There is a legend in my hometown called "ghost shaving head", whenever the head is touched by a ghost, the longevity of the yang will be reduced by half a year, I am not sure if the person who touched my head just now is a ghost, but that hand is too cold, definitely not like a living person's hand.

I got a little nervous and whispered, "Azanji...... Azangi ......"

I shouted twice, but no one answered me, and the room was very quiet, except for the sound of me swallowing saliva.

I carefully touched the bed, turned on the mobile phone lighting software, there was nothing in the room except the bed and a set of bedding, not only Lao Qiao was gone, even Azangi didn't know where to go, I walked lightly to the door, and found that the door lock had been opened, and it was dark outside the gate, and there was a "few ...... in the yard Every few ......".

I slowly opened the gate, at this time a cold wind came to my face, the mountain wind was as cold as a knife, blowing my bones cold, I unconsciously shivered, raised the phone, only to find a person squatting in the corner of the yard, holding a rusty wood knife, was stiffly on the whetstone.

The firewood knife in his hand was polished brightly, and the sound of "every few minutes" just now should have come from the whetstone.

I breathed a sigh of relief, this back is Lao Qiao's, he doesn't sleep in the middle of the night, how could he run to the corner of the courtyard to sharpen his knife? I don't know how to light a candle on a dark day, and my back looks weird.

I shouted, "Old Joe, have you seen Azanji?" ”

Old Joe only cared about sharpening his knife and didn't respond to me at all.

I already felt that something was wrong, so I unconsciously grabbed a wooden stick in my hand and slowly leaned towards Lao Qiao's back.

One, two, two, three......

The distance was getting closer and closer, and I noticed the obvious yin qi restlessness in Lao Qiao, he suddenly turned his face away, a cold smile hung on the corner of his crooked mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "What are you doing here, go back quickly!" ”

I shook the stick in my hand, and I was so frightened that I almost threw it away, but Old Joe's eyes would not roll, and he looked at my hand, so I had to slowly retreat, and put the stick in the corner where I could reach it.

I pretended to be calm, "Old Joe, it's getting late, why don't you sleep?" ”

Old Joe "giggled" twice, rolled his eyes up, revealing a pair of white eyes, he staggered to his feet, walked to the door on tiptoe, his face full of green tendons twitched unnaturally, and viciously held the firewood knife and slammed it on the threshold.

"Click!"

The threshold shattered, and Lao Qiao cursed viciously while cutting the threshold, "Lao Tzu asked you to build the threshold so high, let you build so high......"

The man who often does farm work has a lot of strength in his hands, and Lao Qiao cut down the threshold in a few strokes, he "giggled" at the threshold and sneered, rolled his eyes and turned it up again, and then walked to the chicken shed in the small courtyard on tiptoe.

There were two egg-laying hens in the chicken shed, which should be the only thing that Lao Qiao's family could sell for money, but I saw Lao Qiao walking towards the chicken shed with a bright kitchen knife and cutting down the chicken coop fence with a knife.

The strange thing is that the two hens didn't hide, they were so frightened that they shrunk into a ball and squatted in the corner, Lao Qiao "hehe" smiled, reached out and grabbed a hen, and wiped it on the hen's neck with a firewood knife, and suddenly the blood flowed, Lao Qiao showed greedy eyes, two green eyes flashed straight out, and bit the broken strength of the dead chicken, greedily sucking it.

I was already sweating with fright, my back was pressed against the wall, I was dumbfounded at this scene, and when I was about to speak, a hand suddenly stretched out from my side, and covered my mouth at once, I instinctively struggled, and Azanji's voice sounded in my ears, "Don't move......"

I immediately relaxed my fists, slowly turned to look at Azanji who appeared behind me, and there was a person next to me, my nervous mood was fully relieved, and then I breathed a sigh of relief and asked in a low voice, "What is Old Joe doing here?" ”

Azanji's Hmong language has improved a lot, and he whispered to me, "Mountain Spirit ......"

I shook my lips, "Just kidding, is there such a coincidence?" ”

Azanji sank his face, shook his head slowly, and said, "It's not a coincidence, Lao Qiao's collision with evil caused the yang soul to be unstable, and he was possessed by ghosts and suppressed his yang energy, so the mountain spirit will take advantage of the weakness to enter, and this mountain spirit must have an enmity with him!" ”

Seeing that Azanji said so firmly, I became curious, I always heard people say "mountain spirit wild charm", I have never seen what it looks like, and whispered to Azanji, "Do you have a way to make the mountain spirit current?" ”

Azanji frowned and said you want to see it?

I swallowed, nodded, and said, "Think, if you're embarrassed, forget it." ”

"It's not a bummer, it's just a little troublesome, and we'll just follow him later." ”

I couldn't sleep tonight anyway, so I agreed without thinking too much about it.

At this time, Lao Qiao had already drunk the blood of the hen, turned around and walked outside the gate, I exchanged glances with Azanji, and chose to follow without hesitation, only to see Lao Qiao go straight to the direction of the back mountain, walking faster and faster, and the footsteps were like floating.

Azanji and I had to pick up our pace.

After running for about ten minutes, Lao Qiao stopped in front of a pile of dirt gangs, he bowed to the ground with his knees weak, and kept kowtowing to the earth gangs, his head was already bleeding, but the kowtowing sound never stopped.

I pointed to Old Joe's back, "Do you want to stop him?" I'm afraid I'll have a concussion if I knock it down again. ”

Azanji shook his head and said, "No, it should stop after a while." ”

After knocking for about two minutes, Old Joe stopped, stood up numbly, turned and walked towards another forest, his face was stiff, he always had a dull smile, his limbs were stiff, and his back was straight, as if he was fixed to an invisible plank.

I whispered, "Do you want to follow?" ”

Azanji pointed to the pile of loess, "Don't you want to see what's buried in the loess?" ”

I hesitated, "But it will take a lot of time to dig the pit, and if you delay it any longer, Old Joe will be lost." ”

Azanji thought for a moment, nodded and said, "Okay, let's let Old Joe stop first." ”

After speaking, Azanji walked quickly to Lao Qiao, he had already felt a handful of warp threads in his hand, he put his hands together, and recited two sentences in a low voice, and Lao Qiao, who was walking in front, suddenly straightened his back, and his body trembled, as if he was convulsive.

I tiptoed towards Old Joe, and was just halfway closer, only to see Old Joe suddenly roar, and a yellow air flow burst out of his mouth, and in the blink of an eye he jumped into the grass at the edge of the woods, and Old Joe crooked and staggered down.

"Old Joe!" I burst into a shout and hurriedly ran to the front to pull someone, Azanji moved faster than me, and actually swooped into the grass, only to see Azanji's body prostrate on the ground, his hands stretched straight forward into the grass, as if he had dragged something, and his elbows trembled vigorously.

I shouted, "Azanji, what is it?" ”

Azanji turned around and was about to speak, when suddenly there was a "poof" sound in the grass, a loud fart sound, and then Azanji began to scream, he covered his nose with his hands and rolled on the ground, beating his chest and feet as if it was in pain.

I trembled with fear and rushed to Azanji, "What's wrong with you...... Hold the grass! ”

Halfway through speaking, I covered my nose and wailed.