Seeing this, I said to the old man, "Why don't you forget it today?" ”

The old man was dressed up today, his hair was rolled with hemp rope and draped over his shoulders, and he held a mahogany cane more than one person tall in his hand.

The one on his back was like a beggar's nine-bag elder, a hundred family clothes covered with patches, and a copper bell in his hand that he didn't know where he got it.

Although it is not like the Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe, he is full of righteousness, but he also has the appearance of a master outside the world.

"Nonsense! Grandpa Nen, I told you in vain, eliminating demons and destroying demons is the morality of people in my generation who go to the rivers and lakes, do you know what morality is, even if you throw blood on your head, you have to hold on to your neck and insist on a breath, don't say that she is a woman who came here, even if it is the head of Maoshan Wudang here, I also have a word, kill! ”

When an obscene person suddenly becomes serious, the sense of oppression that erupts is even several times greater than that of a person who has always been old-fashioned.

The old man's words made me feel that I suddenly didn't understand him, and even said, I don't know what he is like, who knows if his usual grinning face is just a mask he wears, I don't know.

The widow rolled her eyelids, her toes tapped, and her voice was hoarse, "Why, why do you want to kill them all?" Why did you let me go when I died? ”

Old Uncle Zhou heard this next to him, and sat on the ground in fright.

Because it is not the widow of the king who says this now, although she is hoarse, she can hear that she is not very old, and it is the same as the voice of the mother just now.

"Qianqian......" Old Uncle Zhou can't tell what tone of voice is trembling now, I think it's bad now.

This Wang Qianqian has been dead for so many years, and the old man wants to use the help of opening the coffin at noon today, the yang energy is vigorous, and the formation arranged by the yang fire of the people in the village, if Wang Qianqian's ghost comes out in the open air.

Maybe she could still submit, but she didn't expect something to happen in the middle, and the widow Wang ran and approached the coffin to let her daughter come out with the help of her body.

Old Uncle Zhou is her father, but Wang Qianqian has a great grudge against this old Uncle Zhou, and she quickly wanted to remind him, but who knows, this Wang Qianqian bowed lightly at Uncle Zhou, and said hoarsely: "Uncle Zhou is good." ”

Now I'm blindfolded, why are you so polite?

Old Uncle Zhou's beard trembled, and he couldn't speak, but tears began to fall.

The widow of the king who was on the upper body did not make a fuss, on the contrary, began to greet and bow to people.

How weird and weird this scene is, if it weren't for the skin of the widow Wang, whoever saw it would have to praise Wang Qianqian for being sensible, and the old man just watched over there with cold eyes.

I feel like something is wrong with the atmosphere.

This Wang Qianqian's resentment is too big, which directly makes the weather gloomy, and she can't be so honest with her resentment.

"This is Xiuxiu, I don't see it for a while, it's so big, when I saw you, you were still very small!" Finally, the widow turned to me and asked me.

Wang Qianqian knew me, I was a little surprised, but it was not unacceptable, I was not born when Widow Wang brought her back to the village, she was much older than me, but even if she has been dead for so many years.

It's not surprising that someone of my mother's generation saw me when I was very young, but I really don't have any impression of her.

I felt strange in my heart, it was the first time I had seen such a polite ghost.

Remembering that she wanted to kill me last night, I stubbornly said, "Aunt Qian, I know everything about you." ”