Chapter 5 Scared Silly

  Of course, I couldn't care about that at this moment, all I knew was that for the sake of my own life, I couldn't let go. So even though I didn't want to be so intimate with the old lady, face to face like that, I still endured it. After all, I had been scared out of my wits and didn't know what fear tasted like anymore. In my heart, there was only one thought: to hold down the old lady's hand, not letting her turn over, or else we would be dead for sure. I knew how strong the old lady was; the key thing is that a corpse doesn't feel fatigue.

  But things didn't go as well as I thought, just as I was desperately holding down the old lady's hand, I saw a hint of mockery flashing in her eyes, and suddenly, her already open mouth opened even wider. I didn't have time to react, and before I knew it, the old lady spat out a mouthful of white air onto my face. I felt like my whole body had fallen into an ice cellar, shivering all over, as a chill ran from head to toe in an instant, leaving me frozen in place.

  I only felt cold, and then I had no sensation at all. At that moment, I really thought I was going to die. Then a great force flipped me out, and I saw in mid-air that the old lady's hand had already been raised. I was thrown out by the old lady, and my whole body crashed into the mourning hall, tearing out a big hole. Finally, I fell heavily to the ground, feeling no pain at all, just cold, my whole body frozen like an egg.

  The sudden change left everyone in the room stunned, and they all looked towards the coffin together. It wasn't until they saw the arm that had already been lifted that they realized what was happening. Of course, they also knew that we three weren't perverts. The fat woman even swallowed back her curse, opening wide a pair of fearful eyes and gaping a huge mouth. She was trembling all over as she stared at the arm. No one would think that the old lady had come back to life - no matter how stupid you were, you wouldn't be stupid enough to think that someone could come back to life after their brain had been smashed in. So if it wasn't a resurrection, then it could only be the legendary "revenant".

  Upon hearing the noise, Er Da Ye, who had just caught his breath, turned his head to look back, and his face suddenly changed color. He silently cursed "damn it" in his heart, and didn't care about the dispute with the fat woman anymore. Whether he was a hooligan or someone without dignity, nothing mattered now. What mattered was that Lao Tai Tai was going to wake up. Er Da Ye quickly scrambled to his feet and rushed towards the coffin.

  I should really thank Pangozi for his over 200-pound body, but more so for his fearless spirit. As he watched me being thrown out and saw the old lady's hand raised, Pangozi suddenly let out a loud roar at that moment. His body, which was about to slide down, stopped abruptly, and his hands swiftly grasped the old lady's arm, using all his might to push it back down. He then pinned her down on the bed with both hands, preventing her from getting up. Despite the old lady trying several times to use one hand to prop herself up and throw Pangozi off, causing the bed to shake violently, she was unable to budge him.

  Just as the old lady was about to struggle up, the fat dog was still lying on her body, wailing constantly. Next to him, Zhu Zi Ge was shaking all over his body, but he firmly pressed down on that arm and didn't let go. It's estimated that the two of them wouldn't last much longer. At this time, Er Da Ye took three steps in two strides and rushed to the front of the coffin bed, stretched out his hand and slapped it on the old lady's forehead, accurately speaking, it was on her Yintang acupoint. The old lady's head received a heavy blow, and she suddenly fell back onto the coffin bed. At this moment, Er Da Ye opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered all over the old lady's head and face. Only the sound of the old lady's wail could be heard, and then there was no more movement.

  Later, I asked Second Master, and he said that the blood on the tip of the tongue is called "True Dragon Birth" or "Yang Birth", which is the place where the yang energy and blood energy are most prosperous in the human body. The more it is a child's body, the more prosperous it is. And these dirty things are all condensed by the blowing of yin energy, so once they are sprayed with Yang Birth, the yin and yang collide, and can make the dirty things disappear for a while. This is the principle of yin and yang mutual restraint in the five elements and eight trigrams. At that time, I listened to it and blamed Second Master, "Why didn't you use this trick earlier? You let me lose half my life!" However, Second Master told me that Yang Birth cannot be used lightly, because once the tongue tip is bitten open, the yang energy will also be broken, and there will be no effect again. At least it needs to wait for a long time before using it again. Moreover, once the yang energy is broken, it will actually make it easier to attract dirty things.

  The old lady stopped moving, lying still on the ground. The fat dog and the pillar next to her seemed at a loss, not knowing whether they should get up or not. One of them panted heavily while looking at Second Master Liu and trembled with fear, saying: "Old Uncle Liu, what should we do?"

  No one wants to lie on a dead body, let alone a dead body that is about to come back to life. Of course, there's no other choice now, after all, one's life is important. Second Master glanced at Fat Dog and coughed twice: "You guys bear with it for now, this thing won't last much longer, who knows when it'll start causing trouble again."

