Three big men moved and lifted the son of the cannon head to the rooftop. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The structure of the houses in the villages and towns is very simple, it must be formal and square, regardless of the size of the room...... Similarly, there are still relatively few residents in the town who can afford to build a three-story building.

After all, most people, in addition to a year's clothing, food, housing and transportation, can have tens of thousands of yuan left in hand, which is already considered a wealthy family.

With the continuous integration and investment of foreign businessmen in recent years, everything in the town has changed somewhat and the older generation of residents, people after the age of forty, have been able to have a surplus almost every year.

In the future, it will be more abundant.

The sun moved westward, and at one o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was quite strong.

"Stand back!"

From the cannon son, I didn't sense the existence of yin qi, but my body was a little cold and stiff to the touch.

It's not yin, and it's not evil, is it because someone lowered his head?

"I ask you, have you ever offended anyone?"

The gun head twisted his eyebrows and did not speak.

Just when I was impatient, he hesitated in a tone: "Does it count as robbing someone else's land?"

I motioned for him to take a closer look.

……

This three-story building, to be built, manpower is second, the most important point, you have to have land!

A few years ago, there were no large-scale changes in the town, and the residents went out early and returned late, day and night, and lived a very regular life.

At that time, people attached great importance to the fields, nine times out of ten in the town, as long as they were native-born, all of them had one acre and three points of land, some people chose to be farmers, planting watermelons, sugarcane and other fruits, some chose to do wholesale, and even sold the land and ran out to do business.

The gun head belonged to the latter back then, sold his ancestral land, and went out to do business.

I did make some money, and I was going to invest in the import and export business, but then one day I dreamed that his father came back to him and scolded him for being unfilial and raised by a bitch...... In short, he is blamed for selling his ancestral land.

I want him to go home and buy it again, otherwise I want him to look good!

Hokkien people believe in Buddhism, and after thinking about it, he didn't dare to disobey his father's words, even if it was just a dream, he finally took his wife and children home.

But the land at that time had already changed hands and was sold, and now the owner is working on it, intending to build a building.

The cannon head looked at it, full of calculations and screamed, the interview was impossible, after all, I had worshiped the land lord, and I had also worshiped all kinds of gods, and people had already started construction to build a building, and they wanted to talk about the title deed peacefully, not in the world.

Thinking about it, I can't do anything.

However, the father of the cannon head gave him a dream again, and he must redeem the title deed no matter what method he uses, otherwise he must be killed.

Sounds incredible, his father wants to kill his own son?

How big is this hatred, so that father and son will turn against each other?

Later, the cannon head thought of a way, the clear one can't come to the yin!

Late every night, while people are away, they throw the corpses of some dead ducks and rats into the building...... For a day or two, no one said anything, and after a long time, some people thought it was strange, and they could always see the carcasses of animals for many days in a row.

For Hokkien people who believe in Buddhism, this is a bad omen.

The workers made a fuss, and they went on strike one after another, for fear of getting dirty.

The owner of the building was at a loss, and as the news spread, no one was willing to help.

This delay is more than half a year, seeing that I can't live in it, and the money has been invested, plus there are rumors in the town that there are dirty things in the house, even if I want to sell it, no one dares to buy it.

The owner of this building, unable to think of it, hanged himself in the unfinished building.

His wife and children, after finishing the funeral, decided to sell the house, so that he could recover some money, and there happened to be a person who bought the title deed at a very low price, and this person was the gun head.

In the past six months, he has been dreaming by his father, and he is used to being scared and scared...... But people have a bad habit, for example, if someone whispers in your ear all day long that this is not good, that is not good, over time you will remember it, and when you encounter these things, your first reaction is disgust.

The cannon head has been troubled by his father for more than half a year, and now he doesn't need his father to urge, he is determined to buy the title deed back, no matter what way he uses, he must buy it back.

Man's vices, simply called habits!

