There was a power outage in Qinjia Village.

By 10 o'clock in the evening, it was already dark, and only the light of lanterns and candles was left in every house.

The custom of Qinjia Village, from the first day of the new year to the seventh day of the new year, is not closed at night, and in each door, there is a table with candy and meals.

Sugar is given to the children who visit the door, which means that the coming year will be sweet and sweet. Most of the dishes are steamed bowls, all of which are filled with incense, which is offered to the ghosts and gods passing by, implying prosperity.

This scene, Qin Liang has seen it since he was a child, but there is no day when it is as terrifying as today.

In every house, only the lantern at the door swayed in the air, deserted, and even a faint mist rose on the ground.

"Erming! Father! Brother-in-law! Light snow? Aren't they all there??? ”

Qin Liang was screaming loudly, and there was no fire in the house.

The mist gradually filled his ankles like dry ice, as if he had stepped into a puddle of water, and Qin Liang's voice echoed over the village, making it even more silent.

"Brother...... There was a power outage, did they go out? What's going on? ”

Qin Liang shrunk his neck, feeling the cold wind seeping into people, and the unusually village made him a little panicked, especially when he took out his mobile phone to dial, and the phone actually prompted that he was not in the service area.

Qin Kun sniffed the air while looking suspiciously at the courtyards on both sides.

Indeed, the village was too quiet, there was no rooster or dog barking, Qin Kun squinted, and a possibility rose in his heart: If it wasn't for the disappearance of others, I am afraid that he and Qin Liang had disappeared.

Here it is...... Underworld?

Walking through several courtyards in a row, all the doors were open, and there was no one at all.

Qin Kun took advantage of Qin Liang's inattention, flipped his palm, and added six pole array flags, which were inserted on the ground in the arrangement of the six stars of the Southern Dipper.

Everywhere Tianyan could see, only the door of one house was closed, and Qin Kun whispered: "I'd rather break the yin and yang wall than leave the surviving!" ”

After speaking, Yang Qi injected into his right foot and stepped on the door of the house fiercely.

Array Scroll: Formation Breaking Technique!

The fragile wooden door could not withstand kicking at all, and when I stepped down, the wooden door cracked in response to the sound, and the gate fell.

"Who doesn't have long eyes, dare to kick my door!!"

Well?

Yang people?

Qin Kun was stunned, this door was not a yin and yang wall?

The man walked out of the room scolding, sloppy and sloppy, carrying a paper figure and a pair of scissors in his hand.

When the man saw Qin Kun and the others, he was also very surprised: "Liangzi, this is ...... Kunzi? Why did you two get in? ”

Qin Kun could understand that the other party was asking, 'Why did you two come in', obviously he knew what was going on here.

Qin Liang said unexpectedly: "Uncle Donglei? ”

Qin Donglei, the adopted son picked up by the third grandfather, Qin Donglei and the third grandfather's children have not been harmonious, after the third grandfather died, the woodland, fish pond, orchard or something was divided by several children, and Qin Donglei was left with an old house. In order to make a living, Qin Donglei went to the wreath shop in the town as an apprentice at a young age, and later found that the white business in the village was better than that in the town, so he stayed in the village, and some white things in ten miles and eight towns would be handled by Qin Donglei.

Qin Donglei married a daughter-in-law when he was young, he was mentally ill, and the child he gave birth to was also a little stupid, Qin Kun remembered that he often bullied his son when he was a child, and for a while, he felt that he hadn't seen him for many years.

"Uncle Donglei, why are you here, where are the people in the village?"

Qin Liang said, a wooden young man ran out of the room, the young man was honest and stocky, obviously in his 20s, he still had snot, looked at Qin Liang and grinned: "Liangzi!" ”

When he looked at Qin Kun again, a flash of fear flashed in his eyes, and he pulled the corner of Qin Donglei's clothes: "Dad, he beat me!" ”

Qin Donglei was helpless, pushed his son away and said, "That was more than ten years ago, go back to the house and watch!" ”

Qin Kun was a little embarrassed, this is his cousin Qin Daman, when he was a child, he had a New Year, and he found that he was bullying Qin Xue and was beaten by Qin Kun, and he actually remembered it until now.

