"Old ...... Brother! Why did you come here, make me look for it! ”

A smell of alcohol instantly surrounded Zhang Xiaoluo, and this black shadow was actually Chen Deshui who fell asleep after being drunk.

Chen Deshui carried the canvas bag on his shoulder, and the occasional sound of metal and iron colliding came from the canvas bag. A thick willow stick peeked out of the canvas bag, and from a distance, it looked like something was standing on Chen Deshui's shoulder.

"It's almost time! Brother, let's go, go with my brother! ”

Chen Deshui said as he pulled Zhang Xiaoluo up and turned around and left.

Chen ...... Brother Chen, what are you doing here? ”

Zhang Xiaoluo glanced at Chen Deshui, who was full of wine, broke away from the arm that was being pulled by Chen Deshui, and asked coldly.

"Go pick up the bones! Go get back the luck that is rightfully mine! ”

"Pick up the bones!"

Zhang Xiaoluo's heart moved, and then he understood.

Picking up bones is a folk saying, and in some places it is called a second burial, and to put it bluntly, it is to move the grave. After the burial of some elderly people in the family, the descendants will feel that the feng shui of the deceased's grave may be bad, so there is a practice of digging up the grave and picking up the bones of the deceased to find him for burial.

But if this Chen Deshui has no brother and no brother, it is better to say that he also has a younger brother Chen Detu who is obviously lucky. In Chen Detu's eyes, his family's ancestral grave is on the treasure land of feng shui, and he categorically will not agree to move the grave, so Chen Deshui moved the grave in the middle of the night.

Zhang Xiaoluo didn't want to leave Zhang Yu too far, he had to make sure that he could get back to Zhang Yu's side in time after the ghost bell rang.

"Where to pick up the bones? It's the middle of the night! ”

"At the entrance of the village, over there in the clay pot grave, you can come with me! Just take a hand! ”

Zhang Xiaoluo hesitated. He originally wanted to stay outside Chen Mingtang's house for a night, but then he thought of the dense clay pot kiln at the entrance of the village, and thought of the ghost guarding the house above Chen Detu's house, and finally followed Chen Deshui towards the entrance of the village.

"The distance between the entrance of the village and here is not very far, and now as soon as the ghost bell moves, I will feel it, and looking at Zhang Yu's expression, the ghost doesn't seem to have any ill will towards her! Let's go to the village entrance and take a look! ”

Zhang Xiaoluo didn't expect that the string of copper bells he hung behind the door had already been taken off by Zhang Yu and thrown into the drawer.

He followed Chen Deshui unhurriedly, but he didn't encounter any ghosts hitting the wall again. It didn't take long for the two of them to stand on the dirt slope at the entrance of the village, which was full of abandoned caves.

Chen Deshui stood on the dirt slope, untied the canvas bag on his shoulder and threw it aside, bent down and pulled out the willow stick and put it on the ground. Except for the place where he held the willow stick, the other parts were wrapped around the white paper, and the edges of the white paper had been cut into thin strips of paper, dancing in the wind.

Chen Deshui took out a set of white filial piety clothes and hats from the canvas bag and put them on, tied a hemp rope around his waist, and added the filial piety stick in his hand, just like a filial son and grandson wearing linen and filial piety to send the funeral, which actually gave people an inexplicable weird feeling.

After putting it on, Chen Deshui bent down again and took out a bright kitchen knife-like thing and handed it to Zhang Xiaoluo. Zhang Xiaoluo took a look, and it turned out to be a brick knife used by a mud maker to build a wall.

"Mother, I'll give you a better home!"

Chen Deshui walked towards a lonely kiln with his head down while holding a filial piety stick, and his mouth was still whimpering.

“…… This old boy is not stupid, he actually asked me to demolish the kiln door! ”

After Chen Deshui kowtowed and bowed behind the kiln door that had been tightly built with blue bricks, he turned his head to look at Zhang Xiaoluo behind him, and motioned Zhang Xiaoluo to remove the brick wall of the kiln door.

