The paper-made City of the Dead was at least two meters tall and very thick. The paper was painted a bluish-gray color, making it look almost identical to a real city wall. Luo Tianbao pointed at the battlements and said, "Today, I'll open your eyes to the greatest skill of our Third Uncle."

"Second brother, Third Uncle must be a god-like figure. What kind of abilities does he have?" Chu Sen said with admiration in his eyes.

"Uncle San's specialty is bamboo removal. He's the best in the entire earthwork industry."

"What is the purpose of picking bamboo?" I asked.

"It's a form of necromancy. For this kind of infant spirit that's been haunting people for over a decade after death, you have to use bamboo to summon it back, otherwise it's completely useless."

"I have to take a closer look. I've only seen it on TV since I was a child, but I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes this time." Chu Sen almost cried with excitement.

Of course, I was also full of expectations. After all, this practice was not something that could be seen casually, and what I was doing this time was a ** thing.

At first, I didn’t understand the difference between the size of a ritual . After Luo Tianbao’s explanation, I realized that it is actually very simple to distinguish the size of a ritual. A ritual with 1-3 people is small, and a ritual with more than three people is large.

This ritual involved seven people and could be considered a top-level ritual. This shows that it is not an easy task to summon Luo Jingfeng's soul.

What we have to do is not just a ritual to call back the soul, the grave of You Qing's mother must also be renovated. The old patriarch helped a lot in this matter. He coordinated the relationships between the various branches of the family, and finally everyone agreed to bury You Qing's mother in the ancestral tomb.

What was said before, "women who died in childbirth cannot be buried in the ancestral tomb," was just an excuse.

So at night, the area around the You family's ancestral tomb was brightly lit. Uncle San had people light a circle of candles around the "Wrongful Death City and Naihe Bridge ". Soul flags were fluttering around, and soul-calling banners were visible when one looked up. In the Wrongful Death City, there were all kinds of paper ghosts , such as starving ghosts ,There are more than thirty ghosts of different sizes, including hanged ghosts

Because these little ghosts were so lifelike, many children in the village were scared and hugged their mothers and cried loudly, while Uncle San and his seven companions put on robes with silver and gold threads and began to perform necromancy.

Under the "stare of ferocious evil spirits " on the city wall , seven people held magic tools and began to chant spells loudly at the "City of Unjust Death", while walking in a strange Yu-step manner.

Uncle San held talismans in his hands and pasted pieces of yellow paper printed with cinnabar on the "wall". They were the four talismans of "Rebirth, Auspicious Star, Exorcism of Evil, and Heavenly Blessing". After pasting them on, Uncle San raised his hands above his head and shook them continuously, shouting loudly like a madman.

My aunt shook the sleeve of her robe and took out a baby statue. The statue was dark brown in color and shimmered with a layer of lustrous oil in the candlelight.

Luo Tianbao said, "This is Luo Jingfeng's Dharma body, carved from a beehive. Luo Jingfeng has been lingering in the human world for eighteen years and has already gained magical powers and a stable mind. Therefore, her Dharma body must be made of special materials. Paper figurines and scarecrows won't fool Luo Jingfeng."

"What's the difference between honeycomb and other materials?" I asked.

"It should be a wasp hive to be precise. Wasps feed on their own kind and are naturally ferocious and highly venomous. The place where this kind of life is bred is naturally a place of Yin and Sha. Luo Jingfeng died before she was born, and her resentment is overwhelming. In our industry, we call them Yin and Sha spirits . Since the two have the same attributes, they are naturally easily attracted to each other."

"I understand. To put it bluntly, people sleep in the same bed as they do, just to make sure they're attracted to each other," I added.

"That's right, that's it." Luo Tianbao said with a smile.

Just as he said this, he heard three gong sounds. Luo Tianbao quickly waved his hand at us and said, "Don't say anything. It's time to start the bamboo shoot."

I saw my third uncle, who had been "wandering around the city", holding up the baby statue carved from a honeycomb with one hand, and after striding into the City of the Dead, he actually stepped onto the paper-pasted steps . This shows how exquisite my second grandfather 's craftsmanship is.

They climbed all the way to the highest battlement without any obstruction. Uncle San's entire upper body was above the battlement, so every movement could be seen clearly. He raised his left hand and faced the "Falling Phoenix" in his palm. He said in a strange tone: "Thirteen, thirty-one, my eyes do not see the mud in the mountains, the fragrance of jade sandalwood flowers fills me. I originally wanted to follow the way to heaven, but who knew the world is so strange."

