My heart trembled even more.
Lao Gong heard his own heartbeat?
Lao Gong is already dead, he can't beat his heart anymore.
Then there is only one reason, his body is nearby?
Even tampered with!？
"Ss... ha..."
"Ss... ha..."
Lao Gong's voice instantly became louder.
But it disappeared in silence in just an instant.
The night pot was empty, Lao Gong's head vanished, and the coldness I felt on my body also disappeared.
The sunlight wasn't as eye-piercing, and the cool feeling also disappeared.
I knew that it was past noon, not the greatest shadow of noon, the ghosts could not appear.
But what did Lao Gong encounter?
Who exactly tampered with his remains?
What exactly is the bad omen for his death?
Looking up, I watched the small hill behind me.
At this moment, Lao Gong's body was nowhere to be seen, but I still had a chance: to find his head. However, it had been ten years since Tang Quan's parents died, and disposing of a head would also take ten years.
Even though few people come to this mountain, can a head from ten years ago still be easily found now?
My inner thoughts were slightly disorganized, but, according to the nine-tailed fox family of funerals, the soul is connected to the body. Lao Gong's ominous sign must be related to his bones.
If I can't find even a trace of it, Lao Gong will be in big trouble.
Finding the head at least gives me a chance to protect Lao Gong.
Pressing down my thoughts, I hurried towards the mountain.
There is no good method, the sky hasn't darkened yet, I can only circle around the mountain path step by step, looking for the head in the area I can see.
This walk took half a day, searching a small hill, I still found nothing.
It grew dark, and Lao Gong emerged his head from the night pot. He said "Ss... ha..." twice, staring at me blankly, and mumbling, "Grandfather... there is a big ominous sign."
"I know," I said, furrowing my brows as I replied to Lao Gong, then asked him another question, whether he knew what the ominous sign portended.
Lao Gong shook his head in confusion.
His answer was what I had expected, so I asked him another question, if he could sense where his body and head had gone.
Resultantly, Lao Gong became even more bewildered. His dry face seemed to tighten, and he stammered, "The heart... is beating again... Do I have a heart?"
"It seems like someone is calling me..."
"Hiss..."
Lao Gong's eyes suddenly bulged out, his face changed from bewilderment to lecherous ambiguity, and a hint of seductive soulfulness.
"Ow... Good, good heart..."
My face changed again. What was wrong with Lao Gong?
The night was extremely dark, and the moon was barely visible among the dense layers of tree shadows. Lao Gong's head tried to lift up, like someone comfortably lifting their head.
"Lao Gong!" My voice became stern, and I called out again.
Lao Gong jolted, as if he had just regained his senses.
"Grandfather... you... are you calling me?" Lao Gong looked blank again.
"Hiss..." Then, his eyes became blank again.
"Heart... Grandfather... I have a heart... good heart... good heart..."
"It's calling me..."
"Good omen... bad omen... good omen... bad omen..."
"Hiss!"
"Big bad omen!" Lao Gong's eyes became extremely terrified and stunned.
But it only lasted a second before he became confused again...
A faint rust suddenly appeared on Lao Gong's night pot, starting with a few rust spots, which quickly turned into spots all over.
Lao Gong's head, which was originally solid, began to fade.
This is not the kind of dimming caused by scattered souls, but as if something invisible had taken away Lao Gong...
My face changed dramatically, and I quickly took out several copper coins and cinnabar string, wrapping them around the night pot!
At this moment, Lao Gong became extremely weak. He didn't speak anymore, just stared at me blankly, his eyes revealing a struggle, reluctance, and a trace of reluctance...
"Seal!" I whispered loudly!
The sealing soul law instantly formed!
However, in the previous instant, Lao Gong dissipated into nothingness...
The red and white night pot was completely covered in rust, turning into dust at my waist and disappearing without a trace...
My pupil went from being tightly contracted to instantly bulging!
I fiercely pressed my hand against my waist, but it was empty. The night pot was indeed gone.
Lao Gong... was indeed gone...
My hair tingled, and I felt a strong sense of emptiness in my heart.
Lao Gong... is not scattered soul and spirit.
He was summoned...
During the day, I would use a clumsy method to keep searching for his head because I was afraid someone would harm Lao Gong.
Souls and spirits are closely related. As long as Lao Gong's head is with his body, it can basically protect his soul.
Even if it means giving up the remaining part of his body and soul, I won't let anything happen to Lao Gong.
But now, the situation has directly turned into the worst possible outcome.
Lao Gong was not only summoned by someone, but I also don't know who the person is or where to find them!
My breathing became extremely heavy, my eyes were burning and hot, and I knew that without a mirror, my eyes were probably red.
Closing my eyes again, I tried my best to calm myself down.
I took out my phone and dialed a call to Tang Quan.
"Master?" The phone connected, and Tang Quan's slightly joyful voice came through.
"Tang uncle, come to the township village quickly!" I said sternly.
A brief moment of silence, and then Tang Quan's tone changed and he said a good.
I hurriedly walked down the mountain.
There's a saying that worry leads to chaos, and since I didn't want many things to involve Tang Quan, I ignored some methods.
Of course, this is also related to the fact that such methods cannot be used during the day.
About ten minutes later, I returned to the door of the Tang family, closed my eyes, and stood still, waiting quietly for Tang Quan to come back while calming myself down.
Another half hour later, Tang Quan's limping figure appeared in my line of sight. When he approached me, his expression was extremely anxious.
He first glanced at Yu Xiao, and then his gaze fell on me. In a low voice, he asked, "Master... why did you come back here? Your face looks a bit bad... What happened?"
"No big deal." I said hoarsely.
Tang Quan sighed in relief and nodded, "No big deal is good... I thought something would have happened..."
"I need to summon your parents' spirits," I said sternly again.
The air instantly became thick and heavy.
Tang Quan's face changed slightly, his body tensed up, and then he shook again...
"Okay... Master, you summon them." shortly after, Tang Quan's expression became resolute, and he answered firmly and decisively.
Actually, for Tang Quan, he followed my parents and worked for the Luo family, never returning home for long periods. Even after his parents died, he could only come back to handle the funeral arrangements.
Tang Quan must have felt a sense of guilt towards his parents.
Summoning spirits will have a significant impact on him, and having to face his guilty parents will be a kind of torment for his heart.
However, Tang Quan is more loyal to the Luo family and even more so to me.
"I'm sorry, Tang uncle," I murmured.
"Master, what are you talking about? If my parents can be of help to you, then it's also helping me, and Qianqian would be happy too."
"They are not reincarnated at the moment, and who knows what kind of problems they might have. I can also know that, right?" Tang Quan forced a smile on his face.
