This move frightened Qing Cen, and he hurriedly pushed Long Xuanling's hand away.

"It's really contagious, and a lot of people have died in the village." Qing Cen looked at Long Xuanling's fingers in fear, as if he thought that Long Xuanling would also be infected.

"It's not an infectious disease, his pulse is normal." After Long Xuanling finished speaking, he looked around the room: "It should be entangled by something." ”

"Ahh

The old man outside seemed to have heard what Long Xuanling said, and immediately came in, saying a bunch of local words, and his expression was still very excited.

We were confused when we listened, and Qingcen on the side also opened his eyes wide and looked at the old man.

Seeing that Qingcen didn't help explain, the old man raised his hand, but was held by Chai Shao.

But Qingcen was still frightened and took a few steps back, shrunk to the corner of the wall, and then said to us: "Gen Ye'er said that the village had invited the jumping god to come here to skip and go to bad luck, but it was useless, the people in the village still died one after another. ”

As soon as Qing Cen finished speaking, the old man spoke again.

"Gen Ye'er asked, are you dancing gods, can you see dirty things." Qingcen looked at a few of us and asked suspiciously.

Chai Shao nodded: "We are demon hunters. ”

As soon as these words came out, the old man immediately stretched out his big rough hand and grabbed Chai Shao's wrist, he was very excited, and he couldn't stop talking.

And just as we were confused, a man with a basket on his back walked in.

This man's appearance is somewhat similar to the old man, he should be the son of the old man, about thirty years old, and he is much better dressed than the old man and Qing Cen.

As soon as the man came in, he naturally spat on the ground and took a mouthful of phlegm.

Then, he put down his basket and talked to his father for a while, presumably asking who we were, and after listening to his father's explanation, the man smiled at us.

"Since you are staying overnight, then you can rest here, and after two days, the end of the village can go out, and then you can go." The man spoke with a thick accent, but we could understand it.

After speaking, the man looked at Qing Cen again: "Why don't you hurry up and prepare for food?" ”

"Hmm." Qing Cen hurriedly ran out of the house to prepare food.

The man gave the uncle the tobacco leaves, and took out the cigarette gun to lend it to them, but the uncle refused them.

The man crouched down on the threshold and smoked a dry cigarette.

While smoking, he also looked at us: "My father said, what are you?" Demon Hunter? It's the same as the dancing god, isn't it? ”

"Almost." Chai Shao frowned and looked at the man.

The man took out a big puff of cigarette and looked at us: "Then do you see what is wrong with this village?" ”

"Yin Qi is heavy." Chai Shao replied.

"Hmph, eight people have died, can the yin qi not be heavy?" After the man finished speaking, he shook his head: "It's that broom star, after she died, there were one after another dead people in the village." ”

"Broom Star?" I looked at the man suspiciously.

The man raised his hand and pointed to the nameless tablet.

"My aunt, not a broom star!" Qing Cen, who had always been docile, suddenly shouted.

The old man raised his hand and was about to fight, but the little uncle and they hurriedly protected Qingcen behind him.

The man also glared at Qing Cen: "It's not a broom star?" Then take a look, what has she done to this family? ”

After the man finished speaking, he knocked on the cigarette gun, and his mouth began to count Qingcen's mother.

From what he said, we learned that Qingcen's mother was abducted and trafficked to the village by traffickers when she fled the famine.

The old Han's family spent all their belongings, bought Qingcen's mother, and gave the old man's eldest son, who is now lying in bed "seriously ill", as his wife, and asked her to give birth to a family heirloom.

But as a result, she was pitted by the trafficker, and this woman named Yin Rongpei actually had one in her stomach.

When I found out, my stomach was already bulging, and I was going to fight, and there was no food to eat in this family, where would I have spare money to support other people's children.

But the midwife said that the fetus is already too big, and if it is forcibly aborted, it may not be able to keep such a big one.

In the end, there was no choice but to give birth, and I had to raise it.

What this man said should be Qingcen, no wonder they have such a bad attitude towards Qingcen.

"My eldest brother is a stupid and good person, and he has nothing to say to the two of them, but since the woman gave birth to the money-losing goods, she can't give birth to anything, a few days ago, she went into the mountains to pick mushrooms, was bitten by a poisonous snake, and died, it doesn't matter if she dies, the people in our village seem to be cursed, one by one, and the big cow is already the eighth!" There was some anger in the man's words.

I glanced at Qingcen, she had tears in her eyes, and she was very sad to hear the man say this about her mother.

"I was bitten to death by a snake, why did I curse you villagers?" Chai Shao felt that it made some sense.

"Who knows." The man hung his head visibly weakly.

"Did you beat and bully her?" I asked.

"That woman is very unlucky, and we don't want to fix her, but in the first year that my eldest brother married her, my mother was killed, and the family is getting worse and worse." The man took it for granted.

"How did you place her coffin?" Long Xuanling looked at the man and asked.

"Coffin? Do you think this home looks like a coffin that can be bought? As soon as the straw mat was rolled, it was buried in the ground. The man said lightly.

I frowned when I heard this, in this village, there is a kind of yin qi that does not disperse, maybe it is really the resentment of Qingcen's mother.

And the successive deaths in the village may also be related to this resentment.

She was not treated well during her lifetime, and she was not buried properly after her death, and she didn't even have a tablet, so it's normal to have grievances.

"Tomorrow, I'll go and read the scriptures to her, and I'll overdo it." The little uncle glanced at the tablet and spoke.

The man immediately said, "We don't have any money to pay you, and all the money that the people in the village put together before was given to the dancing god." ”

"It's a good deed." The little uncle replied.

The man listened to the expression on his face before he relaxed, and the old man also nodded again and again, and began to urge Qingcen to hurry up and bring out the food.

Qingcen came out with a pot of sparse sweet potato porridge, and those of us had no appetite, so we said that we went back to the room to rest without eating.

Tonight, because there are only two rooms, Long Xuanling and I also live separately, and when I went back to the house, I saw Miss Ning Chu Chu Mingyue, all tired lying on the bed and falling asleep, I suddenly thought, there are only three rooms here, we want two, and the next room must be sleeping with the old man, so where should Qingcen sleep?