Mu Xiaowu pulled out a terrifying smile from the corner of his mouth, "Feng Shui is such a good place, even the evil spirit has been diluted, and it is not so easy to embroider evil with copper needles." ”

Zhao Zimai looked at the lush green hills in front of him and said thoughtfully, "So, it came here, firstly, because this Zhaitang Village is its hometown, and secondly, to avoid the tracking of the copper needle." Speaking of this, he looked at the village, but his brows were locked, "It's strange, I've been here for so long, but I haven't seen a single figure, how can this huge village be empty, as if there are no people?" ”

Mu Xiaowu took the water bladder handed over by Mu Cripple, and after drinking half a bag, Fang raised his hand impatiently and said to Mu Cripple, "You tell him why there are no people here." ”

Mu Cripple glanced at Zhao Zimai, a deep line was pulled out from the corner of his mouth, he looked at the empty stone road in front of him, and said slowly, "Although the feng shui here is good, the qi is exhausted." Someone swept away all the fortunes of everyone in this village for hundreds of years, and also affected several surrounding villages. Where do the remaining villagers still have a good life, it must be ten rooms and nine empty, and the family is scattered, and over time, the villagers think that there is a problem with the feng shui in this place, so they leave here one by one and go elsewhere to make a living. ”

Hearing this, Yan Qingcheng, who had been sitting on the sedan chair without making a sound, spoke up, "Senior Mu, is the one who swept away the century-old fortune the Yan family?" ”

Seeing that Yan Qingcheng's already pale face was a little more cyan, Mu Cripple was a little unbearable, so he coughed lightly, "Forget it, forget it, this will be far away......

Yan Qingcheng grabbed the armrest of the sedan chair, and the green tendons on the back of his hand collapsed, "If the predecessor has something to say, it's all here, is there anything I can't bear?" ”

Mu lame sighed, shook his head and said, "The Yan family should not have this luck, Yan Qing should have spent his life in obscurity in Zhaitang Village, and what he left for his descendants is only a broken courtyard, counting two taels of silver, and if he can live safely and not suffer from famine and illness, he will already burn high incense." But he relied on an urn of red jade soup and completely changed his fate, which was equivalent to snatching something that did not belong to him. And luck is a fixed number, if he gets it here, others will naturally lack it, so not only the Tao family, but also the other people in this Zhaitang Village, and even the surrounding villages for dozens of miles, have all suffered because of the Yan family. ”

Yan Qingcheng was stunned for a long time, and finally smiled miserably, "That's it, I was still sad about the death of my father and brother, but now it seems that the catastrophe suffered by the Yan family is paying off the debt." As he spoke, a few tears burst into his eyes. After a violent cough, he lay down on the sedan chair and spurted a mouthful of blood to the ground.

Zhao Zimai was startled, and hurriedly walked over and pressed Yan Qingcheng's hand, "It's so badly injured, I said I wouldn't let you come over, you want to come." It's okay to come, I haven't seen the evil before, I've already been angry, Qingcheng, how can you tell me to rest assured? ”

Yan Qingcheng coughed a few more times, took the water handed over by the little servant and drank it, before he smiled weakly, "She was robbed, life and death are uncertain, do you want me to wait at home?" And Jia Yan," Speaking of this, he looked sad, moved his gaze to Mu Xiaowu, and asked softly, "Miss Mu, if the evil is embroidered, will Jia Yan be the same as before?" Unscathed? ”

Mu Xiaowu raised two heroic eyebrows, "If the evil is separated from the body, the body will be more or less uncomfortable, but it's okay, you can take care of it for half a month." ”

Hearing this, Yan Qingcheng relieved his mind and was about to ask more details, but suddenly saw the clouds and mist in the valley near him, surging, dark gray and white wrapped in one place, so thick that he couldn't dissolve.

"It's not raining, how can there be such a heavy fog?" Zhao Zimai stared at the reckless thick fog, and his heart was full of doubts.

Mu Xiaowu walked to the edge of the cliff, leaned over to look at the valley that had been completely covered, the corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he snorted, "Where is this fog, this is the resentment that has been tired for a long time, presumably, the evil is hiding in this valley, just ......" She paused, her brows furrowed, and her face showed hesitation.

"Just what?" As soon as Zhao Zimai asked these four words, he heard a cry for help from the valley, the voice was not loud, but it echoed among the cliffs, and he was reluctant to fall for a long time, as if it was Xiangzhen's voice.

Hearing this cry for help, Yan Qingcheng had already sat up straight, his eyes seemed to have penetrated the dense fog and fell to the bottom, "She's down there, it's her...... There are also good words. ”

His voice shook like his own.

***

The valley bottom is surrounded by peaks, hills on both sides are towering, and the trees on the mountain are not green at all because they are in the shade, but are painted with a layer of ink, which flickers and flickers in the thick fog, like dark ghosts.

It was inconvenient for Yan Qingcheng to go down the mountain in a sedan chair, so he walked down with the support of the two little guys. When he reached the bottom of the valley, he ignored Zhao Zimai's persuasion, endured the pain, and reluctantly followed everyone towards the depths of the fog.

There is an open area in front of it, the trees are sparse, the strange rocks are craggy, and a gust of mountain wind blows, and the fog is a little thinner, revealing dozens of shadows in the middle of the mountain rocks.

"What's that? People? Mu Cripple suddenly stopped, pointed to the front and asked in a trembling voice. At the same time, the last remaining rays of the sun in the mountains fell, giving possession of the sky to the night.

Everyone retreated because of Mu Cripple's words, only Mu Xiaowu stood still and didn't move, coldly looking at the uneven shadows in front of him, his nose wrinkled slightly, and he sniffed hard.

"How does it look like ...... What about the scarecrow? After a while, a member of the crowd burst out from between his teeth.

Zhao Zi stepped into his heart, squinted his eyes and looked ahead, and it happened to be another gust of wind, which blew the mist away, so he could see more clearly: it was indeed like a common scarecrow in the field, each hanging on a criss-cross stick, with its head drooping, its arms stretched straight, and the two empty trouser tubes were blown up by the wind, dangling beside the wooden sticks, like funeral flags.

"It's strange, what are so many scarecrows doing in an uninhabited valley? Don't have a grain field and don't need to drive birds? ”

Mu Cripple spoke out the doubts in everyone's hearts, and in exchange for a deathly silence.

"Because they're not scarecrows at all, they're people, dead people." After a long time, Mu Xiaowu said such a sentence quietly.