Jiang Futing nodded, his eyes fell on the small grave in front of him, and Cheng Ming also followed.

I saw the freshly turned soil, with a bit of wetness and the smell of dirt, and paper money spilled everywhere.

The eyes of the two met, and they saw the divine power in Jiang Futing's hand slapping to the ground, only to hear a bang, and the wet soil automatically separated, revealing the coffin inside.

With a wave of his hand, a golden light swept through, only to hear a click, and the coffin lid flew aside.

Jiang Futing and Cheng Ming stepped forward, and when they saw the coffin clearly, Cheng Ming was taken aback, and his face changed greatly, "Jiang... Brother Jiang! ”

Jiang Futing immediately frowned when he saw this scene.

The Lin family, who had a funeral, died was an old man in his nineties who died in their family.

However, in this small coffin lay a boy of eight or nine years old, and unrecognizable.

The boy's body was specially treated, as if it were air-dried, with no rancid smell and a faint medicinal fragrance.

The most unbelievable or bizarre thing is that the boy has no face, or the boy's face seems to have been peeled off alive.

Even though Cheng Ming was a Heavenly Master and had seen many ghosts that were even more disgusting or had died miserably than this, he still felt a burst of nausea in his chest.

Jiang Futing took a closer look, his face was very unsightly, although the body was well preserved, but he could see that the body had been stored for a long time, for fifty or sixty years.

And the boy's whole face was stripped completely, and he could not help thinking of a very cruel method, which was to make a cross on his head and pour mercury into it.

He walked over and looked at it, but found no scars on it.

"Brother Jiang, what's wrong?" Cheng Mingyan opened his eyes and asked with a white face.

Jiang Futing shook his head, raised his hand to cover the coffin, and reburied the cemetery.

The two came to the ancestral tomb of the Lin family again, and quickly took out the coffin and opened it, this time the person lying in the big coffin was indeed the old man of the Lin family who was over ninety years old.

On the way back, both of them were silent, Jiang Futing frowned, the old man of the Lin family died, why did he take advantage of the night to secretly bury the old man Lin and an eight- or nine-year-old child?

What does the little boy have to do with the Lin family? Why is his face gone? This little boy has been dead for more than ten or twenty years, why is he waiting to be buried on the same day and at the same hour as Old Man Lin?

He came back to his senses, noticed Cheng Ming, who was silent all the way, and asked, "Are you okay?" ”

"It's okay, Brother Jiang, this village is really weird, and these villagers are also weird~" Cheng Ming's voice was astringent.

Jiang Futing patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay, we'll find out~"

The two went back to Mrs. Lin's house and stayed awake all night.

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On the second day, Jiang Futing and the Cheng family's father and son were sitting and drinking tea, when they heard someone knocking on the door, and when they opened the door, they saw that it was Lin Dayong.

Lin Dayong said with a smile that they helped yesterday and wanted to invite them to a banquet, and when they were buried tomorrow, the funeral would be over.

When Jiang Futing and Cheng Ming heard this, they glanced at each other and responded with a smile, they were about to go to the Lin family to find out the situation.

Lin Dayong was very happy when he heard this, scratching his head with a simple look, "Hehe, I'm afraid that you won't go." ”

Jiang Futing turned the teacup in his hand, and said indifferently: "This old man of the Lin family has lived to be more than ninety years old, and he is a happy mourner, why is he going to be buried so soon?" ”

Lin Dayong sighed, touched his head and explained: "Sometimes it's three days, sometimes it's seven days to ten days, but this has to wait for the old~"

"Waiting for the elderly?" Jiang Futing asked.

"Well, it's Mr. Yin and Yang in our village, but it's amazing, red and white ceremonies are counted as days, and you can do anything to look at the family and explore feng shui, on weekdays at the ancestral temple, only the village chief can be invited~" Lin Dayong's eyes lit up, and the admiration in his eyes was self-evident.

Jiang Futing and Cheng Ming heard this, and understood in their hearts that the Mr. Yin and Yang in Taoist robes they saw in the funeral procession last night should be Hou Lao.

Cheng Da also heard Jiang Futing and Cheng Ming talk about this, and when he heard it, he thought about it and inquired.

"Waiting for the elderly? Why not surnamed Lin? I heard the village chief say that your village is surnamed Lin~" Cheng Da joked.

Lin Dayong waved his hand when he heard this, and retorted: "That's not the case, let me tell you, there were several people with foreign surnames in our village before, but later, ......"

He paused suddenly, raised his eyes and saw that the three of them listened seriously, and his voice changed suddenly, and he couldn't help but say, "Hehe, moved away~"

Cheng Da and Jiang Futing glanced at each other, Lin Dayong had a weak expression just now, did he lie?

Cheng Da continued to laugh and said: "Oh, so that's the case, what about Hou Lao?" ”

"Wait for the elderly, we... I don't know very well, it seems that I came back with the village chief more than 20 years ago~" Lin Dayong scratched his head, and then came back to his senses, he invited the three of them to eat noodles, how did they chat~

He stood up and said with a smile: "It's not too early, let's go over early~"

Jiang Futing and the Cheng family's father and son nodded in agreement and walked out together.

Cheng Ming looked at the door of Aunt Lin who was diagonally opposite the room, and Lin Dayong smiled when he saw this: "Don't look at it, Aunt Lin won't go~"

When I got out of the yard, seeing that the three of them still looked puzzled, Lin Dayong explained: "Aunt Lin lost her son and husband in her early years, her temper is very eccentric, she doesn't like to interact with people, and she doesn't walk around with people in the village.

