Chapter 22: Soul Uncle Jiu and Ximin also trotted over from the side room. Uncle Jiu took Uncle Zhang's pulse, and then withdrew his hand after a few minutes. He said in fear, "Uncle Zhang's heart pulse has been cut off. For a moment everyone looked at each other. Ximin came over after hearing the sound. He touched Uncle Zhang's nose and throat with his hands, put his ear close to Uncle Zhang's chest and listened for a while, then ordered everyone to lay him flat on the board and began to press his chest frantically. "Master Min, you must save him. Lao Zhang left the village with me. I must take him home, otherwise I will be finished." The worker Wang Damazi was about to cry. Uncle Jiu said angrily, "Don't cry, I haven't cried yet. I brought all of you up, and I can't let any of you go." Uncle Jiu came to my mother's side and whispered, "My niece, Zhenzhu, let me ask you, where are the clothes that Tian'er had blood from his nose stained with yesterday?" Mother was puzzled and asked, "You washed it? Why?" Uncle Jiu sighed and slapped his head, saying, "No wonder something happened. The blood entering the ground is exactly what the soul wants." "Uncle Jiu, what do you mean?" Mother looked at Uncle Jiu, angry and helpless.
Uncle Jiu scratched his head awkwardly: "Nothing, nothing, niece-in-law." At this time, the workers also rushed over and talked a lot. Ximin stopped what he was doing and rolled his eyes, saying, "Uncle Jiu, please don't be so mysterious. Uncle Zhang must have been struck by lightning. There are many electric poles near the toilet, so this is entirely possible." Uncle Jiu didn't say anything, just stared at Ximin blankly. Ximin wanted to laugh: "Whether you believe it or not, this old Uncle Zhang can definitely be saved." After he finished speaking, Uncle Zhang coughed violently and sat up suddenly. No, he sat up stiffly. Before anyone could react, Lao Zhang fell straight down on the wooden board, lifeless. Now, everyone was at a loss. Especially Ximin, whose face changed instantly. He immediately lifted Lao Zhang's chin slightly, put his ear close to him and listened quietly. Then he tore off a piece of his clothes and put it on Lao Zhang's mouth, blowing air into his mouth... "Master Min, this..." Everyone was moved by Ximin's way of saving people. Wang Mazi was so excited that he kept praying: "Merciful Bodhisattva, you must have sent my Master Min to save Lao Zhang. Who is Master Min? He is a great western medicine doctor who has been abroad." More than ten minutes passed, and Ximin was already sweating profusely. When he felt Lao Zhang's breath again, he couldn't help but sit down on the ground. "Uncle Jiu, I've tried my best. If it doesn't work, this is the only best option." Ximin shook her head. "You tell me, you tell me, I'll do it now." Wang Damazi nodded continuously like a chicken pecking at rice. Grandpa suddenly stood up, his wrinkled face showing no emotion: "Min'er, you don't have to waste your energy anymore." Wang Damazi's crying stopped in fear, he wiped his tears and said: "Uncle Yang, what do you mean?" Grandpa shook his head and said, "Kids, Shijiawan is in trouble." I stood in the corner, holding the corner of my mother's clothes, and asked in a low voice: "Mom, did Uncle Zhang die because of me too?" Mother shook her head and gently rebuked: "Natural disasters and man-made disasters, who can tell clearly? Don't take everything upon yourself." This night was destined to be extraordinary. Uncle Zhang, who had been laughing and cursing just a moment ago, had already died, and Wang Damazi from the same village was crying beside him. Because Uncle Zhang was from another place and died in a foreign land, he could only set up a simple mourning shed in the yard. Grandpa asked the reason for the disaster several times in front of the spirit shed, and he got the bad omen every time. Grandpa muttered to himself: "Old Zhang is not a sensible person. Everyone has his own destiny. He wants to rebel." At this time, the yard was pitch black. There was no light around the house. Even the surrounding trees were stained black like bacon. Suddenly, an unknown wind blew, and the black trees made strange noises and shook with their fangs and claws, like a huge monster with a big black mouth, wanting to swallow the whole world. I hate the night, but the night makes my brain more flexible, as if I can be closer to my true self.
At this time, I stood at the door and said softly, "Grandpa, Uncle Zhang was caught by the bad woman, and there was nothing he could do." Ximin was sitting there dejectedly, but was awakened by my words. "Girl, don't talk nonsense in the middle of the night." I frowned and said, "Brother Ximin, it's true. Uncle Zhang is right behind you. He wants to hug you and thank you for saving his life." For the first time in his life, Ximin felt so helpless. As a young man who studied Western medicine and grew up abroad, he became more and more a Buddhist. No, he became more and more afraid of ghosts. "Tian'er, ask Old Zhang what he wants." Grandpa held the black bamboo divination in his hand. I quietly looked at the woman standing in the yard, but couldn't figure out where I had seen her before and why she looked so familiar. "Yang Baitian, right? I want you to live a life worse than death. This is just the beginning...hahahaha". She was dressed in red silk and had a graceful figure. She looked like a fairy descending from the earth, but she looked like a demon coming to the world... An idea suddenly flashed in my mind, and I called out, "Ugly girl, Hai Xing'er?" "You, never change." Hai Xing'er's eyes widened with anger, and her red clothes turned into a long rope, sweeping towards me. I was too impatient to dodge and instinctively covered my head with my hands. I heard a cry of "Ah!" and Hai Xing'er pulled the long rope back in mid-air. I saw her standing there blankly, trembling all over, her eyes whirling... Just as I was wondering how this crazy woman suddenly became a normal person, a strange power surged over me. In a blink of an eye, a man appeared in front of me. His face was not like that of an ordinary person, and his dark and deep eyes were bottomless. He was wearing a goose yellow robe with gold edges, like a flawless jade melted into a jade figure. Even if he stood there quietly, he was still graceful and gave people a sense of nobility and elegance. I screamed and took a few steps back. I didn't expect that I, who could sense spirits, didn't know there was someone next to me. I was extremely panicked and could no longer keep calm. I could only swallow nervously and said, "What are you going to do?" The man looked at me blankly, and suddenly a dazzling smile appeared on his extremely handsome face. "Don't come over here. Don't think you're good-looking. I'm just afraid of you." I looked at my grandfather and Uncle Nine in panic, hoping for help. Unfortunately, everyone was around Uncle Zhang at that time and didn’t seem to see me. "Beautiful..." The man's eyelashes trembled slightly, and although his expression remained cold, the corners of his mouth slightly formed a graceful arc, which was fascinating. "You are willing to show up. I have been waiting for you for thousands of years..." Hai Xiner smiled and cried. (End of this chapter)