Qian Xiaodao frowned and said, "Has his hair become yellow, and his hair can fall off with a light pull of his hand?" ”

"Hey, yes!" The middle-aged man didn't expect Qian Xiaodao to be so clear, and immediately asked, "How do you know, you've seen him?" ”

"I rarely see each other since I graduated from junior high school, and you don't say I don't know what happened to him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" Qian Xiaodao continued, "It's not an illness, it should be under some kind of spell and leaned over by something." ”

"Yes, yes, yes!" The middle-aged man's face was full of astonishment, "You said exactly the same thing as that beggar!" The beggar said, "This is a matter of our family's feng shui." ”

Qian Xiaodao shook his head: "This doesn't have much to do with feng shui, I think it may have something to do with Mao's tomb." ”

As he spoke, Qian Xiaodao turned his head and looked around.

"Uncle, can you please tell me about the past of Mao's grave."

The man was silent.

"Uncle, Loach and I have been playing since elementary school, he is one of the few brothers I have, since I know about this, I will definitely cure him. And now, if you want to cure the loaches, you have to tell the past of this Mao family grave. ”

The middle-aged man turned over and sat on the cold floor.

"The name of Mao's tomb has been called for more than 100 years. Our ancestors found this place by accident when they were fleeing, and at that time there was a shortage of soldiers, so they didn't want others to come in, so they gave this place an unlucky name. ”

The middle-aged man continued: "At that time, there were no roads, and the people in the village lived a relatively ordinary life until that day. ”

As soon as she said this, Wu Meimei and the others were immediately interested, and she immediately asked, "Uncle, what happened that day?" ”

"Even though we all live in the valley, we do occasionally go to the town to buy groceries, about once every two months. That time, when I went out to the town, my grandfather and they learned that the Anti-Japanese War had been won and the Oriental devils had surrendered. ”

"And then?" Lin Yuhao interjected.

"On the way back, they met three wounded Yamato people, who were trying to rob my grandfather of their goods, but my grandfather beat two with a shotgun, and one escaped."

When Qian Xiaodao heard the key point, he immediately asked, "Are they soldiers?" ”

"It's not."

"Yamato's merchant?"

"Not really." The middle-aged man shook his head, "After my grandfather beat them to death, he stripped them of their clothes, and the man was buried on the spot. Although I have never seen those clothes, but once when the loach was watching a movie, my father happened to pass by and said that the clothes worn by the characters in the movie were the same as the clothes that my grandfather brought back, because the clothes were very strong and the materials were also very good, and my grandfather asked my grandmother to modify them, and they were always worn as good clothes. ”

Qian Xiaodao knew that the key point was here, and immediately asked: "Did the loach say the identity of the characters in the movie?" ”

The middle-aged man thought for a while and said, "It seems to be called Mr. Yin and Yang, well, no, what is it?" ”

Lin Yuhao immediately said: "Onmyoji! ”

"Well, it should be Onmyoji."

Wu Meimei turned her head to look at Lin Yuhao, smiled, deliberately bent her waist slightly, and her posture was sultry: "Lin Gongzi, what kind of profession is an onmyoji, it sounds like it has something to do with ghosts, right?" ”

"Onmyoji is a profession unique to Yamato, similar to our Taoist priests in China, but different from Taoist priests. In Yamato, the Onmyoji is dedicated to serving the aristocracy, and in addition to singing, drinking, and chanting poems, he is also responsible for helping the nobles catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits. ”

Qian Xiaodao continued to ask at the middle-aged man, "Uncle, those three people are all onmyoji?" ”

"Yes, they were wearing the same clothes, and my grandfather said that the man who escaped was even more beautiful, with flowers printed on them."

"And then?"

Then the village was quiet for more than twenty years. When my father was a teenager, something happened in the village. ”

Everyone knew that the most critical moment was coming, so they listened carefully.

"I didn't know what was going on at that time, my father and the other children in the village were studying outside, and they usually went back once a week. When they returned to the village after vacation, they found that the whole valley was filled with a kind of mist, and when they arrived at the village, they found that the whole village was dead, and there were no chickens, ducks, dogs and pigs left! ”

Hearing this, Qian Xiaodao scratched his head: "No wonder, the entire valley has been cursed, because the natural terrain is like this, the other party has directly turned this place into an enchantment, so that the dead are trapped here, and they will never be reborn!" ”

The middle-aged man said to Qian Xiaodao: "Pixiu, you guys go quickly, this place will be fierce at twelve o'clock!" ”

Qian Xiaodao looked at the middle-aged man fixedly, and sighed: "Uncle, I have figured out the root of the blood curse in the loach, and the reason why he fell under the spell must be that this kid took his grandfather's clothes to wear." ”

"Hey, yes, yes, he wore it, said that the clothes were good-looking, so he wore them out on a date, and I beat him up that day."

"Uncle, I'll go to your house at noon tomorrow, and the problem of loaches will be solved. Right now, it's the people of this village, no, it's not easy to settle the ghosts in a village. ”

"What!?"

Let Qian Xiaodao say this, Wu Meimei subconsciously turned her head, and at this moment she suddenly let out a scream!

Everyone turned their heads, but they were shocked to find that there were figures condensed by white mist standing outside the courtyard.

"Don't panic!"

Qian Xiaodao glared at Wu Meimei, then turned around and walked into the courtyard.

"Haozi, what time is it?"

"Master, Master, it's half past eleven!"

"Gan!"

Qian Xiaodao directly broke out a national scolding, he didn't expect time to pass so quickly.

Seeing that the white mist around him was gathering more and more, Qian Xiaodao hurriedly asked the middle-aged man behind him, "Uncle, among the dead people in the village, are you able to call out your name?" Quick, we have to leave immediately, or it'll be over at twelve o'clock! ”

The middle-aged man hurriedly rushed out of the room, walked to Qian Xiaodao's side, and knelt down directly to the foggy outside: "Ladies and gentlemen, my name is Mao Guohui, and I am also the baby of Mao's tomb, and my grandfather's name is Mao Laifu!" ”

As soon as Mao Guohui said this, the fog immediately stopped moving, and several white figures walked in and circled around Mao Guohui.

Then, an extremely unpleasant voice spread.

That kind of sound didn't seem to come out of a human mouth at all, and everyone unconsciously covered their ears.

And Qian Xiaodao suddenly opened his mouth at this time, and his mouth made the same sound as them.

After a while, he turned his head to Mao Guohui and said, "Uncle, floating in front of you are your grandfather and third uncle." ”

Then, Qian Xiaodao became a ghost translator again. (To be continued.) (To be continued.) )