Chapter 017 - Blood Pots in the Mirror

　　Zhu Biao's home in the north end of the village under the old acacia tree, the slope is also three rooms, red lacquer door under the eaves hanging a frame, which is Mao Zedong stood on the Tiananmen Square tower, dressed in grass-green uniforms review of the troops' portraits, the room directly in front of a small green square pond, on both sides of the verdant forest of bamboos. 　　Well, this room is very unlucky ah, Wu Daoming a person standing upside down under the old acacia tree, mind searching. 　　He was personally sent by Meng Zhuqi, director of the Nanshan Town Revolutionary Committee, at dusk, when Zhu Biao was cooking in the stove, see the director of the town's Revolutionary Committee came to see the town, there are some flattered feeling. He to the town arrangement a from guangdong to wuyuan countryside picking the old writer live in his home full of promise, and guarantee in life care and service good. 　　Zhu Biao is a person to live, more than thirty years old still playing bachelor, according to the masses reflect, he devotes himself to the work, not only year after year rated excellent party member, but also five good community members and young raider. It is reasonable to say that such an excellent young man should not worry about finding a date, but he himself said that the Communist Party members should produce first and then live. Director Meng Zhuqi introduced all this to Wu Daoming on his way to Nanshan Village. 　　The red door of this house reflects the square pond, the back of the house is not aligned with the meridian, it should be "blood basin mirror" of the pattern of great evil ah, living in this house, either disabled that is, and cut off the incense and children. 　　Zhu Biao told him that his parents are disabled, died two years ago, the only brother died during the Cultural Revolution armed struggle. 　　As expected, Wu Daoming pondered, he looked up at the old acacia tree, this tree is afraid to have hundreds of years old, gnarled and bone protruding, skin color withered. "Sophora", the ghost of wood, the older the more likely to be attached to something unclean. 　　However, how can this kind of murderous mansion withstand me, Wu Daoming? He smiled slightly. 　　"I heard that your Nanshan has produced five-colored earth eggs in ancient times, does Captain Zhu know about it?" During dinner, Wu Daoming asked tentatively, his eyes like a torch. 　　Zhu Biao was terrified not to know, "Five-colored earth eggs, where is such a strange thing?" 　　Wu Daoming laughed and said, "Just heard about it, you know, anyone who is a writer is very curious." 　　There were instructions from the town to live up to the needs of this Lingnan writer, with actual expenses. Therefore, there was not only wine for dinner, but also a stewed chicken, the big red-furred rooster from Old Ma Tou's house in the village, which was the one that crowed the loudest every morning. 　　Zhu Biao drank a large mouthful of wine, his eyes are red, he mysteriously said to the "big writer": "Wu Lao, you are a university man, do you know, if a pregnant woman suddenly died, the child in the belly also die with it? Or will the child die after a certain period of time?" 　　"Die after some time?" Wu Daoming didn't understand what he meant. 　　"I mean, the child inside the belly will most likely not want to die in the fucking belly before it's born, will he have a grudge?" Zhu Biao explained. 　　"That's natural, at a certain time and under certain circumstances, the baby will be resentful and angry and make something out of it, of course the child must have enough months to do so." Wu Daoming said according to common sense. 　　"How many months?" Zhu Biao asked nervously. 　　"The bigger the grievances, the more grievous it is, and it's most vicious when it's about to be born." Wu Daoming looked at the countryside squad leader in surprise, seeing a hint of fear crossing his eyes. 　　The two men ate in silence, neither of them speaking. 　　Wu Daoming felt that this person's heart has something extremely difficult to speak, buried deep in the heart, should he help him? 　　Between the search, raise his eyes to look at his face, forehead caving in, the left string of bones without horns, nasal bone offense eyebrow, the hall is not life, zygomatic bone fight eyes, heir does not set up, the sound of the sound, this person is a cheap product. Such a person's home will be awards hanging all over the wall, the honor of the body, it is really strange. 　　But on second thought, this kind of person is very good to use, if you can solve his misgivings, will be on their own as immortal, dead for their own drive. In the end, Wu Daoming intention to help him to release the knot in his heart, to be used for himself. 　　Outside the sky is dark, the countryside is not yet connected to the electricity, the farmers' homes lit small vegetable seeds oil lamps, the mountains and forests are dark. 　　"A baby that dies in the womb has an unresolved grudge, and is especially resentful of its biological father." Wu Daoming looked at Zhu Biao's face and first opened his mouth to cast a stone in order to ask a question. 　　Zhu Biao's body trembled slightly, which did not escape Wu Daoming's hawk-like gaze. 　　