The three of them were slightly stunned when they heard this, Aunt Lin had a somewhat strange temper, and her face was gloomy all day long, but she didn't look like a bad person.

Otherwise, they would have been driven out a long time ago~

Along the way, Lin Dayong pulled a sentence from the east and a sentence from the west, asking where the three of them lived before? Is it fun? Are there any delicacies and so on~\

Jiang Futing listened silently, and Cheng Da said patiently, but he didn't dare to say it in detail, for fear of revealing something and arousing suspicion.

Soon, the three of them followed Lin Dayong to the house, and the surrounding villagers only glanced at them a few more times when they saw them, and then withdrew their gaze.

There was no longer as vigilant or fleeing as before, the Lin family's courtyard was blowing and blowing, and Hou Lao was doing things with his six or seven disciples, which looked lively and lively.

There were many villagers around, and a corner of the courtyard wall was the location of the banquet, Jiang Futing and the Cheng family's father and son were led over, and they suffered the baptism of many villagers along the way.

Most of the villagers had finished their feast and stood aside to watch the ceremony, and there were more than a dozen tables lined up for the banquet guests, but now there was no one at the other table except for their table and three tables.

Jiang Futing poured a cup of tea with a teapot, and heard someone behind them whisper, "It's strange, why did the village chief ask Brother Dayong to call those outsiders, it's really ......"

"Shhhh

Jiang Futing's brows moved, he didn't speak, and continued to drink tea.

"Hey, why don't you move your chopsticks~" Lin Dayong came back with the wine, and when he saw that the three of them were still sitting, he hurriedly beckoned the three of them to eat and drink.

Since Jiang Futing knew that Hou Lao's cultivation was good, he made the Cheng family's father and son restrain their breath.

The four of them sat on the table eating and drinking, occasionally listening to the host's wife crying a few times, crying tremblingly, and not long after, they were helped out, and their eyes were red and swollen.

Jiang Futing snorted with his wine glass, it was really a stark contrast to last night's indifferent attitude~

The eyes of the surrounding looked at the three of them, and after a moment, they looked away again, and Jiang Futing and the Cheng family's father and son pretended not to notice.

At the end of the drink, the son of the principal of the Lin family came up to have a drink with them, and he was busy again.

Jiang Futing really wanted to go into the house where he stopped to have a look, but there were too many people at the moment, so he had to find another way.

He pursed the corners of his mouth, rested his thoughts, and looked at the old man in the courtyard, who was in his forties, with a thin and long face, a fierce face, and deep eyes, which he couldn't see through.

Soon the old man seemed to notice his gaze and looked over, but there were too many villagers present, and he didn't notice Jiang Futing.

Jiang Futing quickly retracted his gaze, this old man is really not simple.

After a banquet, when they were about to leave, they met the village chief who came to the door and called Jiang Futing to chat a few words.

When Jiang Futing and the others went out, the burning gaze that fell on his back was gone.

Jiang Futing frowned, a flash of disgust flashed in his eyes, among all the people present, except for the village chief, there was one person who would look at him with such a gaze.

Waiting for the old!

Naked, a breath of plunder and greed~

Jiang Futing casually let Luo Zhiqiu out, Luo Zhiqiu quickly understood what the boss meant, and immediately floated into the courtyard.

Who knew that as soon as he entered the courtyard, a red light from the gatehouse almost knocked him down.

Fortunately, he is not an ordinary ghost, he is a ghost who has been tempered by the boss, and naturally the second time, the red light was suddenly broken.

Hou Lao, who was talking to the village chief in the house, felt something, and came out of the house all of a sudden, he checked it with a solemn expression, and noticed that the magic circle in the courtyard seemed to be scattered, and he was about to call the apprentices to check, when he suddenly saw a piece of talisman paper falling to the ground at some point, and it should be trampled on.

He frowned, called his little apprentice, and asked him to quickly get a new rune paper.

At this moment, Luo Zhiqiu was so frightened that the hairs on his body were about to get up, he hung on the wall and didn't dare to move, and the boss's rune paper was sticking to his head.

Luo Zhiqiu was overjoyed, fortunately, he usually likes to steal the boss's rune paper, no, he used this rune paper with hidden breath today!

Otherwise, he was afraid that he would be taken in by this damn Mr. Yin and Yang today.

After Hou Lao finished instructing his apprentice, he turned around and entered the house, and continued with the village chief: "Who was that just now? ”

When the village chief heard this, he was stunned and said with a smile: "Oh, that's Jiang Gongzi, the family is in business, and it is said that there was a problem with the business and he came to our village for refuge." ”

"Heh, but there have been so many things in the village recently, and it is inconvenient to keep outsiders, I want to drive people away!"

Hou Lao's expression moved slightly, and the corners of his mouth hooked a little, "Slow, people stay~"

"Huh?" Lin Jingan was puzzled.

Hou Lao glanced at him, with a hint of interest in his eyes, "I'm useful~"

Lin Jingan's face changed, and he said, "What's the use?" Let me tell you, that Jiang Gongzi doesn't look like an ordinary person, if he offends the family behind them, we ......"

Hearing this, Hou Lao frowned impatiently, stared at the village chief tightly, and said sharply: "Do you regret it?" ”

When the village chief heard this, he immediately retorted: "I didn't, I just ......"

The village chief lowered his voice, Luo Zhiqiu outside couldn't hear clearly, and couldn't help but poke his head into the window, and heard the copper bell on Hou Lao's waist buzzing.

"What?!" A copy in Hou Lao's hand came towards Luo Zhiqiu, even if he couldn't see Luo Zhiqiu, but the damn intuition was still there.