Moreover, this so-called mouth-pressing money came with its own taboos. It had to be placed face up, because if it was face down, the little ghost supposedly couldn't pick it up.
Being able to see it but unable to take it—the little ghost's frustration was easy to imagine. In a fit of rage, it might use underhanded tricks to send the deceased's soul into the animal realm. It wasn't impossible.
Mouth-pressing money didn't necessarily mean copper coins, either. Poor families generally used copper coins, but wealthy households usually substituted jade. And to make it easier for the little ghost to take, they often tied a red thread to the mouth-pressing money.
At the thought, Jiang Cheng suddenly noticed the red thread around his neck. It seemed as though everything was slowly connecting.
As the minutes passed, with so few clues to go on, everyone discussed the necessary questions, then hurried to get some rest.
During that time, Li Bai helped the Fatty take off his shoes, cleaned his wound again, and applied a fresh layer of medicinal powder.
The Fatty's ability to heal himself completely upended Li Bai's understanding. In an environment where they couldn't properly sterilize anything, his wound hadn't become inflamed or festered from infection. It had even started to heal.
So this was the physical constitution of a high-level disciple? Li Bai thought of the monster in the black trench coat that had kicked Bai Yu to pieces. Fear still welled up in him, even though that fellow was apparently on their side.
Finally, with only a quarter of an hour left before the third watch, Jiang Cheng stood and nodded to everyone. "Let's go. It's time to move."
Sitting around waiting to die wasn't in their nature. They planned to head to the rear courtyard and