I couldn't help but stop, because the family of four in the courtyard reminded me of what the boss and his wife said in Ah Jin's house last night.

Looking at that painting again, I was even more reminded of the story I had just heard about the old Xiucai and the little monkey.

Could it be that these two things are talking about a family?!

Seeing that I had stopped in front of their yard, the man looked up at me and forced a self-righteous smile on his face.

But in my eyes, that's a wry smile.

"Hello." I made eye contact with the man and smiled and said hello.

The man handed the half bowl of bibimbap in his hand to his daughter-in-law, got up and straightened his waist, "Hello, you're here to travel?" ”

"I came yesterday, and I'm going to go out for a walk today, and I want to ask you about a place." I smiled and walked into the yard and waved to the curious child who was staring at me. "Big brother, do you know about the Four Stacks of Corpse Monkey Temple?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the old lady on the side made a "ahh

At the same time, the man looked at me with a noticeable wariness.

"Don't be afraid, it's like this, I studied medicine, and yesterday I heard the boss talk about your family in the guest house, and I came here to see if I could help anything, don't worry, I don't charge."

As I spoke, the woman had already run into the house with her son in her arms like a plague, and closed the door, and now only me and the man of the house were left in the courtyard.

"Are you really a doctor?" The man asked, confused.

I nodded, "Mmmmmmmmmmmm ”

"Alas!" The man sighed loudly and squatted down on the spot, "My dad is evil... It's been a long time since I buried myself in the ground... I don't know how long he'll live..."

The eldest brother told me about his father, and I nodded and paced around the yard, carefully looking for anything suspicious or a place around.

An old man suddenly turned into some kind of animal overnight, and you can't make sense of where you throw it, so my first thought is that the old man must have fallen under some kind of evil spell.

"Big brother, did anyone come to the house before the old man fell ill?"

The man squatted on the ground with his knees crossed, and his already thin back now looked even smaller, like a homeless sick child.

"No one has been here... I don't have any relatives or friends at home... There are few tourists in the village... No one has been here... Haven't been..."

I simply walked around the house, and when I got to the back of the house, the old lady and her daughter-in-law and little granddaughter were lying there staring at me, their eyes full of vigilance and guard.

I didn't want to bother with them, so I grinned and continued to look for them.

Although I received a lot of strange glances from this circle, I still noticed something, that is, I found that the well in their yard didn't seem quite right.

The shape of the well is nothing special, except that the four sides of the well protruding from the ground are carved with strange patterns.

The orientation of the four patterns seemed to be slightly more clockwise than the positive position, so I asked the man, "Big brother, do you know who carved these paintings?" ”

The man walked up to me, didn't care, lightly kicked the pattern twice with his toes, crossed his waist and thought for a while before saying, "My mother said that this seems to have been engraved by my grandfather, but my father didn't say why he carved it in the first place, so my mother doesn't know very well." ”

These four patterns are not narratives or words, but one of them, I seem to have seen in the Summoning Spell.

The pattern starts with a "vertical", and the pen goes down a little bit and draws a small circle clockwise, and then the pen goes down a little bit and draws a circle.

After drawing three circles repeatedly, the gesture is pulled to the right and ends with a "horizontal".

It looks a bit like a sugar gourd with a horizontal underneath.

In fact, this string of sugar gourds is a spell, and it is also recorded in detail on my hemp rope.

This is called the Night King's Mantra, also known as the Hundred Years of Travel.

When Qin Huai and I were on the unit bus, I really wanted to give Lao Wang a tour for a hundred years, so that he would be energetic in the future, and he would not have to sleep for the rest of his life, and there would be a lot of time.

But when I thought that people would die if they didn't sleep, I forgot about it at the time.

But what does it mean to have the Night King's curse engraved on the well?

Afraid of running out of water?

Do you want the underground river to contribute to the people for decades?

Looking at me, the desire to explore came up, and I opened my phone and planned to find someone to ask, I felt that the other few people would probably have to know one or two, after all, everyone is in the same vein.

When we were on the Eternal Cruise Ship before, Guantian pulled a group for us, and even the cylinders were in it except for Qin Huan, but because of Guantian, no one in the group had spoken.

I took pictures of the three patterns I didn't know around the well and posted them to the group, and at the same time attached a sentence at the back: Good morning, junior brothers and sisters, who knows these patterns?

Yan Feitang replied almost in seconds: Little senior brother, you are the old master of the curse, and you still ask us?

I replied: There are four patterns, one of which I know, but I don't know what these three mean, so I'll ask you to live in the audience.

After typing, I held my mobile phone and waited for Yan Feitang to reply, and then the jar came and said: Where is it, wait for me.

In fact, this guy doesn't know Chinese pinyin at all, typing purely by handwriting, these four words look concise and domineering, but it's actually because the cylinder is too tired to write by hand.

After chatting for a while, I didn't come up with a reason, and the most reliable Zhong Yi didn't come out to say a word from beginning to end, so I put away my phone and planned to figure it out myself.

The eldest brother on the side didn't dare to disturb me when he saw that I was busy, and when he saw that I was busy, he was embarrassed to ask: "Do you think of any way?" ”

I'm not a person who likes to hide it, and when I first met his dad at the tank's house, I directly told him that the old man seemed to have fallen under a spell.

I always feel that it is not interesting to hide this, and I have to find countless lies to round it up when I go back, so it is better to tell the truth.

So I cleared my throat and told him very seriously, "Believe it or not, your father was cursed to be like this." And I think this spell is probably related to the monkey in your ancestor, I don't know if your wife told you the story of that monkey. ”

Unexpectedly, this eldest brother actually had a serious face, as if he didn't have the slightest doubt about what I said, "Our family has always been kind to people, let alone enemies... How could you be cursed..."

I patted him on the thin shoulder and said seriously, "Don't worry, that's what I'm here for." ”