"The scourge is coming."

I don't know who got up, and everyone in the room looked at me at the door.

"Why are you, that old Taoist priest?" A middle-aged man with teary eyes walked out.

Presumably my so-called little uncle.

"My master asked me to come, is there any problem?"

"Let your master come, don't enter my house, bad luck!" The man spat on the ground and turned to go back to the house.

Have I been wronged in this way?

I got angry and said, "Master, his old man is not available, and there is still something to do in the next village, if you are not afraid that your wife will not be able to cross Huangquan Road, then I will leave." ”

The man paused, turned his head and said angrily, "Come in." ”

As soon as I stepped through the door, the crowd spread out like a plague.

I clenched my hands into fists, and a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth.

At this time, the master's words sounded in my mind, put aside your relationship.

I stretched my hands out again and took a deep breath.

They have already put people in coffins, and they haven't touched the ground, this kind of ordinary Taoist priest can do it, could it be that this uncle did it on purpose?

"In the past two nights, I always heard people walking around the house, turning things around, and several bowls were broken, and I wondered if my wife was wronged."

The man turned his back to speak, not daring to look at his wife in the coffin.

I sneered, "Your wife is looking for you, she wants you to go down to accompany her, your husband and wife should have a good relationship." ”

The man's face suddenly turned blue, but he said angrily: "I have always treated her well, but she is dead and wants to pull me to her back, it's really not a good thing!" ”

He suddenly came over and grabbed my shoulder hard, and said in a panic: "I don't care, I'm also your uncle, you have to help me." ”

I frowned and opened his hand, "Yes, but you have to do what I say." ”

"Good, good, as long as you can keep me alive." He nodded hurriedly.

"Tonight everyone goes back to their homes, from twelve to one o'clock in the morning, and they can't sleep during this time, otherwise they will bear the consequences."

As soon as I finished speaking, the people exchanged their heads and didn't know what they were muttering, and then they all went home.

Fortunately, this uncle has a bit of humanity and arranged a side room for me to live in, but it is very close to the mourning hall.

The smell of incense and candles spread throughout the mourning hall, and the flames jumped as if a breeze was blowing.

Not to mention that I was quite excited, a little scared, and my heart was beating suddenly.

I put all the paper money and other things in the mourning hall, went into the house, squatted down by the bed, and took out a small notebook and a pen from my trouser pocket.

I wrote: Today is the first time I've dealt with things alone, and I'm a little scared. And I had that weird dream again last night............

When I was done, I tore off the paper and put it on the ground, and it began to burn on its own, and the green flames jumped, and soon the paper became pitch black.

It was only a moment before white words appeared on the black paper.

He replied: Don't be afraid, I will always be by your side.

Just this sentence is enough to reassure me that "he" is my protector.

This has to start when I was a child.,I often had nightmares.,Plus the people in the village avoided me like a plague.,No peers to play with me.,I wrote down all my worries on paper and burned them.。。

And just like that, one day suddenly something went wrong with the paper I burned, and it responded to me.