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¡° Sun Deming¡¯s death, if I say that I feel no guilt at all, it would be a lie. I always feel that Sun Deming¡¯s death should have something to do with me.
Zhang Tian also lost his temper because of what I said. He lowered his head and muttered: "Master, I didn't expect that guy to die like this."
"By the way, Master, don't you think there's something wrong with that Huo Si?" Zhang Tian suddenly said to me: "Think about it, Sun Deming was very lively when I was drinking, but as soon as he arrived at her dormitory, he died. Don¡¯t you feel strange?¡±
¡°You¡¯re still talking about this?¡± I rolled my eyes at him.
By the way, it seemed that Zhang Tian didn¡¯t know that I had yin and yang eyes. I said helplessly: ¡°Don¡¯t worry, Huo Si will definitely be fine.¡±
"There is really a problem." Zhang Tian gritted his teeth and said, "Believe me."
Seeing the persistence on Zhang Tian¡¯s face, I could only say: ¡°Okay, let¡¯s wait until the cause of Sun Deming¡¯s death is known. You go to bed early, and I have to go back to rest.¡±
Yawned and felt a little sleepy. After turning around and walking out of Zhang Tian's dormitory, he called Captain Jiang and asked him to release Huang Lei as soon as possible. When Principal Zhang and the others came back, Captain Jiang naturally agreed.
After doing this, I went back to the dormitory and lay down to sleep.
But this dream was not particularly peaceful. I don¡¯t know how to put it. After falling asleep, I always felt that something was on my mind. I woke up several times in the middle of the night. I slept like this over and over again until seven o¡¯clock in the morning. I didn¡¯t want to. I continued to sleep, opened the door, looked at the sun that had just risen outside, lit a cigarette, and took a puff.
Why did I feel so uncomfortable yesterday? I always felt like something was going to happen?
Normally I would not be like this. Is there really something wrong with Huo Si?
But it¡¯s impossible. It¡¯s really a monster. It¡¯s impossible to avoid my yin and yang eyes. I should be overthinking it.
"A sneeze."
Suddenly, the door of the room next to mine opened, and Huang Lei walked out with a sleepy look on his face, a cigarette hanging from his mouth.
"Brother Lei, what time did you come back yesterday? Why are you still not sleeping?" I asked.
"I came back at four o'clock in the morning." Huang Lei walked up to me and said with some embarrassment: "I can't sleep."
"What happened?" I had probably already guessed that it was probably because of Sun Deming's death.
If you were an ordinary person, it would be strange to be able to sleep peacefully after something like this happened.
"I dreamed of Sun Deming when I fell asleep, and he was chatting with me." Huang Lei said awkwardly.
"Dream of Sun Deming?" I became slightly curious: "Isn't this a dream for you?"
When Huang Lei heard this, his face turned pale, as if he was a little scared.
I patted Huang Lei on the back: "I'm scaring you. You said that Huang Lei is dead. Why would you give me a dream? If you have this spare time, you might as well give your parents a dream and look at them, right?"
"Yes, yes." Huang Lei nodded.
Having said that, I still have some other thoughts in my mind. After death, most people will indeed entrust their relatives with dreams and see their relatives in their dreams. This kind of thing should have happened to many people. There is an old man dying in the family. After the death, someone will always dream about the old man in those days, and the dreamer will only think that he is thinking about it day by day and dreaming about it at night. The old man is too sad after his death, so he only sees it in his dream.
"Entrusting dreams to people who are not related to you, or who have some minor conflicts during the day, is definitely not because of any so-called wanting to see the last scene, the only possibility is.
He died unjustly! I want to find someone to help me get revenge.
If Huang Lei only dreamed of Sun Deming during the day, Sun Deming's death had a great impact on him, it would be okay if it was Sun Deming who entrusted him with the dream.
I couldn¡¯t help but fall into deep thought.
"You didn't sleep well, and you dreamed about him?" Huang Lei looked at me and asked.
"No." I shook my head, are you kidding me? If it was really Sun Deming who was entrusting his dream to me, how dare he entrust his dream to me.
There are so many ¡®guys¡¯ under my bed that ordinary lonely ghosts would not dare to approach them at all.
But Huang Lei¡¯s words still reminded me.
¡°Brother Lei, do you have Sun Deming¡¯s birthday and horoscope?¡± I asked.
"What do you want that thing for?" Huang Lei asked.
"Isn't it that Sun Deming's death has something to do with us? I just want to find a temple and take his birth date to help him pray." I said.
When Huang Lei heard this, he nodded and said, "I only know that that guy was born on July 5, 1987. I don't know the rest."
"Well, I'm going back to the house to sleep first." After I said that, I went back to the house, closed the door, and then took out a piece of paper and started calculating Sun Deming's birth date.
"In the year of Dingmao, on the tenth day of the month of Jiawu, the horoscopes are: Dingmao, Bingwu, Yimao, Bingzi." I took Sun Deming's birth date and locked the door.
Then the balcony was blocked with a quilt so that no sunlight could penetrate into the house.
Then I took out a yellow altar decoration cloth from the cabinet and placed it on the ground. Then I took out the small tripod and placed it in the middle.
He picked up a stick of incense, lit it and inserted it into the small cauldron.
Then I put the note with Sun Deming's birth date flat in front of the small tripod, held a bell and pressed it on it, pinched the note and said: "Where can the wandering soul stay? The three souls have descended early, the seven souls are coming, the river In the countryside, in temples and villages, in palaces and prisons, in tombs and mountains, the gates of heaven are open, the gates of earth are open, boys from thousands of miles away are sending their souls, Sun Deming, who has lost his soul, I ask the Supreme Lord to be as urgent as the law orders!"
After I finished reciting, the temperature around me dropped, and then a ethereal and transparent Sun Deming appeared in front of the Taoist Altar.
Sun Deming¡¯s eyes looked confused.
This is normal. In the first seven days after death, the soul is actually in a daze. Only after going to the underworld, and only after the first seven days, does the head wake up. After the first seven days, it is the day of reincarnation in the underworld.
I picked up the bowl of water I had prepared earlier, burned a talisman and threw it in the water, then poured water over it from the bowl.
The water splashed on Sun Deming's soul. He was startled, looked around, and then came back to his senses.
"Who are you? Zhang Xiu?" Sun Deming looked extremely surprised when he saw it was me.
"Sun Deming, did you die unjustly? Or did you suddenly develop a vicious disease?" I asked.
When Sun Deming heard what I said, he frowned and hesitated.
I looked at the incense stick that was burning fast and said, "Hurry up, you have to leave after this incense stick is burned."
"You know Taoism, don't you? Don't let me die, let me live." Sun Deming had a pleading look on his face.
It is easy to let his soul return to his body, but he is still dead.
"You are already dead, so don't miss your life." I said, "You tell me the cause of your death. If someone harmed you, I will avenge you and forget about your wish. How about that?" (Remember? Website address: www.hlnovel.com