I had been thrilled when we first dug up the urn.
But when I saw that the whole urn was plastered with yellow talismans, I felt as though we had dug up a land mine.
Containers for ashes generally did not have talismans stuck on them. They were just containers.
But if talismans had been attached, that meant something was wrong with the owner of the ashes: either their spirit refused to leave, or they were seething with resentment.
Covering the entire container in talismans, though-that was a bit much.
Just what the hell was inside...
What terrified me even more was that one of our shovels-I did not know whose-had accidentally struck the urn earlier and cracked it.
"It... it cracked..."
Song Xiaotian stared at me in terror. "Master Chen, what do we do? Should we just run...?"
I took off my shirt and wiped the sweat from my face as I considered what to do with the urn.
The urn was already broken. The talismans on it definitely could not hold down whatever was inside anymore.
Even if we wanted to run now, we might not be able to get away.
And as soon as we ran, whatever was inside would definitely chase us.
"It's fine. I have a way!"
I hurriedly pulled Song Xiaotian and Meng Yifan down to kneel with me. "As the saying goes, you don't hit someone who greets you with a smile. Let's kowtow to the spirit together."
Our foreheads hit the ground with a resounding thump. I had never even kowtowed that loudly to my grandmother during the Qingming Festival.
As we kowtowed, we negotiated with the spirit, explaining that its mother had sent us to bring it back for a reunion. In a roundabout way, we were doing a good deed.