Then he placed the statue on the parapet, raised the soul-calling banner inserted on it and shook it left and right, saying: "My dear who has gone away, please come back. Why make your parents worry about you and your sisters miss you? Life is nothing but an empty space. If you cling to it, you won't distinguish between life and death." Then his head suddenly shook violently. If I were to shake with this kind of force and frequency for a while, I would definitely not be able to bear it. But Uncle San seemed to feel nothing and just stood on the paper parapet and shook for a long time.

Just when I thought he was possessed by a ghost, I clearly saw a purple bamboo gradually rising behind him. The bamboo swayed left and right in the rhythm of Uncle San's head shaking, and it was clearly visible under the candlelight.

It seemed like no one was going up with him. Could it be that there was someone behind Uncle San who was holding the bamboo for him? Curious, I tried to look to his side, hoping to see the hidden secret behind Uncle San.

Luo Tianbao said, "Don't look blindly. Uncle San has no one behind him except a piece of bamboo to support him."

"But how did the bamboo rise up? This is definitely not a magic trick?" Chu Sen said in surprise as he looked at the bamboo hanging in the air and shaking continuously.

"Of course it's not magic. This is just bamboo. I've carefully observed the bamboo Uncle San uses countless times. It's just an ordinary bamboo."

Before he finished speaking, the whole bamboo had completely passed through Uncle San's body and was still rising. Uncle San then raised his right hand and aimed it at the purple bamboo. The purple bamboo slowly descended along his palm. When the bamboo was completely lower than his body, Uncle San turned his hand and faced the tip of the purple bamboo with his palm. The bamboo actually spun rapidly under his palm.

The bamboo, completely suspended in the air, rotated very fast in the absence of gravity. There was a small hole drilled on the top of the bamboo pole. As the rotation brought in air, the pole made a whistle-like sound. The faster it rotated, the louder the sound became. Later, the sound was almost piercing. Although we were standing far away, we still felt uncomfortable in our ears. However, Uncle San seemed not to hear it and just closed his eyes and did not move.

"This is called the sound of bamboo. Even the souls at the ends of the earth can be called back by this sound." Luo Tianbao said.

"When will this bamboo-raising ceremony be considered over?" I asked.

"Since it's a necromancy, it's naturally about calling back the soul."

Chu Sen smacked his lips and said, "Old Yu, if I hadn't seen you, I wouldn't have believed this was true. Your relatives are really talented."

Luo Tianbao couldn't help but laugh and said, "Our Han people have a long history of funeral culture. Bamboo is just one of them. There are many other methods. You think it's amazing at first glance, but I don't feel anything after seeing it every day."

"Second brother, you must have many extraordinary skills. Please show them to me someday." Chu Sen said with an envious smile.

"I'm not being modest with you. What I know is just the basics. Anything more complicated is beyond my reach."

"You must be being modest. Everyone in the family has skills. You can learn even if you just watch." Chu Sen said.

"Oh, let's not talk about this anymore. Third Uncle's bamboo planting is almost done." Luo Tianbao's expression became a little stiff, as if Chu Sen's words had touched his sore spot.

Could it be that my second brother has no status in the family, so he can't learn many skills?

I was daydreaming, but I heard the sharp whistle in the air gradually weakening, and the rotation of the purple bamboo became slower and slower. Then, Third Uncle grabbed the purple bamboo in his hand and inserted it steadily behind him. At the same time, the six people who chanted the Yu Bu spell under the Wrongful Death City sat cross-legged on the left side of the altar. Third Uncle held the Dharma body of Luo Jingfeng in his arms and slowly came down from the paper parapet and placed the statue on the altar. Then he lit three tribute incense sticks and inserted them in front of the Dharma body and sat cross-legged in front of the altar.

The seven people fell silent and the surroundings fell into silence. Although there were many villagers watching, no one spoke. The children were sent home by their adults and were not allowed to go out. But soon, the barking of dogs was heard everywhere in the village. These animals who were born with the ability to see ghosts and gossips seemed to have seen something.

I glanced around and saw that everyone's eyes were focused on the seven people in the field. However, as someone let out a slight exclamation, two streams of dark red liquid actually flowed out of the black eye sockets of the baby statue.