I asked, "At such a young age, she became a murderer, and looking at her thin and small, and very well-behaved, she would kill anyone, anyway, I don't believe it." ”

Jin Hehuan smiled bitterly: "The name of the person she killed is Er Nizi, it is said that the girl was her best friend before, but she died in her hands in the end......"

After saying that, he got up and dragged me up, and pushed me out of the hole, I didn't want to go, so I asked her, "Where are you going to take me?"

"Pickle girl, didn't you already send your phone to that girl just now?

Acacia answered me in my tone.

I snorted coldly: "I don't plan to." ”

Jin Hehuan suddenly remembered something, and he asked me: "By the way, isn't your mobile phone already broken, what's the point of you handing it over to your sister?"

"You don't care what it means, it's just that it has nothing to do with you. ”

I went straight on, and I had to go to the flat ground where I was doing things.

Originally, it stands to reason that I was chased and beaten just now, and I was already scared, but we are the kind of people who will not be frightened, no, I borrowed two tattered clothes from my fellow countryman, dressed up in disguise, and once again mixed into the scene of the spiritualist's practice.

At that scene, the soul hooking lamp and the oil pot bath were performing, and I saw a few spiritualists chanting incantations in words, burning a pot of oil to the point of smoke, and a barefoot girl came out from behind the stage, with an oil lamp on her head, trembling towards the hot oil pot.

I saw that the oil pot was set up on the bonfire, and the hot oil in the pot was roasted under the blazing fire, stirring up a hot wave of air, and the spiritualists used wooden benches to form stairs on the left and right.

With an oil lamp on her head, her bare feet, her trousers rolled up high, and no expression of fear on her face, she walked from left to right, facing the hot oil pan without hesitation.

In the admiration and exclamation of the people, she slowly walked up the stairs and stepped into the oil pot, and as soon as people entered the oil pot, the hot oil in the pot was like a cheerful elf, and danced.

Beads of oil splashed on the girl's body and face, looking like golden pearls in the sun, and the girl stood slim in the hot oil pot, like a quiet fairy, overlooking all beings!

As the girl smiled and swept around the crowd, the spiritualist on the altar began to recite the incantation: "The sky is dry and the earth is cold, Nuwa descends to earth, the oil pot bathes all beings and overlooks, the spiritual lamp is not extinguished to save the suffering, and the soul smoke is happy for all generations...... God Nuwa is above, please be bowed by the disciples!"

As he spoke, he led the spiritualists behind him to bow down to the girl in the oil pot, this worship was really pious and true, and the crowd of onlookers below did not know what to do.

Seeing that the spiritualist worshipped, they also knelt down to worship, just like worshipping the ancestral tablet at home, so pious, I was busy pulling the acacia to kneel down, and followed the crowd to bow down to the girl standing in the oil pot.

Jin Hehuan whispered to me, "I said, big brother, wasn't the girl in the oil pot the girl who took your mobile phone just now?

"In the mouth of the spiritualist, they say what she is, she is what she is, you just have to worship. I whispered a reply to the acacia.

Jin Hehuan was a little unhappy: "A teenage girl, so many people in their seventies and eighties knelt down for her, can she stand it, she will die do you know?"

"The longevity of folding a yarn, the person is Nuwa, who knows Nuwa, the ancient god of mending the sky, the sky can be mended, she is still afraid of folding the life of these rural people, don't talk about laughing forensics. "I'm here to say it seriously.

Hearing my words, Jin Hehuan almost burst out in joy: "Senior, won't you be like these fellows, you have been bewitched by the spiritualist, right?

"Otherwise, can you pull the villagers back from their demagoguery? Shut up and wait and see!"

I reached out and covered Acacia's mouth and pulled her to continue to bow down to the girl.

The sun was about to set in the afternoon, and after the spiritualist closed the stall, the two of us followed a fellow back to the villager's house, rubbed a meal, and the villager arranged a room for us to rest.

Of course, we must not be able to rest quietly, especially me, who is now helping the fellow chopping wood in the yard and inquiring about some things by the way.

I asked the fellow, "Uncle, why are you alone at home, children?"

The fellow took two puffs of dry tobacco pouches, spat out the pungent smoke, and said to me: "My son took his daughter-in-law to work on the coast, and my wife died a few years ago, so I am the only old bone left in the family." ”

Hearing the fellow say this, my heart was a little sad, and I didn't want to poke the heartache of this empty nester, so I changed the topic: "Today's soul conjuringist, is it from your village?"

"No, it was invited by the village. ”

The fellow said while smoking, and I asked deeply: "Why do you want to invite a spiritualist and do the oil pot method when this good and decent is no disaster and no difficulty?"

"Who said that there is no disaster and no difficulty, the village recently lost four or five female babies, and later I heard that after being found, the dead were crazy and crazy, as if they had fallen into an evil spirit, and everyone had no way to invite the spiritualist!" the fellow shook his head and said helplessly.

