vibrating with a loud knocking sound and his face became tense. The old man immediately pulled out two talismans, held them together, recited the spell and placed them directly on the wooden lid. Then he told the homeowner to quickly find a pig slaughter knife. Coincidentally, at this time, the butcher Chinh was also present and immediately rushed home to get the gourd knife and gave it to the teacher.
Master Ton held the knife and danced in a very beautiful dance, just like the martial arts masters performing on television. From time to time, he would swing his hand and slash hard into the space around the coffin, loudly shouting "exit". If you do this more than a dozen times, the coffin will be silent and no longer make a sound. Only then did he plop down on the chair, wipe off his sweat, reach for the bowl of green tea and sip more than half of it.
_ That's it, the demons that have entered this field will have to be fed a few pig launchers to expel them quickly.
When Mr. Thanh heard the old shaman say that, his heart felt somewhat relieved. He bowed before the teacher and said thank you. The teacher waved his hand and said:
_ It's a normal thing, I'll prepare to take her to the fields tomorrow morning. But I see that your daughter has not yet reached the end of her life, so please pray for her, lest something bad happens to this village.
When Mr. Thanh heard what the monk said, he became more worried. He planned to invite another monk tomorrow to pray for Loan's death for a few days and nights to comfort his soul. As for Mrs. Gian, she sat down in front of her daughter's coffin and rolled around, screaming and crying. People had to coax her back into the house.
Time passed and Thi Loan's funeral was arranged by Mr. and Mrs. Thanh, Gian and the villagers with a small grave outside the cemetery at the beginning of the village. Everyone felt sorry for the unfortunate girl, but only the three guys, Tai, Phan, and Pham, felt so relieved when the body was buried three inches into the ground. This means that the hideous secret between them and Loan will forever be buried in the grave.
Last night, Phan was at Loan's funeral just to listen to the situation. When he saw a black cat sitting on a caviar tree, his soul flew into the clouds. When the group of young men started to beat the cat into a commotion, it quickly jumped over the three-legged fence and ran straight home, burying its head in the blanket and shivering. Even now, when I recounted the situation to my two friends, my eggs were still able to make a lot of fire.
_ Let him go, he'll die anyway.
Pham said lazily after listening to his cousin recount what he had seen at Thi Loan's funeral, then gulped down the glass of wine in one gulp. Old Lam dog meat dipped a piece of sausage into a bowl of shrimp paste and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.
_ foul…. Ugh… gulp, the fairy master almost choked…. You guys should stop gossiping about Loan's story. Alcohol gets in your mouth and brings trouble on you.
_ hey hey hey…. You don't need to worry about this. Either way, it's buried under three inches of soil... Ugh... it's all over.
Tai waved his hand and said. For him, everything seems to be over now, in this village from now on there will no longer be a shadow of the beautiful girl who every afternoon carries a basket and passes by so many greedy eyes of the village clan. Then that gruesome death gradually went into oblivion like many stories that had happened in the village, and Tai was certain of one thing: no one could know the main cause of the death of that girl named Loan. caused by him and the two drunk guys in front of him.
People often say that everything we do in this world bears fruit, whether it's sour or sweet depends on what we sow. Maybe the law and people do not or have not yet punished the crimes of these three young men. But the cause and effect is very clear, specifically the first death of this guy named Tai who just bragged.
The story is that the factory had to close after two days while the agency investigated the scene, but now it continues to put into production. Of course, the hallway to check the dye pot has now been welded with a solid iron railing to prevent someone from accidentally slipping and falling down again. But just one night, the batch of dye that had just been changed had to be thrown out again because someone inside continued to jump in and die. That person is not a stranger but Tai, one of the three guys involved in Loan's death.
Because the matter of ensuring labor safety was carefully prepared, everyone thought that no one would stumble and fall into that boiling pot of dyeing water again, so it wasn't until late at night that the body was stewed. It was discovered because one of its severed hands was caught in a piece of cloth. Fear and confusion once again covered this Thuong village when in less than a week two people had to die.
Then people also investigated and concluded that Tai's death was caused by his own will. Or to put it simply, that young man for some reason came to this pot of dye to end his life. When Tai's family heard this conclusion from the authorities, they did not agree much because this guy had never encountered anything so big that he had to leave this world on his own. But with the investigation results presented in a transparent manner, it's difficult not to believe, so in the end Tai's body had to be brought back for burial.
