The woman hesitated for a moment, for the sake of money, and finally said carefully: "Old cigarette stick, dead." ”

Lan Shuying and Uncle Zhang glanced at each other.

Uncle Zhang remembered that she had said that the old man was an old cigarette stick, and this woman's words completely confirmed that the old man was a ghost. Who hasn't heard a few stories of mountain ghosts when they were young? But if you really have to change it to your own personal experience, it feels different.

And what Lan Shuying thought was that the male owner of this family had told the story of the merchant in a boastful tone before: the merchant surnamed Jia from the countryside went to the Green Snake Niangniang Temple because he was drunk with the old cigarette pole, and was bitten to death by a poisonous snake in his sleep.

The merchant died two years ago, when the old cigarette stick was still alive...... In other words, the old cigarette stick is a new ghost.

A new ghost for a year or two shouldn't have that kind of strength.

And that scarecrow.

If she guessed correctly, the scarecrow is equivalent to the clone of the old cigarette stick, she burned his soul, but there is still a trace of intention in the scarecrow, if the scarecrow is not burned during the day, the old guy will probably come back in the future.

"There are several generations of his family Shouyizhuang, the old cigarette stick was a god when he was alive, drunk and said that his master was going to pick him up to ascend to the immortal, that is, a year ago, he drank too much, he fell into the river and drowned, and when he fished it up, he was out of gas, and he was still smiling on his face!"

The woman shuddered as she spoke, "I won't tell you!" She turned and ran.

Thinking about the corpse with a smile on its face, it was indeed panicked.

Uncle Zhang was still distracted, and heard the girl's voice say, "Uncle, let's go to the Green Snake Niangniang Temple, and stop by too." ”

Lan Shuying brought up her baggage.

She was not very happy, because the woman had taken her money, but had only answered one question—she had not yet said what was going on with the two Zhuangzi.

I should have gone to Xuanmen today.

According to the woman, the Green Snake Niangniang Temple is on the way up the mountain, just to go and see.

The temple occupies a small area, and the trees outside are connected with colored silk threads to point out a path for pedestrians, and the two of them follow the guidance of the silk threads and enter the front yard of Niangniang Temple.

Sturdy men with big pigtails on the back of their heads walked in in groups, burning incense and praying sincerely, hoping that their trip up the mountain would be safe and that they would return with a full load.

There are also women with small feet who support each other to go in and beg for children, so there are special women to receive them.

This green snake lady is cast with a golden body, I don't know what material it is inside, the outside is painted with paint to paint the white and red hibiscus face, the flying fairy bun is tied high behind the head, and a beautifully shaped snake tail is revealed under the layers of colorful clothes.

Even the scales on the snake's tail are carefully depicted, which shows that the locals are grateful for her reverence.

The smell of incense is slightly choking.

Lan Shuying knew that she had a strong yin on her, and rushing in was tantamount to provoking this green snake lady.

She has injured an arm now, the ghost king is not around, only the fire lotus is a means available, but the fire lotus is equivalent to a nuclear weapon in a sense, or it is only used for deterrence, once it is really used, it is a situation of endless death.

In other words, this demonic little temple must be burned to ruins.

It's like a snake demon who has been practicing for hundreds of years, there's no need. What's more, according to this situation, the green snake is still a good goblin, otherwise there would not be so many believers.

So she didn't go in, let Uncle Zhang go in and incense herself, and she waited outside with Lao Deng's bag of unburned bones.

Behind the pillar were two teenagers playing.

Probably because the skin of the dumb girl was indeed born, one of the young men with braids around his neck glanced at her from time to time, and spoke loudly, obviously trying to attract her attention.

Lan Shuying sat with her back against the earthen wall, glanced at it and retracted her gaze, but the conversation between the two teenagers kept floating in her ears.

They were discussing their relatives.

A teenager showed off that his mother had a younger sister, who was originally a nurse for people, and in the first two years, he was lucky to be taken by an old man and carried into the door as a second grandmother.

The other teenager was probably sour, and his tone was not very good, and asked him why he still came out to play today, and if he didn't sell more in front of others, maybe he could get a few more.

The young man was silent for a moment, scratched his head and said, "I don't really like her. My mother said that what she did was unconscionable. ”

"Huh? What did she do? ”

There is a saying that the ugliness of the family should not be publicized, but after all, it is a young child, and because this relationship is still separated by several layers after all, the teenager will say it.

His aunt was originally a widow and had several children in the family, the first three of whom had already started a family, and only the last one had not grown up.

At that time, when it came to the wax moon, the firecrackers were the most sought-after goods, what firecrackers, hemp thunder, two kicks, all kinds of things, lively and lively. The bad thing is that it's bad on this firecracker, the youngest one in his aunt's house is a man, and he finally grinded two hemp thunderbolts, and put one of them to be enjoyable, and he took the second hemp thunderbolt and figured out a new way to play.

This game, something big has happened.

"I was standing on the roof at that time, and when I heard the voice, I was really scared by him......" The young man still had palpitations when he mentioned it now, "his clothes and the ground were full of blood, and his face was full of broken pottery shards and bone stubble, and the more he moved, the more he bled out, not to mention how scary it was......"

"Ah......" the other opened his mouth wide and said sluggishly, "Then, even if you can't live, right?" ”

When the young man narrated, he probably forgot about attracting beautiful girls, and he lowered his voice: "If you can't cure it, how do you know if you can live ......?"

Lan Shuying pressed one ear to the wall and listened quietly.

In fact, if you listen to this situation, you will know that the injured child will not survive, even if it is changed to the modern era with more developed medical technology, this injury is not easy to treat, let alone at this time.

Traditional Chinese medicine cannot manage this emergency, and Western anti-infective therapies and surgeries have not been fully introduced, and even if there is, a woman who was born as a wet nurse, her education level in the first place makes her afraid to ask for help from blonde foreigners.

However, hearing the follow-up development, Lan Shuying couldn't help frowning.

The young man's aunt found out that her son was injured and ran into the village to cry, and the villagers came to help, carried the child to Lao Langzhong, saying that it could not be cured, and carried it to the city.

The villagers remembered that her family was pitiful, and raised money for the mother and son, and the child's brother and sister also made up some.

But the child died eventually.

With such a serious injury, it is easy to understand that people are gone, and in the end, they have exhausted a bit of friendship, and the villagers are also at ease, only occasionally sighing twice.

Until the young man, his father unexpectedly heard a hidden secret.

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