"Chen Deshui, you called me in the middle of the night to let me help you dig the grave? Whose grave is this? If I'm not mistaken, this is probably a death kiln! ”

Zhang Xiaoluo still stood motionless, staring coldly at Chen Deshui, who was dressed in filial piety.

Chen Deshui hesitated for a long time, and finally stepped back to Zhang Xiaoluo's side, bent his legs, and sat on the dirt slope next to Zhang Xiaoluo.

"Brother, you guessed it right, this is a death kiln! It's my old lady's death kiln! ”

Chen Deshui understood that if he didn't make it clear, this guy from the city would never help.

"My father died when I was very young with Detu, and it was my old lady who pulled me and Detu up with a handful of and urine, and when I grew up, I gave me a daughter-in-law, that is, Lu Xilian. At that time, I was poor, and my mother had tuberculosis, and I had no money to get medicine for my mother, so I was forced to go to find Chen Mingtang......"

Chen Deshui looked at the dark kiln door not far away and spoke in a low voice.

"I hired Xilian to Chen Mingtang, who had just died of my son at the time, as his wife, in exchange for 2,000 yuan, which was not a small amount at that time. I thought I would cure my wife and earn a few more years to redeem my daughter-in-law, but ...... But Chen Detu, who killed a thousand knives, coaxed me to take the money to the city to get medicine for my wife, but he never came back! ”

"I've been to the city to look for him, but I can't find him! Whining! ”

Zhang Xiaoluo was silent, if it is really like what Chen Deshui said, then Chen Detu should be lacking great virtue! But the ghost outside his mansion, could it be that Chen Deshui is also a person who cultivates yin and yang?

"I couldn't watch my wife starve to death, so I built this clay pot grave here. Every day, after delivering food to my mother, I would lay a brick, and then I would go into the city to find Chen Detu. After about three months, when the kiln door was half high, Chen Detu suddenly came back and built the entire kiln door tightly......"

Chen Deshui showed resentment in his eyes, staring at the kiln door and saying word by word.

"This crockpot kiln is his place of fortune! He made a fortune in the city, but I ...... He built the last brick of the kiln door! He took away the fortune that belonged to me! So, tonight I'm going to pick up the bones of my old lady, and find another treasure to get my fortune back! ”

Zhang Xiaoluo looked up at Chen Deshui's gradually distorted face, and his expression couldn't help but darken a little.

"Chen Deshui, this is the grudge between the two of you, and it has nothing to do with me. I will not disturb the graves of the dead and disturb the rest of the souls of the dead. ”

After Zhang Xiaoluo finished speaking, he ignored Chen Deshui, who seemed to be stunned, and turned around and walked towards the bottom of the dirt slope.

Chen Deshui watched Zhang Xiaoluo walk down the dirt slope, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, he seemed to watch his rolling fortune and his daughter-in-law leave with Zhang Xiaoluo.

He suddenly rolled down the dirt slope like crazy, caught up with Zhang Xiaoluo, and reached out and snatched the brick knife from Zhang Xiaoluo's hand.

"You don't do it! I'll do it myself! ”

Chen Deshui yelled at Zhang Xiaoluo, then held the brick knife, climbed up the dirt slope again, and walked towards the lonely kiln tomb. He waved the brick knife in his hand and slashed at the brick wall of the kiln door, which had been built for many years and had been slightly loosened, and actually split a small gap.

"I'll do it myself! I'll do it myself! ”

Chen Deshui muttered, waving the brick knife in his hand, brick chips splashing everywhere, and it didn't take long for him to split a hole that could barely drill people.

He threw away the brick knife, lay on the ground, pouted his ass and was about to go into the grave, but he had just put his head close to the mouth of the hole, when he suddenly screamed miserably, rolled over and fell to the ground, and there was no movement.

Zhang Xiaoluo stood on the hillside, turned his head to look at Chen Deshui, who was lying motionless at the door of the kiln, with a trace of unbearable expression on his face.

"Alas, people die for money, and birds forget for food!"