Daman didn't want to enter the house, and said loudly: "I'm afraid in the house!" Dad, you go back with me! ”

Qin Donglei didn't pay attention to Daman anymore, but looked at Qin Kun and the others: "Kunzi, Liangzi, where did you two come from?" Forget it, no matter where you two came from, give me a hurry back. ”

Qin Donglei took out two tied paper figures, the paper figures more than one meter high, after putting on the glasses, there was some cross-eyed, but it was not so ridiculous, but it was a little evil, Qin Donglei opened the scissors and said: "You cut your fingers, and the blood dripped on the paper figures, quickly." ”

Qin Liang found that Qin Donglei was suspicious today, and actually said some inexplicable words, and laughed dumbly: "Uncle Donglei, what are you doing?" What about the people in the village? Where have they gone? ”

The light of the lantern was very dim, and Qin Donglei's house did not have a table for dinner, so there were two less candles at the door, which was much darker than the light of ordinary people's homes, Qin Donglei waved his hand and said: "I don't have time to explain to you, hurry up, either listen to me or leave, don't harm me." ”

Qin Kun looked at the two paper figures and Qin Donglei's actions suspiciously, felt a little interesting, and said, "Liangzi, listen to Uncle Donglei, it's a handstroke." ”

"Huh? Brother, it hurts so much, don't you ......."

"You've been stabbed in the Imperial Immortal Court, and your arms are tattooed, and you're still afraid of pain?"

"Ten fingers to heart!"

"Cowardice!"

Qin Kun ignored Qin Liang's confession, pinched Qin Liang's finger and slashed the scissors blade, blood flowed out, dripping into the paper figure, Qin Donglei suddenly made a move, and pushed towards Qin Liang suddenly, Qin Liang sat on the ground in the fog, and disappeared?!

"Kunzi, it's your turn."

Qin Kun put away his stunned gaze and smiled at Qin Donglei: "Uncle Donglei, who did you learn from this hand?" ”

"I can't say, and you can't ask. Our village has suffered evil for some reason today, and has been hated by the big guys, so you should go back quickly, just get together. ”

Qin Donglei spoke bitterly, but seeing that Qin Kun was indifferent, he couldn't help but be a little annoyed.

"Kunzi, can't you go back, give me the right words, if you don't reply to me, can you reply?"

Qin Kun didn't answer, but asked curiously, "Uncle Donglei, what is your relationship with Taichang Street?" ”

Qin Donglei, who was annoyed, was suddenly stunned.

Taichang Street!

This name, since I learned the craft and left, I haven't heard anyone mention it for a long time.

"Five grains and six animals are sacrificed to the underworld, and nine corpses welcome the true immortals! Taichang Street Outer Gate Paper Horse Maker, Qin Donglei. Kunzi, you are ......"

Taichang Street is exactly the name of the 'priest' to the outside world, just like Douzong calls himself 'Kuishan', Candle Sect calls himself 'Seven Star Palace', and the judge calls himself 'Yin Yang Temple'.

Seriously, those who report to the door of Taichang Street are all disciples of the outer sect of the sacrifice family.

Qin Donglei turned out to be a disciple of the priest?

"Huangquan Tianfu is nine times, and nine mountains and nine rivers are the same in the world."

After Qin Kun finished speaking, Qin Donglei was stunned and was very surprised: "I just said what kind of work you are doing in the city, why no one in the Qin family knows." It turned out to be a funeral home? ”

Qin Donglei couldn't have imagined that his own junior would have a drunken guest?

The two of them stared at each other, the tension eased slightly, and they suddenly laughed.

"Last year, Qin Pingyuan's daughter, you cured it?"

"Hmm."

"I'll just say! bumped into the Yellow Skin Immortal, and someone actually took this cause and effect, you are really a noble person of Qin Pingyuan's family. That dog's temper has really accumulated virtue for eight lifetimes, and I thought that his family Qin Ni was going to die last year. ”

"Uncle Dong Lei has also seen Qin Ni?"

"Well, when I didn't have anything to eat before, my fifth father took me in for a while, and his granddaughter had an accident, and I had to go and see. But I can't deal with that yellow-skinned fairy. So I went to the county seat last year and went to find my master. When I came back with Master, I found that Qin Ni was fine, and I didn't tell them anything. I didn't expect you to cure it. ”

Don't mention last year's incident, Qin Kun said bluntly: "What's going on this year?" ”

Qin Donglei took a cigarette in his mouth and said crookedly: "It's not that your father made an orchard, dug up the coffin of the town, and got out of the three stiffs." ”