He continued: "I also contributed a share of the money, old man, because my granddaughter was afraid of losing it, so she was taken by her parents to work, and if nothing happened to her, she should have studied at home." ”

I immediately frowned and asked, "Uncle, why don't you call the police when something like this happens, how can you ask a spiritualist to solve the problem?"

"What the spiritualist can't control, who else can?"

Before I could say my native words, Acacia came out of the house and interrupted my question directly.

I was about to get angry, but Jin Hehuan said: "Look at this kind of place, the mountain is high and the emperor is far away, even if you call the police, will the police be willing to come, they will definitely not want to come, so the only person who can save the village is the spiritualist." ”

Jin Hehuan's words made me so angry that my face turned green, and saying that the police in front of the police was tantamount to breaking ground on Tai Sui's head, my teeth were chattering, and I wanted to beat the guy in front of me who couldn't spit out ivory in his mouth, but when I thought that she was also a policeman, this anger disappeared a lot.

Jin Hehuan suddenly turned around and said to the fellow countryman: "Uncle, can you lend me your phone?" I'll call home and report a message, don't let the old people at home worry. ”

"You little girl has filial piety, yes, of course. ”

Maybe it was because of what Jin Acacia said, and the fellow was so happy that he couldn't keep his mouth shut, and without thinking about it, he gave his old age machine to Jin Hehuan.

"Thank you, uncle. ”

Jin Hehuan took the villager's mobile phone, handed me a look, signaled me to stabilize the villager, quickly dialed a group of numbers in the mobile phone, turned around and went into the house to call.

When I saw the look at Acacia, I thought that Acacia might have some strategy, so even if I was angry again, I could only cooperate with Acacia, who said it was in the same boat?

The phone went out for a while, and as she thought, she answered the phone, and it was a girl's voice: "Hey, how are you?"

"Hello, beauty, remember me?"

"Of course I remember, you're the little brother who gave me the phone and wanted to soak me?"

"Yo, you have a good memory, do you know what I'm calling you for?"

"Hehe, of course it can't be to soak me, and it can't be to get your phone back, tell me little brother, what do you want to do?"

"What's your name?"

Chu Shihan. ”

"Such a poetic girl, why bother to pretend to be a ghost, to be the trust of a spiritualist, to deceive the kind folks, is it very happy?

"I don't think it hurts, because I'm working part-time, and I also rely on my ability to make money, why should my conscience hurt?"

The girl asked rhetorically, this rhetorical question stopped me, yes, other girls are not wrong, is it wrong for a student to work part-time? Why should I stand on the moral high ground to accuse others?

Hearing that I was silent, the girl asked again: "Little brother, the purpose of your call is definitely not just to discipline me, right?"

I sighed: "The girl in the school uniform is here, my friend wants to talk to her." ”

"Xiaozhu, here, but she is not available tonight, and it is her turn to get out of the oil pot at night, by the way, how do you know that I am entrusted by the spiritualist? How do you see that?"

"Anyone with a little common sense knows what kind of oil is in your oil pot, which is originally half a pot of vinegar...... Okay, okay, I know, what time is she?"

"It's going to start soon, will you come and see?"

"Must go to ......"

Without waiting for Chu Shihan to finish speaking, I hung up the phone directly, went out and returned the phone to my fellow countryman, pulled up the acacia and left.

On the large flat ground at the entrance of the village again, under the background of the night, the bonfire appeared more vigorous, and it simply illuminated the entire night sky.

It's still the cauldron, it's still the pot of hot oil, but the girl who walks the oil pot has changed, the thin girl in the school uniform, like a frightened mouse, standing barefoot in front of the pot!

Jin Achuan and I ran out of breath into the crowd, looking at the iron pot on the bonfire, and I always felt a little unsure.

At this time, there was a pungent smell of oil smoke in the oil pot, just like the smell of gutter oil in the kitchen of a hotel in the city, and the spiritualist began to read: "The demon and ghost are in trouble with the soul, and the oil pot exorcises Wan Yu to clarify, and sacrifice the blood of my body to the gods, turning into green smoke and leaving no dust...... Let's go!"

The girl in the school uniform, under the order of the spiritualist, trepided up the stairs and stepped into the oil pot, and I rushed out, shouting, "Don't." ”

But I said it was too late, the girl had already walked into the oil pot, only to see a burst of green smoke rising, a pungent smell came over, the girl let out a heart-rending scream, fell into the hot oil pot, only to see a cloud of smoke rise, the girl screamed and wanted to jump out of the oil pot, but she spilled the oil in the pot, and immediately lit a fire.

The bonfire below was instantly led into the iron pot, and the girl not only did not escape, but was surrounded by flames, and the screams of despair pierced the night sky, and everyone present was stunned.