When he fell from the cliff, Xiao Wang Tao felt like falling into the clouds, and in addition to the thick white fog in front of him, there was the slightest sound of wind in his ears.

Maybe it won't be long before you're going to be crushed, right?

Oh, it's all over!

Xiao Wang Tao closed his eyes tiredly, a kind of discouragement and disappointment that he had never felt before came to his heart, he had a premonition that his life was short, but he had no choice but to let his body slide down mercilessly.

I don't know how long this situation lasted, when the turquoise Tan water splashed two huge waves, Xiao Wang Tao completely fainted......

In a remote village in the north, two fishermen caught a half-grown child when they were fishing in the river.

When the young boy was dragged to the boat, he looked like a man who had been dead for a long time, his face was blue, his lips were white, and his body was full of life.

During the rainy summer season, when a young child drowned while playing in the river, the two fishermen thought that the child might be the youngest son of a family in the village, and they might as well take him to the shore for the villagers to identify.

If anyone claims the body, they will carry it back and dispose of it themselves, but if no one claims it, they will have to find a barren mountain and bury it on the spot.

Two villagers carried the children to the shore and spread the news, and in a short time almost all the people in the village arrived.

But what is strange is that all the villagers did not recognize the drowning child, everyone agreed that this child was not the child of the villagers, everyone discussed for a while, and finally decided to carry the body of the child of unknown origin to the barren mountain and bury it.

Several young and strong men in the village were about to carry the child's body away, when an old villager suddenly came out and interrupted their movements.

Everyone looked at it for a while, and they could already see that this old villager was an old man who was called Uncle Zhang by everyone.

It is rumored that he was a tomb robber when he was young, and later reformed and followed a strange man to learn a few medical skills and evil spirits, and began a wandering career in the world, until he was old enough to settle in this soil village.

This old man has traveled all over the world and is well-informed, and if the villagers usually encounter any tricky things, they will invite this old Uncle Zhang to help.

To say that this old Uncle Zhang is really a weird person, not only is he over half a hundred years old and not married, but even the place where he lives is so different.

Because his current residence is an abandoned mountain temple on the north mountainside.

There are two towering trees growing in front of its door, and at night or on rainy days, the branches and leaves will rattle, giving people an eerie feeling.

The villagers will only take the initiative to come to the door when they have something to ask for, and it should be said that in normal times, these villagers would never dare to go to the gloomy mountain temple and disturb this strange old man.

Now that everyone saw that Uncle Zhang came uninvited, they suddenly felt that they had a backbone, so they surrounded him and asked questions.

"Old Uncle Zhang! Can you figure out which family this little doll is from? ”

"Old Uncle Zhang, you said that this little doll drowned at a young age, will he turn into a ghost and ask for his life?"

"Uncle Zhang, why did you stop us from burying this little doll?"

Old Uncle Zhang was surrounded by everyone, and they kept chattering and asking, so he felt very upset, waved his hand at everyone, and said seriously: "Listen to me first, the reason why I didn't let everyone bury this little doll indiscriminately is because this child still has a glimmer of life, and he is not dead yet." ”

The crowd was skeptical, but they all closed their mouths in interest, and several young men carried the little doll that seemed to be dead in front of them, and followed Uncle Zhang to his residence.

Everyone blocked a small mountain temple tightly, and no one wanted to be the first to leave here, maybe curiosity was at work, everyone wanted to see if Uncle Zhang could come back to life, and how he treated the little doll.

Old Uncle Zhang looked at the unconscious little doll lying on a broken bamboo mat, and the expression on his face became more and more serious.

He is like this, he usually doesn't talk much, and when he encounters more difficult things, he talks even less.

So everyone can guess from his demeanor that this time the matter is probably not so simple.

Old Uncle Zhang stretched out his hand and probed under Xiao Wang Tao's nose, and then kept looking around him, and when he saw that there was no problem on the front, he turned Xiao Wang Tao over again.

After this flip, Old Uncle Zhang immediately noticed that something was wrong, only to see a crimson wooden sword stuck in his neck, and there was still half a green charm on his back.

"What is this?"

Old Uncle Zhang's eyes widened, and he looked at the wooden sword and the charm in a daze: What does this mean? Could it be that this is an evil spell similar to puppet manipulation?

However, isn't it common to use this evil method with a scarecrow or a paper figure instead?

It was the first time he had seen it in the form of a living sacrifice, and he was faintly uneasy, and even a little panicked.

Old Uncle Zhang sighed, turned around and took a burning red candle and an extremely sharp and thin blade from the altar of the broken temple, and came to Xiao Wang Tao again.

Secretly urging the true qi of the body protector, he quickly pulled out the red wooden sword and half of the green spell on Xiao Wang Tao's neck, and then retreated to the side and stood still.

The moment the wooden sword was taken out, the wound on the neck not only had black blood slowly flowing out, but also emitted an extremely unpleasant stench.

Not to mention the disgusting stench, it spread extremely fast, enveloping the entire mountain temple in just a moment.

Everyone was really unbearable, and they withdrew from the mountain temple one after another, leaving only Uncle Zhang alone in the house to heal the unconscious boy.

The mountain temple, which had just been overcrowded, suddenly returned to its former desertion, and Old Uncle Zhang didn't care about these at all, but concentrated on baking the blade back and forth on the candle flame.

It wasn't until the blade turned red that he clamped it with a small pair of tweezers, and then began to use it to scrape off the rotten flesh and poisonous juice attached to the bones.

After treating the wound, Xiao Wang Tao was briefly bandaged, and then asked the villagers who were hiding not far outside to boil a bowl of herbs.

After explaining this, Uncle Zhang returned to the temple and got a papier-mâché white spirit card, wrote a line of small characters on it with cinnabar, and placed it in the center of the shrine.

After that, Uncle Zhang was facing the god platform, and he began to close his eyes and pinch the gods, and the gods babbled and recited a spell that was quite confusing.

It didn't take long for the candle flame in the mountain temple to extinguish without wind, and then there was a burst of crying from behind Old Uncle Zhang.

After listening carefully, Uncle Zhang heard that it was a woman's voice, and slowly turned around to look back, only to see a woman in red standing in front of Xiao Wang Tao.

The woman looked at Xiao Wang Tao motionlessly in a daze, and Old Uncle Zhang took advantage of this time to hurriedly burn the white spirit card on the altar.

As the last wisps of soot fell, the figure of the woman in red gradually dissipated.

"Whew!"

Seeing this, Uncle Zhang quietly wiped a handful of cold sweat, turned around and lit three sticks of incense in the incense burner on the altar, and after bowing three times, he slowly walked to Xiao Wang Tao to check his condition.