  As soon as the voice fell, Second Master walked towards me with a worried face. Earlier, things were urgent and he didn't have time to care about me, but now he was very concerned about me. However, this bout of turmoil had already exhausted Second Master's energy, after all, he was old. After catching his breath, Second Master panted heavily, his face tired, and dragged his heavy footsteps to my side. He looked at me once, then his expression changed.

  At this time, I was covered in a pale gray complexion, my whole body was cold, and I curled up into a ball on the ground, hugging my chest with both hands. My upper and lower teeth were chattering non-stop, and my body was shaking all over. According to Second Master's experience, he knew that this was yin energy entering the body. This kind of thing actually happens quite often, but not as severe as mine. Many elderly people at home don't understand these things, and when young people lift them up, they will accidentally spit out a mouthful of yin energy. Mild cases only feel very cold, while severe cases can lead to serious illness. The symptoms are similar to those of a common cold or fever, and after enduring the yin energy for a few days, it will dissipate on its own. However, this situation is often misunderstood by people as being unfilial and suffering from retribution. In reality, it's just that ordinary people don't understand these things.

  The Second Master had been dealing with the dead since he was a child, so he was naturally familiar with these things. Seeing me like this, his face changed and he hastily turned around to call out to the Yang family members who were still standing there stupidly: "Qichong, quickly go to the front yard to fetch a bag of salt, and on your way back bring me a pot of boiling water."

  At this time, Yang Qizhong, who was scared by his own wife, could still hear the words of the second master, but he was pale, with his mouth open and staring at the coffin, his mind had already gone blank. This made the second master angry, took off his shoes and threw them far away, as it happened, the second master's aim was still unquestionable, this smelly shoe stuck to Yang Qizhong's face, which actually woke him up, hearing the second master's shouting, he responded stupidly and ran to the front yard like a rabbit.

  As he went out, Yang Qizhong ran into his father Yang Ersheng. At this time, neither of them had the energy to care about each other. With a flash of their bodies, Yang Qizhong rushed out, while Yang Ersheng rushed in, holding a bundle of nylon rope used for bundling grass on the big shed. In just a few steps, he rushed to the side of Second Master and still couldn't help but stutter, shaking as he said: "Uncle, r-rope..."

  Second Master nodded and visibly let out a sigh of relief, gently patting my shoulder: "Haizi, bear with it for a bit longer, I'll come back later to help you dispel the yin energy."

  As soon as the voice fell, he stood up and led Yang Ersheng to the side of the coffin, then one on the left and one on the right, beckoning Yang Ersheng to tie the old lady to the coffin with a rope. Zhuangzi also hurried to help, and in the blink of an eye, they had tied the old lady up like a rice dumpling, leaving only the place where Pang Dogzi was pressing down. Seeing that Second Master was looking at him, Pang Dogzi couldn't help but ask anxiously: "Uncle, should I continue pressing or get off?"

  "Suit yourself, if you're willing to press down on it, I'll tie you and the old lady together." The second master glared at the fat dog with a bad temper, scaring him off the old lady's body. He helped the second master bind the old lady even tighter, until he returned to my side. The fat dog, Zhu Zi Ge, and Yang Er Sheng were still afraid it wasn't tight enough, so the three of them tied another whole rope around her, watching guardedly from the side.

  After a while, Yang Qizhong stumbled in from outside, holding a bag of salt in one hand and a thermos of boiling water in the other. He rushed to Second Master's side, his teeth still chattering: "Second Master, I've brought the salt and boiling water."

  The second master took over, and let Yang Qizhong go to the side to fetch a cup, poured a cup of boiling water, and then pried open my mouth, pouring a large handful of salt into my mouth, and said in a low voice: "Swallow it quickly and you'll be fine."

  At this moment, the words stuck in my ears were simply heavenly music. Without hesitation, I swallowed the salty mouthful with great difficulty, almost choking to death. However, as I swallowed the salt, a warm and soothing breath rose from my chest, and slowly but surely, my whole body didn't feel so cold anymore. At least I was no longer shivering, and my body slowly relaxed, lying on the ground, weakly gasping for air.

  The Second Master poured me another cup of water, and I finally escaped from that bone-chilling cold. Later, I asked the Second Master why this salt could dispel yin energy. The Second Master said that salt is the essence of heaven and earth, with the most abundant yang energy. So, after eating a large handful of salt, it naturally diluted the yin energy. Although it's impossible to digest it all, at least there won't be any major harm. I asked if eating more salt several times could completely dispel the yin energy. The Second Master looked at me sideways and said that maybe it would work. It turns out that we eat salt every day, which is actually increasing our body's yang energy. No wonder people have energy after eating salt.

  I was relieved, and Second Master also felt at ease, and he and Yang Qizhong helped me to the chair in the mourning hall. Second Master sat down beside me, looking exhausted, his face darkening as he gazed at Yang Ersheng. He let out a cold snort, then suddenly shouted: "Yang Ersheng, I'm asking you, how did your mother really die?"