I saw a palm-sized baby wrapped in the weeds.

No, baby corpses to be exact.

Dry, dark, and only by looking closely at the grave can you see the facial features. Looking at the size of the estimated six or seven months, the baby's hands are folded on the chest, as if a mark has been deliberately made.

The host was stunned and asked where the five-year-old daughter who was already scared and crying next to her came from?

The daughter cried and cried that she had just climbed under the bed to play and turned it out, thinking that her parents had hidden something delicious, and she took it to the table and planned to eat it secretly, but she was startled by the contents and broke the jar by mistake.

The host saw that the frightened soul of the infant corpse was not possessed, and heard that I was a Mr. Yin and Yang, and hurriedly asked me what it was.

As soon as I saw that the baby's corpse was in a jar and placed under the bed, I asked the master if your family was not in good health, especially adults with rheumatism.

The master asked me how I knew.

I said that the infant corpse altar gathers yin, and if it is placed under the master's bed, it will attract yin qi from all directions to the same place, and the corpse is a ghost, a yin spirit, to put it bluntly.

The human body is yang, and yin energy clashes with each other.

Over time, it is eroded by yin qi, and the body is naturally not much better.

And this house exudes a musty smell everywhere, and it is thick for a long time, how can it be more than ten years, and it is strange that people who live in it are not rheumatism.

The owner's family said yes, yes, yes, this house was built when his father was alive.

Originally, he was greedy for the cool terrain.

Croppers, who are exposed to the wind and sun outside all day long, are greedy to cool off when they come home. For this purpose, green bricks are specially used to absorb cool and wind, instead of red bricks that are dry and gather fire.

As a result, I didn't expect that now, generations of croppers have no work to do in this generation, and they are always unlucky to find a good job when they go out, so they can only stay at home, which is no different from waiting for death.

Now digging such a ghost thing again, it's really unfortunate for the family!

The host's eyes lit up when he said this, and he pointed to the thing and asked me if it was this infant corpse that was placed under their bed in the jar, and they were so unlucky.

I thought it was possible.

This formation is a bit like some kind of evil spell recorded in the book, but there is still a bit of information that does not match.

So he asked his master, "Has your family never noticed that this jar is placed under the bed?" ”

The host hurriedly explained, saying that this house was left by his father, and his father used to like to collect jars, and he later lived here and wanted to throw the jars out, but his wife disagreed and said that these were bought with money, and now they don't need to be used in the future, and it's a pity to lose them.

And the master kept the jar.

I didn't expect it to be useless after so many years, after all, these jars are used to pickle pickles to make pickled bamboo shoots. As a result, they offended the drought lady here, and there was no grass, where is the jar used?

I looked down at the bed again, and I saw many jars, large and small, with a thick layer of ash falling under the bed.

Then he said to his master, "It seems that the man who put the baby's corpse under your bed took a fancy to your father's love of collecting jars, so he found an opportunity to harm you." ”

"No,"

After speaking, I added thoughtfully: "Should it harm everyone in your village?" ”

The host was puzzled and asked me why I said this.

I didn't explain it to him in detail, I just said that this is a secret method of refining corpses, and according to this method, not only the family has baby corpses under the bed, but also other families in the village.

According to the book, there should be eight baby corpses, that is, eight families have this thing in their homes.

But I don't know which eight families they are.

Thinking of this, I said to my master, "Now, go and find a way to gather all the people of the village, and I will tell them." ”

"No problem!"

As soon as the host heard this, he got up from the bench, patted his chest and promised: "Our village has nothing else, but there is a lot of time, who let us have no work except for planting beans, and it will not work to go out to work!" ”

Then he took a washbasin and a burning stick and went outside.

After a while, I heard the sound of burning sticks knocking on the washbasin along the road, and at the same time, the master's family shouted that everyone would go to the ancestral hall to assemble and discuss something important.

Xie Sifei and I both heard a few black dots flying over their heads.

The feelings of this village are no longer poor in the general sense, they basically rely on transportation to walk, communication basically relies on roaring, and heating and cooling basically rely on shaking!

These three blue-tiled mud houses don't even have an electric fan.

After a long time, the family surnamed You finally called all the villagers to the ancestral hall, and some of them were quite impatient to ask what was going on at noon? If you have something to say, let it go, he is going back to sleep, and he is dreaming of marrying a daughter-in-law!

I was sweating again, and hurriedly told them about the possible corpse of a baby in their house.

Those people fried the pot as soon as they heard it, especially a few young men, who pointed at my nose and began to scold me for watching too much on the Internet, right? Can there be such a magical thing in reality?

I see that these young men are all stunned, especially because of their style of behavior, which makes people want to beat them.

After all, if they hadn't offended the drought lady first, would the whole village have been starving for so many years?

But at the end of the day, it's still the most important thing to solve the problem.

After all, I called them here today to completely eradicate the soybeans they only grow here, and they can't grow any other food, and all of them are unlucky, and even going out to work and eat is the root of the problem.

I patiently told them not to deny it in a hurry, and I will show you something later.

A few stunned young men shouted for something to be taken out quickly, otherwise they could leave.

I asked the flower butterfly to send them a mirror, saying that every one of you now looks at yourself in the mirror, but if anyone can see the facial features clearly, I will lose.

Those young people thought that the more I talked, the more nervous I became, and they didn't have the anger to take the mirror and slam it in the face.

As a result, when I saw it like this, I suddenly said "Mom", and threw the bronze mirror that the flower butterfly liked far away, and the flower butterfly was distressed, so I hurriedly picked it up and blew it.

Other people also looked in the mirror one after another, and the result was really the same as what I said, either the figure in the mirror was blurry, as if it had played a mosaic, or it couldn't reflect people at all, and the mirror was empty, which directly scared the few young men who couldn't see the figures, grabbed the shoulders of the people around them and shook them wildly, and roared like Ma Jingtao while shaking back: "Am I dead?" Am I dead? ”

"It is said on the Internet that only dead people can't look in the mirror because the mirror doesn't reflect them at all."

"Mom! We're not going to starve to death because we haven't eaten for too long, are we? ”

Several of them went back to their homes to look in the mirror because they didn't believe in the butterflies, and after running back to the ancestral hall, they hugged their heads and cried: "I can't be seen anywhere, we are really dead!" ”

Thinking of this, a group of secondary school and second young people suddenly hugged their heads and cried: "I said that some people died and they don't know, woo woo woo, I died at such a young age, how did I die?" ”

I suddenly had a black line on my face: Who has watched too much on the Internet?

Xie Sifei didn't know why, when he saw that these people in the ancestral hall couldn't see anything in the mirror, he couldn't help but shudder, and pulled me carefully: "Teacher.... Brother, they won't really die, will they? ”

"This house, ah no, a village of dead people?"