Zhao Yuzhu's house is an ordinary farmhouse, except for seeing that the house has been uninhabited for a long time, there is nothing abnormal.

I said to the village chief, "Where are Zhao Yuzhu's relatives buried? I want to go and worship so as not to come back in vain." ”

"I have a heart!" the village chief pointed to a few tombs on the hillside not far away, and said, "His family is over there, and it's not early yet, so why don't you stay in the village?" ”

"No, we came by car, and we have to rush back in a while......" When Xiao Qian'er was coaxing the village chief, I had already walked around the courtyard of Zhao Yuzhu's house: "Village chief, didn't you say that Zhao Yuzhu's house has a well? Why didn't I look at where the well was? I want to find saliva to drink." ”

The village chief said: "The well has already been filled, and the villagers helped fill it." ”

In the past, many people were fetching water in his well, but after Nizi and his father got a demonic obstacle, he said that he would not let anyone near his well, and whoever came would fight with whomever he could, and everyone in the village knew that he was crazy, so they didn't have the same knowledge as him. After Niko's father died, someone came to fetch water, and only then did he know that the water in the well had changed its taste. Good well water smells of rotten wood.

The people in the village said that it must have been the person who drilled the well in the first place who broke it and sank a stake in his well. It's called the Dinglong pile, and if the pile is driven down, the atmosphere of this house will be broken, and the days will definitely get worse and worse. It is said that the well is not authentic, and the daughter-in-law of the other family is not left alive. But no one knows what's going on.

Nizi herself said: There is no one to fetch water from the well, and there is no one at home, so it would be bad if any child falls into the well if she is naughty, so she begged the people in the village to help fill in the well. Originally, the villagers just covered the well with stone slabs and buried some soil. Later, one year when Nizi came back by herself, she hired someone to dig the well and refill it again, this time she found someone to fill the well with cement.

As he spoke, the village chief pointed in the direction of the soles of my feet: "The well was under your feet. ”

I subconsciously looked at the ground: "Was this well there from the beginning, or was it dug after Zhao Yuzhu's father had an accident?"

The village chief replied: "At first, it was a small well, that is, it can go down to a water basket! After Nizi and his father had an accident, Lao Zhao didn't know how to think of it, so he found someone to come and dig a deep well. It is said to change the feng shui at home. ”

"So that's the case!" I talked nonsense with the village chief, drove away from Zhaojia Village, parked the car a few miles away, and I and Xiao Qian'er went around in a circle and returned to the back mountain of Zhaojia Village along the mountain road, that is, the place where Zhao Yuzhu and his father were buried.

Xiao Qian'er didn't know what I was going to do: "You deliberately ran back, you didn't want to wait for dark on the mountain, right?"

"I'm going to wait until it's dark. I said in a deep voice: "There is a problem with the well of the old Zhao family, I suspect that the dead people of the old Zhao family are not in the grave, but in the well." In the evening, let's dig up the grave of Lao Zhaotou and take a look. ”

I waited on the mountain until it was dark, then I lit a lantern and dug up the grave of Lao Zhaotou with a sapper shovel. Fortunately, Lao Zhaotou's grave was not buried deeply, and the coffin lid was dug out in a few clicks. A few years earlier, although cremation was officially promoted, there were also cases of clandestine burials in rural areas, and the more remote the place, the more common such things were, and it was not unusual to dig a coffin out of the grave. What is strange is that Lao Zhaotou's coffin lid did not nail the coffin nail, and the coffin lid fell off with a gentle push.

Under the lid of the coffin, there was a wooden board with paint written on it.

Xiao Qian'er read softly: "Passing by the same way, there is a courtesy below." The Zhao family encountered difficulties, and the secret technique returned to heaven. but for incense, not iniquity. Don't say anything about a gentleman, be deeply grateful. What does this mean?"

I said in a deep voice: "Old Zhao Tou is indeed a warlock. What he meant was that in order to preserve the Zhao family's incense, he used some kind of secret method. He was just for the incense, not to hurt anyone, and invited his peers to pass by, raise his noble hand and don't break his tricks. Damn, you're still fooling people until you die. ”

If the other party's secret method really didn't hurt people, he didn't need to write such a thing at all.

People are divided into good and evil, and art is divided into good and evil.

Whether it is a harmful evil art, a real warlock can see at a glance, and he still needs to do it.

"Little Qian'er back off!" I took Xiao Qian'er out five meters, took out a snowy sky, and raised my hand to hit the coffin. The vertically rotating hidden weapon, like a chainsaw attached to the coffin, immediately fell half an inch into the plank, and the silk ribbon sawed a half-foot-long gap in the plank.

The plank shook slightly, and suddenly there was a sound of arrows hitting the plank in the coffin, and only a moment later, more than a dozen arrows with barbs pierced through the plank and collapsed into the air. The strength of the mechanism inside the coffin can be seen.

