Ever since Huixiang went crazy, her family's house has been deserted.

In recent years, the rural population has grown rapidly, and the homestead in the village is not enough, so some people beat her family's old house. It's just because Huixiang is still alive, if she preempts it openly, it is tantamount to bullying the orphan girl.

After Huixiang's death, the old house was recycled by the village collective, and the Chen butcher of Shilidu spent money to buy it as soon as possible.

After buying the old house of the Huixiang family, Butcher Chen began to find someone to rebuild the house on the same day.

An old man in the village persuaded him that Huixiang had not yet broken off the seventh, and it was not appropriate to break the ground.

But where did Butcher Chen listen to this, his son is worried about building a new house.

Huixiang's old house is in a good location, sitting north and facing south, and Butcher Chen is not bad for money, so he spent a lot of money on this reconstruction and built a three-story small western-style building.

After the house was built, the family happily moved in. There is a saying in the countryside that people don't live in ghosts, and new houses usually need to be calmed down, so they will live in them with their whole family.

What's more, the construction of this three-story small western-style building has been very smooth since the beginning, and there is no evil trouble when digging the beams on the foundation, and the Chen family naturally has no scruples.

This day was the last night of Huixiang's broken seven, and Shilidu had long forgotten about it except for a few old people who remembered to burn her a piece of paper.

In the evening, Butcher Chen's family had dinner, watched TV, played with mobile phones, and rested as usual. However, early the next morning, the villagers noticed that something was wrong, and Butcher Chen, who usually got up early to sell meat, did not come out of the stall.

It happened that someone in the nearby village wanted to hold a banquet and was in a hurry to purchase, so he found Butcher Chen's house. No one answered the knock on the door, and the phone couldn't get through, and as soon as I communicated with the villagers in Shilidu, I felt that something was not quite right.

Finally, he found the village chief and led people to break in.

After entering the door, the scene was very bloody, and I vomited several times at that time.

Of the seven members of the Chen family, except for the Chen butcher, the other six were all disemboweled, and hung on the iron hooks used to kill pigs.

Butcher Chen himself was covered in blood, holding a pig-killing knife in his hand, and stood in the middle of the courtyard in a daze.

"I'm guilty, I'm damned, Huixiang was drowned in the river I pushed into the river."

Seeing someone coming in, Butcher Chen said a word in a hoarse voice.

After saying that, he cut off his neck with a knife......

When the old white ghost told me about this, the corpse poison on my body had almost been cleaned up, and I was doing recovery training in the yard.

After listening to this, I was stunned.

Although it is said that the powerful ghost is not involved in the Heavenly Dao, this is the destruction of the door after all.

Huixiang is just an ordinary woman, isn't she afraid of being beaten into the eighteenth layer of hell and never being reborn?

"Uncle Bai, does Huixiang kill Butcher Chen's entire family, does it mean that her cause and effect are over?" I asked, with a sigh in my heart.

"You're thinking too much, it's definitely not that simple." The old white ghost pondered for a long time and said.

At night, the old white ghost took me down the Yellow River.

He had said that he would wait until I recovered from my injuries before doing that big thing, but now he had to do it in advance.

Huixiang wiped out the seven members of the Chen family, and his ferocity skyrocketed, and he couldn't protect me with his ability.

That night, the moon was white and the stars were thin, and only the sound of rushing water was heard. The old white ghost and I propped up the rotten boat and went up.

The old white ghost still refused to tell me what he was going to do, but I saw that he had prepared an incense burner and candles, and I guess it should be related to the sacrifice.

"Uncle Bai, where are we going?" After about an hour of sailing, I couldn't resist asking him again.

"Xiaba Village, the ancient altar of the Yellow River."

The ancient altar of the Yellow River is the place where the feudal society pays tribute to the king of the Yellow River and puts the Yellow River Niangniang.

The ancient altar on our side is in Xiaba Village, I don't know when it was built, although no one has repaired it, but it has survived wind, rain and floods, and has never fallen.

Now the Yellow River is overflowing, and only a corner of the ancient altar is exposed. The old white ghost asked me to go up with the incense burner and candle, but he himself sat on the bow of the boat and did not move.

"Uncle Bai, now you should tell me what to do, right?"

"Worship the Yellow River Niangniang."

"What are you doing with her?"

"The woman you saw that day was the Yellow River Niangniang, and only she could save your life."