"This matter has been hidden in my heart for many years. "The cannon head faced me and my father-in-law Xiaofan, knowing that my reputation would definitely be ruined in the future, and I sat on the ground a little decadent for a while.

"Have you ever wondered who is going to harm you?"

"Who else?"

I nodded slightly, and said: "I am in the house, I did not feel the breath of the yin spirit, your house is very clean, although the death of that person has an indirect relationship with you, but after all, he chose to commit suicide to end his life, and wait for you to deal with the cycle of cause and effect in a hundred years, and you will have your own underworld to deal with." ”

"Your son has been beheaded, but I don't know anything about it, I can only hang him for the time being, you must find the caster within three days, or your son will die. ”

I didn't study the head-lowering technique, but I only knew a little bit about it, and I learned it from Xu Bing's mouth.

The head-lowering technique is rumored to be a witchcraft spread in Southeast Asia, which originated from the Miaojiang Gu art in Sichuan, Yunnan and China, which spread to Southeast Asia and was evolved by combining local witchcraft, which can save people and kill people invisibly.

Looking at this person's face, it doesn't look like a short-lived person, and from his body, I don't feel the breath of the ghost, and I don't have the slightest resentment, so there is only one possibility, and I was lowered by someone.

"You can't even save the master?"

I shook my head, there is a specialization in the art industry, Lao Tzu knows a little bit about catching ghosts, how strong the folk customs of Yunnan are, I only learned from the book, and I can see from the book that people are afraid of Gu art.

But I have a doubt, why did the local people in Yunnan go to southern Fujian and poison and kill people?

This TM simply doesn't make sense!

"That's it, I'll teach you a method, you must find the other party within three days, prepare the black dog blood, don't care about anything when you meet that person, and splash it all on that person, so that even if you can't save it, you can keep your son safe for a while, enough for you to find someone who knows how to do it." I nodded, shrugged and turned away.

"Does black dog blood work?" asked the gunner.

"Zombies are afraid of black donkey hooves, ghosts are afraid of black dog blood, since it is a Gu technique in the Miao Jiang area, it must be useful, but don't forget...... Gu magic is also called witchcraft!"

It was because of the relationship between the before and after, and Xu Bingyou told me about it, that I dared to make a conclusion.

"That'...... Thank you. "The gun head is in a bad mood, and he is still somewhat lost.

"Although I can't help you with this, as compensation, I will send two talismans tomorrow to keep your family safe. ”

After that, I took Xiaofan and left, leaving my father-in-law and the cannon head and the son who was lying on the rooftop.

I don't want to meddle in this kind of thing, life and death are life and prosperity...... At the beginning, the cannon head forced people to hang, and a few years later, his son was tricked, and a fool can imagine who did it.

Unless, too, his son has sinned against others!

Walking on the road, I was still thinking about it, Xiao Fan shook my arm and asked, "Yu, that person is so pitiful, why don't you help him?"

"I'm not a god, I'm good at catching ghosts, and I'll fight zombies, but I don't know anything about this head, how to start?" I pinched Xiaofan's nose and shook it gently.

The good-looking Joan wrinkled his nose slightly, and said, "But don't you think that person is very pitiful?"

I patted my belly and asked, "What is this?"

"Belly!"

"That's right, people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, don't care about what you shouldn't care!"

Xiao Fan thoughtfully walked from my left hand side to the right hand side, as a man, he should be a gentleman, and when he goes out with a girl, he should consciously walk on the side close to the road.

I pulled Xiao Fan into my arms, and the little girl was startled: "Yu, what do you want to do!"

"Sister, I don't mind if you're in a daze, but you're still wandering, and you're about to walk to the middle of the road. ”

This girl doesn't make people worry, so I have to lead her away.

"Where are you going?"

"Guesthouse!"

The little girl looked up and asked innocently, "Where are you going?"

I smiled mysteriously, "Do what you do!" (To be continued.) )