"That's because this fog is formed by resentment and yin energy, of course it will have an impact on people, but it is not fatal, why is the boss so jealous?" Jiang Qiao remembered what the boss had been unwilling to tell the truth before.

"It's not fatal, but if you stay in this fog for a long time, it will have a physical and psychological impact on people, and I guess that's why they're scared." Jiang Li said lightly.

"Also, I thought of a question on the way here, Tumi was killed by the evil spirits in this village when he came to this village, what about the villagers? Are you all right? If the evil spirits in this village want to kill people, shouldn't these villagers be the first to kill? How can you say that it is closer? Mao Daxin held his chin with his fingers and wondered.

"There's another question, there was no fog when we came last night, this fog was only this morning, but depending on what the boss means, this fog should have been here for a long time, what the hell is going on?" Jiang Qiao also raised the question in his heart.

"There are too many mysteries here, let's figure out what is wrong first, and the other problems should be solved." Jiang Li said as he looked at the door with his eyes.

Sure enough, the boss came back out of breath.

"The village chief wants to see the master." The boss didn't stand on his feet, so he pulled Jiang Li and walked out.

"What about us? If we don't go, the master won't go, we are a team, a ghost hunting team. Mao Daxin was in a hurry, the boss was going to leave them and take Jiang Li away like this, he would never agree.

The boss glanced at Jiang Li's cold and detached expression, and gritted his teeth: "Okay, let's go together, don't talk nonsense when you go." ”

The boss took Jiang Li and his party to another round tulou, these tulou not only have similar appearances, but also have similar heights, except for the tallest square tulou, the others are not clear at all. So, they lost their way in the morning, and if it weren't for the little balls, they would almost be goofs.

"This is the village chief."

An old man in his 80s, dressed in a blue shirt and black shoes, sat in an open space on the first floor of the tulou, like the boss, sitting in a rocking chair smoking a dry cigarette, and there was a pot of tea and a radio on the small table next to him.

The boss walked up to him, his attitude was quite respectful, he bent down and whispered a few words to the village chief, who looked Jiang Li up and down and nodded. Mao Daxin stabbed Jiang Qiao on the side: "What did they say?" ”

"It's in tongues, who knows?!" Jiang Qiao replied.

The village chief sat up straight, said a dialect to Jiang Li, several people looked at each other, Jiang Li showed a confused look, and the boss hurriedly explained on the side: "Our village chief can't speak Mandarin, I will translate it to you, and he asked you where you came from and why you came to our village." ”

"We are from Jiangcheng City, we are here to travel, we think this village is very beautiful, and we hope to live here for a while." Mao Daxin stepped forward and replied.

The village chief stared at Mao Daxin for a while, and then said a dialect to the boss, Lao An's expression changed greatly after hearing this, and he asked Mao Daxin: "Are you a policeman?" ”

Jiang Qiao glanced at Mao Daxin's back in surprise, but Mao Daxin said unhurriedly: "Although I am a policeman, I am on vacation now, and I just come out to travel, is there anything wrong?" ”

The boss repeated Mao Daxin's words to the village chief, but the village chief didn't say anything more, he looked at Jiang Li with interest, and the boss hurriedly and respectfully told him that this was the master of dispelling the fog. The village chief asked the boss to ask, "Are you really 108 years old?" ”

Jiang Li nodded nondeniably.

The village chief laughed, and said a lot, which made several people laugh, and looked at the boss with a puzzled face, and the boss also laughed, and said, "Guess how old the village chief is." ”

Jiang Qiao glanced at the village chief with goosebumps, and blurted out: "The village chief looks like he is about sixty or seventy, and it is when he is old and strong." Mao Daxin glanced at her, full of disdain: He really knows how to make sycophants, this is obviously an old man in his eighties.

The boss shook his head with a smile and said, "I will be 110 years old next year." ”

"110 years old?" Several people exclaimed in surprise at the same time, and even Jiang Li's eyes widened in surprise, he couldn't see that this was still a longevity village?

"The village chief can live to such a long age, then... The fog in the village is not harmful to the human body, why are you so afraid? What happened to this fog? Jiang Qiao turned his heart sideways and straightforwardly clarified his doubts.

Sure enough, as soon as this topic was mentioned, the boss's face changed greatly, he looked at the village chief carefully, fortunately, the village chief's face was as usual, and he was not angry because of this, maybe it was because of Jiang Li's relationship, the village chief thought about it, and whispered to the boss for a while, and the boss said: "This matter, the village chief actually wants to ask Master Jiang for help, give the villagers who died a degree, and let them go on the road with peace of mind." ”

"They? Does that mean more than one? Mao Daxin asked rhetorically.

The boss looked back at the village chief's face and said cautiously, "Uh... Something went wrong... ”

Mao Daxin looked at the boss's face and knew that it was better to ask less in front of the village chief, so he responded for Jiang Li: "Okay, it's just a trivial matter." ”

The boss was overjoyed and said, "The fog has cleared, and I will prepare for the funeral tomorrow." ”

"No problem, report to us." Mao Daxin patted his chest and swore an oath.

Jiang Qiao looked at Mao Daxin's confident appearance, and knew that he must have a back hand.

Sure enough, as soon as he returned to the boss, Mao Daxin retorted: "If you don't tell us the specific things, we can't go over." If it really doesn't work, then we will ask the village ourselves, and we will have to trouble the boss to make us a translator. ”

"You ... You bastards, tease me, don't you, what the hell do you want to know, say. "The boss is angry.

"Boss, tell us first, what's so strange about this fog?" Mao Daxin saw that his plan had succeeded, so he moved a chair and sat down unhurriedly, ready to chat with the boss slowly.

The boss saw Mao Daxin's posture, until he would not give up so easily, so he had to sit down too, sighed and replied: "It's not that this fog is weird, it's that the fog before is weird." ”

"The fog before?" Jiang Qiao wondered.

"This has to start from more than eighty years ago, I told you before that we have a dragon god here, and it's true." The boss said.

"Dragon God? Is there really a dragon god? Has anyone seen it? Jiang Qiaoqi said.

"Everyone who has seen it is dead, this dragon god, every few years he will wake up from the bottom of the bride's pool, and then swim to the shore to eat people, if you want to appease his anger, you can only send a girl to him as a bride." The boss said.

The story ... Why is it so much like Hebo marrying?

Jiang Qiao glanced at Ah Moon and Mao Daxin, the two of them obviously felt this way, only Jiang Li listened with relish, and kept urging the boss to continue.

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