"Why?" Zhu Biao couldn't wait to swallow half a glass of wine. 　　Wu Daoming smiled slightly and said, "Blame him for failing to protect him and his mother, especially for not doing so when his biological father was capable of doing so." 　　Zhu Biao's face changed color slightly, his brows furrowed, his eyes staring, and his eyes were wet and red. 　　"What will happen to him?" He asked carefully. 　　"Form a ghost child." Wu Daoming replied. 　　"Ghost fetus?" Zhu Biao's body trembled again, and his trembling hand grabbed the wine glass and drank it all in one go. 　　Wu Daoming saw the truth and said, "Everything in this world has a way to break it, if Captain Zhu has any bitterness in his heart, why don't you say it out to hear it, I am quite knowledgeable about the arts and may be able to help you solve the confusion." 　　After a long time, Zhu Biao seems to have finally made up his mind, pressed his palm looking at the table and said, "Okay, please help me, Wu Lao, you are a foreigner, you must keep the secret for me." 　　Wu Daoming smiled without saying anything and listened with his side ears. 　　"I once had a woman, the composition of the origin is very good, in the old society are belong to the bitter and hateful, the human appearance looks is also one of the best in Nanshan Town, but unfortunately, the husband is a waste, below the missing two balls. Later, she was pregnant with my child, the stomach gradually larger, it aroused the suspicion of the husband's family, on her all kinds of abuse and torture, beat her all over the body, broke two legs, but she always said nothing, resolutely do not say whose flesh and blood, and finally can not bear it, hanged to death." Zhu Biao said, his clenched fists bruised. 　　"Outrageous! Isn't this husband's family a straw man?" Wu Daoming couldn't help but be indignant even after hearing this. 　　"Exactly, but there was no one in her mother's family, so poor her, she was hastily buried in a mass grave like this, not even given a coffin to use." Zhu Biao's face turned red. 　　"But why didn't you step up?" Wu Daoming said contemptuously. 　　Zhu Biao buried his head on the table and whimpered. 　　"Is the husband's family very powerful?" Wu Daoming asked him. 　　Zhu Biao nodded his head and let out a long sigh. 　　What a bitch, Wu Daoming cursed in his heart and said with his mouth, "How old was the fetus in the womb when that woman died?" 　　"Eight or nine months." Zhu Biao whimpered. 　　"Well, so it has already formed a ghost fetus, he will keep looking for a host substitute until Chichi disperses his yin yuan." Wu Daoming analyzed. 　　"Are you saying that this child will get into the body, maybe he's not dead yet?" Zhu Biao rounded his eyes and stared at Wu Daoming as he asked. 　　"It's possible, but he must meet a suitable host within forty-nine days." Wu Daoming told him. 　　"What is a host?" Zhu Biao asked carefully. 　　"A pregnant woman." Wu Daoming replied. 　　Zhu Biao suddenly fell silent, seemingly remembering something ...... 　　"What's the woman's name?" Wu Daoming asked. 　　"Shen Caiflower." Zhu Biao mumbled. 　　It was night, and the cold waning moon hung quietly in the sky. 　　Zhu Biao led Wu Daoming to the deserted graveyard, the moon was like water, the mountains and fields were cool. Pushing aside the weeds, in front of the lonely mound of Shen cauliflower, a black crow squatting on the grave, silently watching the two late-night intruders. 　　Wu Daoming looked around and was secretly surprised. This is a place of great evil! 　　However, he felt a cloudy wind, and quietly listened as if there was a hint of a mournful voice like a sob coming with the wind, unceasingly. West of that upturned hill jagged, above the grass, bare in the moonlight, a good "white tiger with a corpse" ah! 　　Wu Daoming lowered his head and gazed at the stone piece with the words "Shen Caihua" written on it, nodded and said: "Shen Caihua's grievance is difficult to resolve, and then into this evil place, really unfortunate ah! Gas travels underground, things are born on the ground, this grave green grass, unlike the surrounding plants, it seems that her grievances have gradually subsided, could it be that the fetus in her belly has been reborn? The 'white tiger holding a corpse' is bound to not be far away." 　　"Elder Wu, how is it?" Zhu Biao asked gently. 　　Wu Daoming smiled faintly and said, "The ghost fetus has already dispatched people, do you still want to find his whereabouts?" 　　Upon hearing this, Zhu Biao fell to his knees with a thud and said, "Wu Lao, please point out a clear path to find the whereabouts of my flesh and blood with Caiflower, I am willing to work as a cow or a horse for you." 　　Wu Daoming nodded slightly, said faintly, "Get up, this is a deserted mountain, if a pregnant woman passes by is also home in the neighborhood, you can visit nearby, whoever pregnant woman has given birth within forty-nine days, it must be your child undoubtedly." 　　"Then I can recognize each other with him?" Zhu Biao asked uneasily. 　　"When something that goes against common sense happens, it is a mutual recognition." Wu Daoming said. 　　"Elder Wu, do you know if my child is a boy or a girl?" Zhu Biao followed up with another question. 　　"Son." Wu Daoming replied.