I waited until the arrows in the coffin stopped, and then I cautiously approached the coffin and lifted off the wooden planks covering it with a sapper shovel. But he saw a pair of fish bones lying in the coffin.

The large fish that took up most of the coffin was placed in a metal tank, and if I'm not mistaken, the fish should have survived in the coffin for a while at first, and then died slowly when the tank dried up.

Where is the body of Old Zhao Tou?

I circled around the coffin twice and didn't see the reason, so I took out my mobile phone and sent a photo to "Yiyu Tianqing": "Beauty, help me see what this thing is?"

One sentence Tianqing: "The consultation fee is three thousand." No credit. ”

"It's a ...... to drop the money" I gritted my teeth and turned three thousand yuan over, and only replied in a word: "If I'm not mistaken, it's a kind of feng shui magic called the Nine Dragons Life Renewal Coffin." ”

"According to legend, in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, there was a feng shui master who once changed the legendary 'Nine Dragons Coffin Carrying Bureau' and replaced the feng shui dragon with a real dragon. Later, the Kowloon Coffin Carrying Bureau evolved several coffin-carrying techniques. The exact content of the coffin-carrying magic is unknown, but one thing is certain: every magic requires someone to die in blood. The process of administering the spell is also extremely complicated, and even the caster himself has to pay a certain price. However, once the magic is successful, the caster will also achieve benefits that ordinary people do not expect. ”

"After the consultation, if you have any other questions, please pay another 3,000 yuan for the consultation. ”

"Vampire!" I endured my distress and transferred the money again: "What happened to that feng shui master?

Tianqing continued to reply: "That feng shui master who claimed to be a dragon spirit Taoist finally died under his own feng shui secret technique. The feng shui world has not left relevant records, but some people have said that the common name of the Long Ling Dao people is Zhao. ”

"After the consultation, if you have any other questions, please pay another 3,000 yuan for the consultation. ”

I couldn't help but say, "Are you a landlord?"

Tianqing quickly responded: "In view of the employer's impolite behavior, before the next consultation, pay an apology fee of 5,000 yuan." ”

"You are ruthless!" I originally planned to tell the rumors of the Zhao family to a word about Tianqing, but I really felt sorry for the 8,000 yuan, so I simply turned off the phone: "Let's ...... first"

Before I could say what I was going to do, I saw the lights in the Zhao family's house.

"Go down and see! You're following me. I greeted Xiao Qian'er and quietly approached the Zhao family's old house.

There was only one oil lamp lit in the old house, but not a single figure appeared in the whole house.

I vaguely felt that the person who lit the lamp should be hiding under the edge of the kang, with his back to the window, waiting for me to appear.

I stood still outside, and the other party didn't react at all. It seems that they are deliberately trying to test their patience with me to see who can last longer.

I was staring at the entrance of the house when a figure suddenly appeared in the front window of the house, looking at me through the window.

Small money!

My first reaction was: When did Xiao Qian'er go around to the front yard? Didn't I let her follow me?

Before I could react, I saw Xiao Qian'er on the other side show a frightened expression and pointed behind me with his hand. In the blink of an eye, I felt someone behind me take two steps forward, and something as cold as the muzzle of a gun was pressed against my head.

I'm not a little money behind me!

Even if you know each other well, you won't joke with you with a loaded gun, and if the gun goes off, I will be beaten on the spot, unless Xiao Qian'er wants to kill me, otherwise, she won't put a gun to my head.

Between the tension of my body, I quietly hooked my toes, and the life-killing nail hidden in my shoe was ready to go, when I suddenly heard the movement of Xiao Qian'er behind me: "Who is that opposite?"

The figure behind me fell, and I saw that the other party's little money suddenly took a step back, and pointed at me with a gun in both hands, but her muzzle was clearly pointing at my head.

The moment I made eye contact with the little money in front of me, I found that the hair of the little money in the house blocked half of her face, and the eyes aimed at the crosshair also floated a layer of death.

The person on the other side is fake?

But why did the little money behind me put a gun to my head?

My head was a mess.

I was sure I could kill one of the targets before anyone could shoot, but I couldn't figure out which of them was real or fake, and if I made the mistake, my head would be lifted open by a flying bullet.

A series of thoughts flashed through my mind.

The little money in front of him has hooked his fingers.

I also heard the sound of the trigger sliding slowly behind me.

In the mortal game, I have no choice.

However, if I don't move, it's a dead end.

One in front and one behind, the triggers in the hands of the two little money children were quickly tightened, and the neutrons and bullets of the guns were already close to the edge of firing.

In a moment, I suddenly reached back and grabbed the wrist of the person behind me, and dragged her palm from my ear to the front of me, and the other party's arm slid out of my cheek half a foot away, and the hand gun she was holding was also fired, and the moment the muzzle spewed out tongues of fire through the glass, my heart suddenly cooled half.

I chose the wrong person.