"Dad, this uncle's hands are so cold."
When Su Wan's voice came mixed with the gurgling sound of the medicine pot boiling, Gu Yan was standing in the back hall of the medicine shop holding the yin and yang book.
He raised his eyes and saw his little fool holding up his cinnabar-stained hand, his fingertips poking at the heart of the living soul floating on the beam - it was the delivery boy who had just been hit by a car and was crying for the missed calls on his mobile phone.
"Little, little girl, can you see me?!" Shenghun was so frightened that he floated to the corner of the beam.
Su Wan tilted her head: "Yeah, you smell of bitter almonds, just like Aunt Zhang who had an evil encounter last week." She turned around and dug out the paper money from the medicine cabinet, "My father said you can buy money by burning this. You can take it to Sister Yinsi. Don't hang around here, you will knock over the mugwort I dried."
Gu Yan's hand holding the book paused.
He should have discovered it a long time ago - this little idiot can hear the souls of the dead saying "hungry", can feel out whether the ghost is "liang who just died" or "ice who has complained for ten years", and can even instinctively recite the death curse that even the scribes of the underworld can't remember completely.
Until that fairy tale drama in the entertainment industry caused a stir in the city: when the wire suddenly broke, everyone saw "a hand" pushing the actor's back; on the lighting board of the night scene, five blue-gray fingerprints were clearly printed.
"Daddy, save me!"
Su Wan's scream mixed with the sound of breaking porcelain pierced Gu Yan's ears.
When he rushed into the dressing room, he saw her wrapped in a cocoon of resentment, but still stuffing glutinous rice into her mouth——
