"child?"
Lin Jingyu also noticed the problem with the human-shaped belly, but soon frowned again: "When Yingying died, the baby was less than two months old, how could it be so big?"
yes!
Yingying has raised the baby to this size even though he is less than two months old. It can be seen that she really wants the child to grow up and be born.
It's a bit tricky.
After hesitating for a while, Su Chen said, "Yingying, even if you use ghost energy to nourish your child, your child has stopped growing since your death. Even if it grows up now, its limbs are still not fully developed, let alone its facial features. Even if it is born, it will be a monster."
The human figures suddenly dispersed and began to struggle violently again, obviously very dissatisfied with Su Chen's words.
But Su Chen quickly changed the subject: "I have a way."
The human form gradually solidified, and a ghostly voice murmured, "What?"
"My Tianshi Mansion has a method for nurturing spirits. I will transfer your child's soul into a humanoid puppet and gradually dissipate the ghost energy. Once the spirit is nurtured, your child will be able to grow up with the increase of spiritual energy. However, if you choose this method, the child will have to follow me from now on."
The human figures dispersed and condensed, condensed and dispersed.
"Really, can you?"
Su Chen nodded: "I don't have a puppet at hand right now, but I can cut a paper man to ferry your child's soul out."
"Thank you, thank you~"
Su Chen turned his head to look at Lin Jingyu. The latter reacted and rushed back home to get a pair of scissors. Su Chen raised his hand and slashed with the knife, and a palm-sized paper man appeared in front of everyone.
He threw the paper figure into the air, his hands twirling, muttering something, and suddenly shouted, "Get up!"
But the paper man that was originally standing in the air suddenly shook, and his hands and feet began to dance. The face without facial features seemed to have some movements, and facial features appeared faintly.
"Child, my child~" Yingying's ghost voice was filled with surprise and relief. As her voice rang out, the human figure slowly dispersed and disappeared without a trace.
Grandma was startled and turned around anxiously: "Young man, my Yingying..."
Su Chen raised his hand and caught the twisting paper figure, smiling at her: "Grandma, Yingying is fine. My soul-trapping formation is meant to trap vengeful spirits. Now that Yingying's resentment has completely dissipated, she can't be trapped."
Grandma breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, that's..."
When his eyes fell on the paper figure in Su Chen's palm, his eyes lit up again: "Is this my grandson?"
Lin Jingyu answered for Su Chen: "Grandma, it must be."
He looked at the paper man waving his little hands in Su Chen's palm in surprise, but as he danced, his movements gradually became smaller and soon he lay flat like a piece of paper again.
"Is...the child okay?" Grandma asked hurriedly.
"It's okay. The child doesn't have much resentment. He's tired and is resting."
Grandma smiled and nodded: "Oh, that's good, that's good."
Su Chen asked Lin Jingyu to find a piece of locust wood as soon as possible, then turned around and looked at the three stunned people: "What are you standing there for? Hurry and invite the magician back to continue the ritual!"
He doesn't know how to perform funeral rituals.
Zhang Qiang, who was playing the drums, suddenly came to his senses, nodded repeatedly, raised his hand and took out his pager. He just pressed it, but felt something was wrong, and then he heard his junior brother Liu Tao, who was playing the gong, kneel down towards Su Chen with a "thump".
"Master, please accept me as your disciple!"
Liu Tao, you are a bastard who betrays your teacher and ancestors!
Before Zhang Qiang could curse out loud, there was another thud.
Senior Brother Yu Dingqiang also knelt, not even wanting the cymbals anymore, and grabbed Su Chen's thigh and said, "Master, please accept me as your disciple!"
Zhang Qiang: “…”
My senior brother has already knelt, how about I kneel down too?
Su Chen looked at the three people kneeling in unison, raised his legs, and his face was full of black lines.
Fortunately, such scenes have occurred in previous lives.
He decisively raised his hand, flipping his fingers in a mock calculation, and quickly raised an eyebrow: "It's not that I don't want to take you in, but it's God's will that is hard to defy. If I defy Heaven's will, at best I'll damage your fortune, and at worst, my lifespan will be shortened."
When the three heard this, they looked at each other and stood up quickly.
"Master, then, we won't become your disciples. But can we ask you for help if we encounter any problems in the future?"
"Yes, yes, yes. We often help people with their affairs. It's inevitable that we'll encounter... ahem."
Su Chen smiled and nodded: "Okay."
The three of them grinned immediately. Seeing this, Lin Jingyu quietly pulled Su Chen aside and handed him two hundred yuan.
Su Chen didn't refuse and accepted it.
He carefully put the paper figurine into his pocket and smiled at Lin Jingyu: "Brother, where did you buy this yellow paper and cinnabar?"
Su Chen was soon disappointed.
The incense and candle shop that Lin Jingyu brought him to only had cinnabar and yellow paper incense and candles. He couldn't buy anything like cow's tears and other ritual implements.
Old man Zhong, who runs an incense and candle shop, sighed: "There were some in the early years, but it was during the "Four Olds" campaign a few years ago that many masters met with disaster, and the source of these things has also been cut off."
After listening to Lin Jingyu's story about Yingying, he looked at Su Chen carefully and couldn't help laughing: "Okay, okay, you young man actually have this ability, it's really Qing, Qing what is it?"
Lin Jingyu: "The disciple is better than the master."
"Yes, yes, yes, it's still you, Yu, who reads more and speaks better."
In the end, Su Chen bought some yellow paper and cinnabar, and when he got to the street, it was already becoming lively.
Shoe and clothing vendors have started setting up their stalls, and shops along the street have also opened, selling all kinds of cakes and red lanterns.
Su Chen also saw an old man writing Spring Festival couplets on the spot.
Hearing the noise, he turned around and saw Lin Jingyu pushing a small cart out. He stepped forward and helped take the boxes off the cart, spread the oilcloth, and lined up all kinds of picture books.
"Dude, are you still telling fortunes today?"
Su Chen nodded.
"Then wait a minute. I'll get you a chair and a small table."
Lin Jingyu not only moved a chair and table for him, but also went to the old man who wrote Spring Festival couplets to ask for some calligraphy, pasted it on a wooden board, and placed it in front of the table. He then clapped his hands in satisfaction and said, "That's right. If you do business, you have to act like a business. You wrote on newspaper before, and if you didn't look closely, you wouldn't know you were fortune-telling. How conspicuous is that?"
As he was speaking, someone squeezed in.
"Fortune telling? I'm afraid he's a liar, isn't he?"
When Lin Jingyu heard this, he became angry.
Hey, can there not be so much malice between people?
He was about to retort when Lao Liao, who was running the steamed bun stall across the street, rolled his eyes.
"Hey, what nonsense are you talking about, girl? With Ah Yu here, how can there be any scammers in our Chunming Street?"
that is!
Lin Jingyu raised his head and put his hands on his waist. When he turned his head, his eyes widened instantly.
It turned out that the person questioning was a girl who looked to be about twenty years old, with long hair like a waterfall, fair skin, big eyes and red lips.
Beauty!
Sun Feiyan glanced at the man in leather jacket in front of her, and seeing the stubble at the corner of his mouth, she curled her lips in disgust.
Greasy and disgusting.
When her sight fell on Su Chen, her eyes lit up.
But soon, she snorted softly.
He is in his prime and has all his limbs intact, but he still comes out to cheat people out of money.
What's the point of having a pretty face? Your heart is definitely black.
I’ll expose you!