The eldest brother's name is Liao Baihan, I really didn't expect him to have such an elegant and beautiful name.

We sat in the courtyard and chatted for a long time, and after Brother Liao went back to the house and explained my intentions, my mother and daughter-in-law were not as afraid of me as before, and the little girl was running around me and shouting happily.

The old lady said that the well was dug by her father, and I guessed correctly, her father was the little beggar who was adopted by Lao Xiucai.

And according to the old lady's recollection, there was no water in the well just after it was dug, and his father did not seem to be surprised at all.

After the well was dug, his father went out almost every day during the day and was busy until the evening.

Sometimes when he came back, he would hold a small jar in his hand, and whether it was windy or rainy, he would bury the jar under the ground next to the well before entering the house.

Two months after the well was dug, he finally stopped going out, and the old lady said that he remembered very well that his father had buried four small jars by the well.

When I heard this, I was tickled all over my body, and I wanted to dig out the four jars and see what was inside.

The old lady is basically a human spirit at this age, and she can see my intentions at a glance, "My father said before he died that these four jars should never be opened. ”

I'm a little discouraged by this, but curiosity is curiosity, after all, the jar belongs to someone else's, and I don't think about it anymore.

Then I asked the old lady what was in the jar, and since it couldn't be opened, could I say.

The old lady was very happy, and said that her father didn't let her keep the secret, so she told me that it should be okay, as long as I didn't worry about the day when I would come and dig it secretly.

I quickly swore that I couldn't do such an eyeless thing, it was terrible.

The old lady smiled at me, and said something that made me hairy.

Her father told her that the four jars contained four altars of blood, namely the blood of the barefoot and rotten sores, the blood of the person wearing the flower feather, the blood of the cold light man in the waist, and the blood of the Dao Xiangyang person.

I know that barefoot sores are generally referred to as street beggars, the poorest people in the world.

The top wearing flower feather, in which the top wearing refers to the ornament on the hat, and the flower feather is the feather ornament inserted behind the hat, which is the official hat of the Qing Dynasty.

Therefore, the people who wear the flower feather should generally refer to those who are noble officials.

The cold light in the waist, in which the cold light is actually the blade, because the swords and swords of the chivalrous officers are usually hung on the waist, which is a deterrent and a symbol of status.

But the one who sticks the blade in his waist is a different kind of person.

First of all, this must be done for concealment, so as not to want others to know that they have weapons, so in this case, the purpose is also very easy to understand.

The cold light in the waist should refer to the gangsters who kill people and oversell goods.

Finally, looking at the avenue to the sun, I have a picture in my head as soon as I hear these four words, which must be the so-called good people with a certain reputation and prestige.

Beggars, officials, villains, good people...

I can't help but start imagining the origin of these four altars of blood, but the plot that best fits this situation in my head must be killing people to take blood.

Could it be that the old lady's father really spent two months outside to kill four people, and then retrieved their blood and buried it under this well?

I'm curious about this, but it's not a good idea to ask if your dad is a murderer.

As I was struggling, the old lady seemed to see through my mind once again, but now her face darkened slightly, as if she remembered something that made her sad.

When Brother Liao and sister-in-law saw their mother like this, they couldn't help but burst into tears in their eyes, and even the little girl who was playing and noisy quieted down.

After a long time, the old lady wiped a handful of tears with her palm and said softly: "My father killed a total of three people, a beggar, a county official, and a good businessman. ”

"But... Isn't there four jars of blood? What about the blood of the wicked men in the altar? I couldn't help but ask.

The old lady looked at me with cloudy eyes and pulled a difficult smile, "He himself is a villain." ”

It dawned on me!

I couldn't help but feel a chill all over my body......

The old lady was right, his father had killed a beggar, a county magistrate, and a merchant, and from the moment it all began, he himself had become a true villain.

Therefore, the last jar of blood after that should be his own blood.

"Old man, I actually came here to help this time, don't blame me for evoking some bad memories. I heard a story about the Monkey Temple, can you tell me about that? To tell you the truth, I also have some of my own purposes in this, but I am sincere in helping you, I can guarantee that. ”

When I mentioned the Monkey Temple this time, the old lady was not as nervous and scared as she was the first time, but she still sweated profusely.

I guess there must be something wrong with this monkey temple, otherwise it wouldn't scare an old man who is used to seeing the world like this.

Brother Liao saw that his mother had just said so much, and he was frightened again, so he motioned for me to ask later, and I also felt that I might have gone too far, so I quickly paid for it instead of standing aside and smoking.

Half a cigarette went down, Brother Liao asked his daughter-in-law to help the old lady into the house, and then came over and whispered: "You go back to the guest house first, I'll go over to look for you at night, I also know about the Monkey Temple, I'll tell you, my wife may not be able to say this." ”

I hurriedly stuffed a pack of cigarettes to Brother Liao, "I'm really sorry, you can help me apologize to the old lady in a while, and I won't be here, I'll order a few dishes and get a bottle of wine to wait for you at the guest house, let's talk while eating." ”

Brother Liao nodded and agreed, put down a sentence of "don't send it" and turned around and entered the house.

I thought about it all the way back to the guest house like a wanderer, and the boss's eldest brother greeted me when he saw me coming back, "So fast, have you found a place?" ”

I shook my head, "I found the family, the family you said the old man buried himself in." ”

The boss's face changed slightly, and he said, "Oh... Good, good..."

I saw that his expression was strange, but I didn't think much of it, and then said, "He came to me at night to talk to me about something, can you please get us a few more dishes and a bottle of wine?" ”

"Huh?!"

The boss almost jumped up!

I was startled, the boss's face suddenly turned red as if his cerebral blood vessels were about to burst, and his hands began to tremble.

"Big brother, are you okay?" I stepped up to help him, but he jumped to the side.

"You can't bring him to my house! You must not bring him to my house! Wine and dishes I can help you prepare! But if you want to eat, give me out to eat!" ”

The boss was not murdering me, but was admonishing me with great emotion.

I was taken aback by the look he looked, so I could only nod desperately like a fool on the spot, "Okay... Okay, I got it..."