Master Huo looked at the sword in amazement, and his expression was complicated.

Cui Yue looked at it in his eyes, the more he twitched, the more he couldn't see through it, who was this sloppy ghost?

"Master Huo, this glasses freak, no, do you know that Qingquan Dao Chief?"

"I don't know!"

"So, then why are you so interested in this sword?"

"Nothing. It's just that many years ago, it had a little relationship with Taibai Xianmen. ”

Master Huo said lightly, his tone was as flat as water, and suddenly his face sank, and he stared at Cui Yue and sneered.

"Your own life is in danger, and you still come to Shangwan Village to wade through this troubled water!"

"Me?"

Cui Yue was confused for a while, and he couldn't tell what was wrong with him now.

Master Huo stopped talking, and his face changed a few times.

"Cui Yue! Are you coming over quickly? ”

Zhang Hao seemed to have discovered a new continent and hurriedly greeted.

"We'll talk about it later!"

After Master Huo said this, he entered the mourning hall without looking back.

Zhang Hao mysteriously pulled Cui Yue to the side room in the previous courtyard where the ghost in Tsing Yi was enshrined!

Cui Yue's face was full of doubts, and he didn't know what kind of moth this Zhang Hao was out of.

"Look, take a closer look."

Cui Yue took a closer look, and a strange scene happened.

I saw that everything in the hut was the same, except for the embroidered shoe on the altar that turned into a mass of carbonized ashes, and at the slightest touch, the whole thing would turn into dust.

"How so?"

Cui Yue asked with wide eyes.

"How do I know, it's like this when I look at it. Do you think it's because you swallowed the female ghost, so the thing possessed by the female ghost's body also dissipated. ”

Zhang Hao's analysis is serious.

"Swallow your head, it's obvious that Lao Tzu is up and down with a knife, and the result is that skinless and faceless thing."

"Okay, the sky is high and you can blow it."

Cui Yue suddenly remembered something, yes! That old grandmother at the entrance of the village! I'll be sure to ask her about it this time.

"Housheng boy, don't look for it, I know what you want to ask, I'm already here!"

As soon as Cui Yue turned around, sure enough, the old woman at the entrance of the village was standing in front of the mourning hall with a complicated expression.

Everyone gathered around the old woman, including Xiaofeng, and they all wanted to understand what was the nightmare that had haunted the hearts of the whole village for many years?

It never began, and it never ended.

The old woman's real name is Chen Bailian, she is over 80 years old this year, she is a native of Shangwan Village, and her ancestors have lived here for generations.

The old woman put down the cane in her hand and sat down in front of the hall, falling into deep memories.

I remember that year, I seemed to be nine years old, and I liked to go down to the river with a few friends in the village to play and fish, and as soon as we ran down the river beach that day, we found a lot of strange things washed down from the upstream water, and a few big boxes were piled up on the shallows.

A few of us thought that the ancient tomb was washed away by the water from the mountain, and the treasures in the tomb were rushed out, so we hurriedly ran home to report the news.

Before noon, the beach of the river was full of people, and almost all the men, women and children in the village came, smashing the wooden box open, who knew that it was not any gold, silver and jewelry, but some theatrical equipment from the stage team, and some gongs, drums, suona and the like, there were a lot of them.

The adults in the village estimated that the stage troupe happened to be washed away by the heavy water when they passed upstream, so these things would be washed down the river. Since it was an ownerless thing, everyone rushed up and snatched these things away, and some even had conflicts because they didn't grab them.

The strange thing happened from that day, in the middle of the night, the whole village heard a woman singing Qin dialect at the entrance of the village, and some brave people ran out to see it without believing in evil, but they were all frightened, saying that there was a female ghost wearing a costume and singing Qin dialect at the entrance of the village, and the terrible thing was that the female ghost had nothing on her face, only an empty face!

At first, everyone didn't believe it, but then a few brave young adults made an appointment together, wanting to drive the female ghost out of the village, who knew that the next day they all fell ill and almost lost half their lives.

The female ghost sang the Qin dialect day and night on the stone mill at the entrance of the village, and after a long time, everyone in the village was panicked, and no one rushed out of the door, and the lights in the house did not dare to go out.

Only then did everyone realize that they had picked up something unclean, and hurriedly threw away all the things they had picked up on the river beach that day, but the strange thing was that no matter how they were thrown, that thing would definitely appear on your desk the next day.

Everyone is very scared in their hearts, some families really have no choice but to secretly burn those things, but what is even more terrifying is that anyone who burns the things they picked up will die violently the next day!

Now everyone was really panicked, and hurriedly went to find Mr. Yin and Yang in Shili and Eight Townships, hoping to get rid of this female ghost. But who knows, the previous Mr. Yin and Yang invited all died immediately that night, and gradually no Mr. Yin and Yang dared to come to Shangwan Village.

After a long time, this is not the way, some people are desperate, so they want to escape from the village, but this female ghost does not know what curse to cast, just refuse to let us go, all the men who escaped are seriously ill, and within a few years, all of them are dead.

Now there is no way for everyone to do anything, all day long, the whole village is trapped here waiting for death, no one can escape, and no stranger is willing to enter Shangwan Village.

At that time, my second brother was the gentleman of the village, and he was also a little famous in the village, and he knew that if this continued, I was afraid that the whole village would be destroyed. So I thought of a way that was not a way, and it was also the right to be a dead horse and a live horse doctor, and some of the things picked up by the farmers' homes were enshrined, and there were a lot of incense offerings, which was strange to say, since the fight, the village was peaceful for a while, and the female ghost never came out day and night to make trouble.

The big guys saw that it worked, so they followed suit, set up offering tables at home, and offered all the things they picked up.

Later, a few rules were probably summed up, one of which was that each household should offer the things they had picked up. Second, the worship can only be carried out in the courtyard of one's own house, and cannot be taken out of Shangwan Village. Third, this kind of worship is passed down from generation to generation, as long as there are men in the family, don't think about breaking this curse. Finally, and most crucially, no matter who dies, the female ghost will definitely appear and take the soul of the dead. In order to protect their own safety, there is no way at all.

Since then, our village has followed such rules until now, and all strangers who do not follow the rules or stay overnight will be taken away by the female ghost, and the little one will be seriously ill and the big one will die. I don't know how many injustices have been created in the past few decades.

When the old woman spoke of urgency, she tapped the ground with her cane, and the old tears were all over her eyes.

Several people present listened to this story, and they all felt incredible, it turned out that this was the biggest secret of Shangwan Village, and everyone was silent for a while, which spanned decades of grievances, but it was mixed with too many joys and sorrows.