Tai's two close friends, after hearing that their brother had just returned to his ancestors in the same dye pot that they had cruelly thrown Loan into a while ago, were very confused. The strange thing here is that last night Phan and Pham were both present at the dyeing factory on their night shifts. But I don't understand why Tai was able to sneak past the two brothers and immerse themselves in a pot of boiling water until nearly evening this day before they discovered it. Needless to say, the two guys vaguely guessed that this was related to spiritual issues. Loan's ghost has returned to take revenge.
Phan sat in front of the dog meat table and was no longer in the mood to pick any pieces. He just sat there silently for a long time, seemingly thinking about something. Turning to look at Pham, it wasn't any better, he was also placing his chopsticks on his chin, thinking. From the moment they heard the news of Tai's death until now, they didn't even dare to go to the funeral because they were afraid that the next person that the resentful spirit would find would be them. It wasn't until more than ten minutes later that Phan spoke up to break the silence that surrounded them both.
_ Hey, yesterday Tai said he was sick and has been sleeping at home since the afternoon, why...
_ If you put it away, he'll die anyway, now worry about my life and yours, but in this matter I'm sure...
Pham waved his hand to cut off the words. Having said this, he immediately fell silent and his eyes secretly scanned the surroundings. Seeing that there was no one else there except Mr. Lam who was eating dog meat, he leaned in and spoke softly enough for the three of them to hear.
_ But I'm sure Loan's hand was involved in this matter.
_ he's dead..
Old Lam waved his hand to protest, Pham pushed his arm aside in response.
_Then please explain his death. It's clear that yesterday afternoon when I stopped by his house to invite him to work, his teacher had a fever and his mouth was whining like a dog. Yet at night we can go all the way to the dyeing factory to swim in the pot without either of us knowing, if that isn't spirituality then what is it?
Taking a sip of wine, this guy continued:
_ Only the devil can blindside two guys like that at the same time.
Yes, it's true that only the devil, or to be more precise, Loan's demonized soul seeking revenge, can do such a difficult thing. Specifically, yesterday evening when Tai was still lying in bed covered in blankets because the fever had just suddenly come to torment his health. He also didn't understand why the morning man, who was as healthy as a buffalo, suddenly had a cold wind accidentally blow by and suddenly fell ill. But let's not talk about that issue for now, but rather pay attention to the fact that from just now in this guy's ears, the sound of a girl calling her name sounds like it's both far and near. The sound was small and soft at first, then gradually grew louder and clearer as if someone was pouring it straight into his ear. Each word "Mr. Tai, Mr. Tai" truly made Lanh Van Tai sweat because he knew that voice belonged to no one else but Thi Loan.
_ Loan, please forgive me, I didn't mean it... because you're so delicious... well, if I didn't push you down there, we'd be at fault, I didn't expect you to still be alive. Loan, Loan, since you're dead, just forgive us. On the second anniversary of your death, I promise to worship you without missing a day.
In such fear that his face turned purple, this guy could only stammer out the words he had just thought of. Even the words are so jumbled up that sometimes the listener doesn't even understand, let alone talk about ghosts. Although he said it was a simple prayer to make it sound loud, in reality he did not dare to say it out loud, he could only mumble as if he was holding a bead in his mouth for fear that if anyone heard him, his three children's unforgiving acts of heaven and earth would be exposed.
It still trembled, still prayed, but the plaintive complaining did not decrease at all but kept echoing in its ears, every word, every word "Mr. Tai, why did you kill me... why did you kill me" of the resentful soul of the girl named From the sound of the howling wind, Loan steadily tormented Tai, bringing his fear to the extreme. That sound sounded like it wanted to tear apart the eardrums and penetrate into the brain and gouge it out.
Often when people are too afraid of something, the nervous system will activate a fight mode for self-defense purposes. Tai was no exception. After a moment of extreme fear, he clenched his hands, swung his body, threw off the blanket that was still covering him from head to toe, and screamed loudly.
_ your mother...
It seemed that after his decisive action, Tai would have to face the unjust soul of a girl named Loan. But no, at that moment the entire space around it became absolutely silent. If not, you wouldn't even be able to hear the sound of a mosquito chirping, let alone the thought of a complaining soul here.
Looking around and seeing that the room he was in didn't really have anything strange going on, Tai reassured himself and went to the table to pour a full glass of water, intending to put it in his mouth to drink. Suddenly from the ceiling a drop of red liquid fell straight into the glass of water he was holding in his hand. Then two, three, five drops just kept dripping into the glass, turning the water inside into a red color under the yellow light from the wall and Tai's frozen, scared face. On the ceiling, Loan's laughter rang out.