer was placed there, and the light from the candles and longevity lamps swayed in the gentle breeze. With a Taoist priest sweating profusely and panting heavily, all other sounds had ceased to exist. Everyone held their breath, staring intently at every move inside.

  Cha Wenbin took a short rest, then held the exorcism bell and began to shake it over the old ladys body. He walked along the door frame, changing his pace alternately, with his left hand pinched into a lotus shape and his right hand holding the bell above his head, muttering: "The heavenly masters order, in my name, three souls and seven spirits, leave the body and follow me, the great supreme old lord, urgent like a law..." First, he walked around the left side for three circles, then around the right side for three circles. With a loud shout of "Out!", a gust of wind suddenly passed by, and the four candles were extinguished in unison, leaving only the long sleep lamp under the door frame still struggling, but it was soon swallowed up by darkness, only emitting a faint green glow. Suddenly, the Zhang familys old mansion fell into an infinite abyss, and people outside didnt even dare to breathe, fearing that they would accidentally fart and get possessed by evil spirits.

  People outside cant see inside, they can only wait. Before long, a thread of light suddenly flashed out from inside. People with sharp eyes discovered that the light came from the long-sleeping lamp under the coffin, which had never been lit before, and it suddenly turned green, slowly turning blue, and then into a yellow flame. After that, the lamp under the door panel went out completely.

  Zha Wenbin also let out a sigh of relief, allowing the people outside to turn on the lights and come in. Zhang Lao Han had been waiting impatiently and rushed in with a swift step, but before he could even enter, he was stunned by what he saw in front of him.

  There was a trail of footprints on the ground, from the doorstep all the way to the coffin. Zhang Lao Han glanced at Cha Wenbin, then looked at the old lady lying down, and immediately knelt down.

  Why? Because this old lady had bound feet, three-inch golden lotus. The footprint looked very clear and was indeed that of a three-inch golden lotus. Whats strange is that there were no traces of lime on the shoes she wore on her feet. What does this imply?

  Zha Wenbin was also exhausted, a group of people surrounded him, chattering and discussing, all admiring him, He Lao brought in a cup of tea and gestured to Zhang Lao to hand it over, Zha Wenbin took the tea and drank a mouthful, then stood up again.

  He lit the two candles in front of the coffin, and the flames sprang up with a crackle. Then he had someone bring the oil-painted spirit tablet from the door panel to the front of the coffin, telling Old Zhang to offer incense and burn paper for the straw man in the coffin, and then take the body away for cremation early the next morning before leaving the house.

  The next morning, before the cremation, Zhang Lao Han reluctantly lit incense in front of the door where the body was placed. This was strange, no matter how he tried to light it, the incense would just extinguish as soon as it was lit. He changed to another one, but it was still the same, lit and then went out. On the other hand, the incense in front of the coffin on the other side was fine, lit up immediately.

  In the morning, a hearse came to collect the body. The driver loaded the old ladys body as if it were a dead pig, and Zhang Lao Han thought he was disrespecting the deceased, so they started quarreling.

  This hearse is converted from a scrapped bus, and it doesnt have a license plate. Generally, no one stops it, who wants to mess with that unlucky thing? So the driver is usually very arrogant, plus living among dead people for years, their temper is naturally not small, constantly cursing and being unclean.

  Zhang Lao Hans family was already in a gloomy mood due to the death, and on top of that, they were scolded. Suddenly, a group of relatives gathered around, and it seemed like a brawl was about to erupt. He Lao, being an educated person, stepped forward to separate everyone, advising the driver to say fewer words, after all, the family was grieving, so its better to say less.

  The driver was also hot-tempered: "You people here are all a bunch of troublemakers. Last time I went to Gaojiazhuang, just because I took the wrong road at your village entrance and arrived 10 minutes late, they wanted to beat me up. Today I came to your Wangzhuang, you also want to take action. Next time I wont come to this kind of place again." He got into the car and started the engine. He Lao comforted Zhang Lao Han and his group, saying that the dead are more important, lets just tolerate it and forget about it.

  Cha Wenbin stared at the hearse, feeling that something was off, but couldnt quite put his finger on it. The drivers words seemed to remind him of something, and as the car was about to leave, Cha Wenbin shouted: "Wait!"

  The driver stuck his head out of the window and saw that it was a Taoist priest. He asked gruffly, "Whats up?"

  Zha Wenbin didnt get annoyed, and smiled as he asked "You said you were 10 minutes late when you went to Gaojiazhuang last time because you took the wrong road. I dare ask, where did you go?"

  The driver took a drag on his cigarette, flicked his hand and said: "Where did it go? You guys dont even set up road signs in these villages. Last time I drove to your Wangzhuang Village, I didnt realize my mistake until I saw the Wangzhuang Village Committee sign. You rural people are just lazy, cant even put up a road sign?" After finishing speaking, he stepped on the gas and started driving again.

  Watching the hearse disappear into the distance, Cha Wenbin suddenly realized something and pulled He Lao to hurry home. After a simple cleanup, they had Wang Xin drive them to the train station in his tractor, bought tickets and rushed to the provincial capital.

  It was already noon when they arrived at the provincial capital, and the two of them found a noodle shop and ordered some plain noodles to sit down.

  He Lao didnt understand, why did he suddenly run back? Cha Wenbin said: "He Lao, do you have any acquaintances in the provincial transportation department?"

  He Lao said: "This is indeed true. Zhao, the head of Yun Guan Suo, is a friend of Xiao Ers. What does Wen Bin want to do by finding someone at the door?"

  Zha Wenbin nodded and said: "I need a vehicle file, go to visit Director Zhao in the afternoon, can you arrange it, is it okay?"

  He Lao knew that Cha Wenbin was always cautious in doing things, nodded, and the two finished eating, hailed a car and rushed to the Vehicle Management Office.

  Arriving at the Vehicle Management Office, Mr. He easily found Director Zhao and after some small talk, introduced Cha Wenbin. Director Zhao was also a straightforward person and asked Cha Wenbin which car he wanted to inquire about.

  Cha Wenbin said: "A large passenger car with a provincial capital license plate, the license plate is Zhejiang axxxx"

  Director Zhao opened the system and input the license plate number. He frowned and asked, "What do you want to find this car for? This car was involved in a major accident three years ago that resulted in seven deaths and has been forcibly scrapped!"

  "Has it been scrapped?"

  "Yes, its scrapped!"

  Zhaowen Bin nodded and asked: "Then according to regulations, how should this kind of scrapped vehicle be handled?"

  Director Zhao took a sip of tea, looked at Old He again, and stared at Cha Wenbin: "Generally, scrapped vehicles are taken to the disassembly plant for disassembly. Its not ruled out that some people will repair cars in good condition and sell them off at low prices. How did you guys find this car?"

  Cha Wenbin said: "Right, I see this car is now hanging under a funeral home in An County"

  Director Zhao asked, "Are you planning to report it? If its hung in the funeral home, to be honest, Im afraid it wont be easy to deal with. You know they are under the administration of the Civil Affairs Department, and most of them have connections."

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