"What, Huang He Niangniang?"

The old white ghost spoke amazingly, and my mouth couldn't close in shock. No wonder the woman is not as beautiful as a mortal, but it turns out to be the mother of the Yellow River.

"You have a relationship with her, and only she can save you, don't be stunned, hurry up and incense." The old white ghost said.

Burning incense is exquisite, and there are three ghosts and four ghosts.

The Yellow River Niangniang is a ghost and wants to burn four incense sticks. The Chinese respect the left, and the three roots on the left represent heaven and earth in turn, and the fourth root represents ghosts.

At that moment, I lit four sticks of incense and inserted them into the incense burner, and began to read the sacrificial text written to me by the white old ghost.

"Yi Zhengqiankun, the beginning of the couple's humanity. Poetry Zhou Zhao, marriage is the source of kinghood. ”

"Yes, Ming Feng Qiangqiang, Bu Qichang in the fifth. The sky is scorching, and the song is good for a hundred years. Today, there is a gentleman Xie Lan, and the world is known for his ......"

I can't read it anymore.

Although I am not a top student of the Chinese department, I can also understand that this is not a sacrificial text at all, but an ancient marriage book.

Secretly, what kind of ghost is this idea, is it that I want to propose to the Yellow River Niangniang?

"Xie Lan, what are you doing in a daze, continue to read." Seeing that I stopped, the old white ghost stood on the bow of the boat and urged me.

"Uncle Bai, you won't really let me propose to Huanghe Niangniang, right?"

"Nonsense, only she can save your life, but you two have nothing to do with each other, why should people help you?"

"However, most people who marry a ghost daughter-in-law will have to lose their lives."

"Then let me ask you, do you want to be killed by Huixiang, or do you want to marry a ghost daughter-in-law? If you're not afraid of Huixiang, let's go now. ”

Thinking about Xie Guangcai, who hanged himself naked, and then thinking about the death of Butcher Chen's whole family, I immediately felt that if I could marry Huang He Niangniang, it would actually be a very good thing.

So I didn't have any more entanglement, and read the marriage book of thousands of words in one go.

After reading it, something strange happened.

For no reason, a gust of wind swept across the incense burner, and the fourth ghost incense was directly extinguished.

There are two most taboo things about burning incense, one is that the length is uneven, and the other is extinguished halfway.

The former is a bad omen, and the latter represents the insincerity of the heart, and the ghosts and gods are not accepted.

"Uncle Bai, what's going on?" I asked.

"No, it is said that Huang Heniang has looked at you before, so I shouldn't have any opinions. It must be that your kid is not sincere, light the incense, and read the marriage book again. ”

Well, I read it again, but the ghost incense was still gone.

The old white ghost frowned and pondered for a while, and asked me if there were other women in my heart, and what was left to be done.

Alas, there are some things that are usually buried in my heart, and I easily do not touch them.

I talked about a girlfriend when I was in college, she was white-skinned, beautiful and had an excellent temperament, and she was still the flower of our department. I was so affectionate with her that I lost interest in life after the breakup, so that the people in Guangzhou were not ghosts.

But no matter how unforgettable the feelings are, they can't resist the erosion of time, and after returning home this time, I already plan to change my mind and become a new person, and I almost don't think of her anymore.

I can't give her the life she wants, as she said when we broke up, I'm happy with me, but it's a bit heartbroken to marry me.

Now the old white ghost asked me if I still had any feelings left in my heart, and after thinking about it, I ripped off the pendant around my neck and threw it far into the Yellow River. This pendant is a birthday gift from her, and it's useless to keep it.

After throwing the pendant away, I went back to the marriage book, and this time it went well, and the ghost incense was not extinguished until it burned out.

"Let's go." After the incense was burned, the old white ghost beckoned me to go back.

"Uncle Bai, is this the end of it?"

"Well, Huang He Niangniang accepted your marriage letter, and then it's time to prepare for your marriage."

Marrying the Yellow River Niangniang also belongs to the yin marriage, but it is different from my relatives' family, because I am a living person and she is a ghost, and we belong to the yin and yang match. I don't need to look for her bones, I just need to put up a tablet for her.

It's just that I still don't know her name, and I don't know what to write on the tablet.

The old white ghost said that there is no need to rush this, and she will engrave her name herself when we hold the wedding.