Lin Mancang squatted under the crooked old elm tree, and the blue light from his mobile phone screen made his chin turn blue. Huang Sangu's floral jacket floated like a will-o'-the-wisp in the night wind, and the wound where half of the golden retriever's tail was missing was still covered in ice.
"The first step in scientific exorcism -" He deliberately turned the power of the copycat machine to the maximum, and the melody of "Above the Moon" shook the treetops and made the snow fall rustling down. "Do you know what infrasonic resonance is? Just this sound is enough to collapse the mouse nest in your cave!"
Huang Sangu's mung bean eyes suddenly turned amber. Lin Mancang felt a chill on the back of his neck, and the memory of that autumnal equinox night ten years ago came flooding back. At that time, he was still a dazed young man holding an infusion bottle and peeing in the cornfield. Little did he know that what he was drenching was the soul-drawing flag in front of Huangxiandong Mansion.
"Little brat!" Huang Sangu's high-pitched voice echoed, making his eardrums hurt. "Back then, your little boy's urine burned my aunt's career for thirty years, and now you pretend to be a big-tailed wolf?" The floral coat puffed up in the absence of wind, and a few plum blossom paw prints appeared on the snow out of thin air.
Lin Mancang caught a glimpse of the green lotus tattoo on the tiger's mouth on his left hand starting to get hot. This mark suddenly appeared when I was taking a bath in the town bathhouse last year. The bath master, Old Liu Tou, knocked over the vinegar bucket on the spot - in the Northeast, the green lotus mark is a sign of the awakening of the shaman's bloodline.
Suddenly there was the sound of dragging chains from the old well at the entrance of the village.
"Did you hear that?" Huang Sangu put her paws on his shoulders, as cold as frozen weights, "Widow Wang's black back grew up eating raw meat, and now he's down in the well..."
