Chapter 15 The mortician and the ghost of a louse

The mortician and the ghost of a louse Import Yang Hailin The mortician is such a profession: if someone dies in a foreign land, those souls will entrust him with a dream before they go to the Lord of the Underworld to sign up. Please help the mortician to take his body back and show it to his relatives Take one last look. The mortician had such a dream, so he started to go out with a big basket on his back to find the corpse that he wanted to help. The mortician is an old man, he doesn't have enough strength to run around with the corpse on his back. He has a magical spell, as long as he recites the "Corpse Curse", hey, no matter how disobedient the corpse will be, it will stand up with a "huh", and then the mortician will lead the way, and the corpse will follow along .

It was great fun. But the mortician has been out of work for a long time - it's not that he is lazy, he is a very responsible person for his work, but there is nothing he can do without clients. One day, as soon as he fell asleep, a ghost came to his dream. "Hi, nice to meet you." The mortician didn't say polite words, you see, he got up from the bed with his eyes closed, busy serving tea and water enthusiastically. "Oh, I'm really sorry, I have to trouble you this time." The ghost couldn't sit still—he was just a mass of gas-like thing, and his image would be blown away with a little wind. It would take hours to get back together again.

The mortician is an old man who is afraid of heat. In his room, the fan is whirring on now. The ghost disappeared in an instant. The mortician searched around the house, and finally he found a map with two locations marked with red pencils. One is the street park in his city. The other one seems to be a small village in the mountains. Next to it, there is also a flute drawn. "I see," said the mortician excitedly, "this is a folk artist who likes to wander, but unfortunately, he fell ill and died in a street park in our city." Well, I'm going to take his body back to his relatives so they can see each other one last time.

The mortician put his basket on his back and came to the park in the middle of the street. The sun shone warmly on a person sleeping on a chair, and the mortician looked and looked, well, this person is motionless, he must be dead. The mortician chanted a few words of the "Corpse Curse", and now he has enough courage to walk over and pat the corpse lying on the chair. He patted the "corpse": "Hey, brother, let's go." The man sat up abruptly: "Where are you going?" "Go back to your home, after so many years outside, don't you want to go home?"

"But I haven't been home for so many years, and I don't know the way home." The man muttered, "I really want to go back, my parents, my wife and children, I really have to see them. " "Let's go quickly." The mortician patted his butt and carried his basket on his back. He knew that if he sat down again, this person (oh no, this corpse) would thank him endlessly. What I said—I just said it, but I can't figure out my way home. The two walked out of the park in the middle of the street one after the other. "But why don't you just walk away?" The mortician turned around and said to the man.

It's so strange, the walking posture of that person is exactly the same as that of the mortician. He also has splayed feet, and he walks like a duck. "Could it be that you are mocking me by imitating my indecent walking posture?" "Oh, I didn't mean that," the man thought for a while, and said, "Did you make me jump around just now, did you want to scare me?" ——That's how a zombie walks. "I just feel a little weird today, like there's always something wrong - maybe I'm old, maybe I haven't been doing this for a long time."

The mortician is really sad, he finally received this order, so it's better not to make any mistakes. "Oh, okay." Seeing that the exorcist was sad, the man was a little embarrassed, "Just as you said, I'll walk away." When exorcising corpses, morticians generally follow the principle of "sleeping during the day and walking at night, not where there are people and where there are dogs". intimidated. After leaving the park in the middle of the street, they got into a nearby bridge hole. "Have a good sleep," the mortician took out instant noodles and purified water from the basket, and enjoyed them himself.

The man licked his lips, well, his stomach also growled. "Can you share some with me?" "Huh? You want something to eat?" The mortician suddenly felt nervous, "Don't scare me, you are already a corpse now, how can you eat?" "What?" The man jumped up suddenly, "Who said that? Let me tell you, I am a human being!" "Haha, I've chased away corpses for so many years, but I've never said anything like you about a corpse." The corpse hunter thought it was very interesting, but it's normal when you think about it, who would be willing to die already?

"For the sake of taking me home, I won't bother with you, but I'm really hungry, I have to go to the bridge." The man took out the flute from his arms, "I'm going to Play the flute, and kind people will give me something to eat when they hear my flute." "Oh, I'm old and I can't take care of this anymore, but please remember not to scare people, otherwise, I'm going to chant the 'Corpse Curse'." His "Exorcism Curse" is as powerful as Tang Seng's "Tightening Curse". The man played the flute at the bridge for a day, and he got a lot of food.

But at night, the mortician urged him to go on the road. "Would you please let me sleep for a while? I've been working all day and I'm so sleepy." "I can't go during the day, and I refuse to go at night. Do you want to go home?" The mortician refused to talk nonsense with him, so he got out of the bridge hole: "Fortunately, I haven't received your deposit yet, sorry, I quit your work." This time, the man panicked, he got out of the bridge hole all of a sudden: "Okay, okay, I'll go with you." "However, when you eat again, you can share with me."

go and go. Sleep and sleep. go and go. Sleep and sleep. go and go. Sleep and sleep—it’s no good, I have reached a big mountain, and there is no bridge hole. "What should we do, or, let's go to sleep in a big tree? "How about we lie down on the big rock and sleep?" "Sleep on a tree, are you not afraid of falling off? "Sleep on a rock, aren't you afraid of falling asleep?" "You're not afraid, I'm still." The man mumbled his opinion. Oh oh oh, there seems to be a rooster crowing ahead. "There must be someone in front, let's borrow a night." The man said excitedly. "Well, that's fine. But you have to stay in my crate and keep quiet—I'm afraid you'll frighten people." The mortician hesitated, and he began to consider this suggestion. "Well, even though your request is very unreasonable, I still want to accept it - along the way, you have made too many unreasonable demands, and I am used to it." Fortunately, the mortician's basket was big and deep enough, and all his food was in it, so he wouldn't be hungry if he hid it in it. The man got in. The owner of this family is a fierce woman, but she is very polite to the corpse driver and keeps asking this and that. As soon as the corpse driver's basket heard her voice, it began to tremble. "Strange, what's in your basket? A pig?" the hostess asked curiously. "Oh, don't look at it." The corpse driver hurriedly blocked his basket. "It must be a little pig!" said the hostess with an angry face. "It must be the little pig that my family lost yesterday. Well, you stole my pig, so you have the nerve to come and stay overnight!" The hostess kicked over the basket while talking. "Oh, ma'am, it's me." The man rubbed his buttocks and got out. "Oh, it's you, husband, why are you lying in the basket? Do you want to surprise me?" The hostess was so excited that she rubbed her hands together. "I didn't know I was home until I heard your voice," said the man. "But why are you trembling? I thought my lost pig had returned." "This... um... we can talk about it later, okay?" That person was naturally henpecked when he was at home, hehe, he didn't want to admit it in front of the corpse chaser. "Well, you're home, that's good, my task is done, I have to go." The corpse driver picked up the basket and wanted to go out. "Don't go," the man grabbed him. "You said I was a dead man all the way. Alas, my reputation has ruined you. You have to find a way to prove that I am still alive." "I can't prove it." The mortician didn't want to talk to him, so he ran away. The man didn't grab him, and fell to the ground with a bang. A small green bottle rolled out of his pocket. When he was at home, he accidentally caught a lice from his body. He thought it was fun, so he put it in this bottle. After going out for so many years, he kept it as his pet. That is, on the day when he was lying in the park in the middle of the street, the louse died of old age because of his age. It was the ghost of this louse who went to the exorcist and asked him to bring his body back. When the bottle cap was opened, all the lice in his house crawled in, hugging the body of the old lice and crying. "It's touching." That one also whimpered and cried.