"Uncle, why do you always say such bad things?" Mao Zheng couldn't help asking. At the same time, he looked around with his heavenly eyes, and there was no sign of anything dirty in this house. It's just that in Mao Zheng's eyes, this uncle's has signs of running out of oil.

"Hey! Do you know what to do, young man, why you have been repeatedly turned away from our village? The uncle sorted out the covers on the door panel, turned around and sat on the bench on the table, and looked at Mao Zheng with a pair of dim eyes.

Mao Zheng saw that this uncle had something to say, so he couldn't help but listen while drinking water.

"Our village is called Jiulong Village, and the people who live here are all mixed surnames. My old man's surname is Zhang, and I lived for eighty-two years. Ay! But in this village, I know the most, the most! ”

The uncle's thoughts seemed to be a little messy, but there was a lot more in his eyes at this time.

"The reason why they don't take you in is that they don't dare." After the uncle finished speaking, he coughed for a while and said, "Because our village is very evil, they don't dare." ”

"Evil?" Mao Zheng heard this and couldn't believe it. Because he didn't find anything when he entered this village, he just took a look at it with his heavenly eyes, and it was bright and clear here, and it didn't look like anything evil was happening. However, judging from the realization of the people in the village, there should still be some story in this.

"Don't believe me, listen to me first." As he spoke, he turned around and brought a dustpan over a stone against the wall, only to see that there were a few boiled sweet potatoes in it. "Eat, lad. We people in the mountains don't have anything, you eat a few red buds to cushion your stomach first, and listen to me while eating. Mao Zheng was also very hungry at this time, and in the past few days when he went to the ghost town with his master, he had not even eaten a decent meal, and the cooked sweet potato in front of him was also very attractive in his eyes. He immediately took one and put it to his mouth and took a big bite, and immediately felt that his mouth was full of the sweetness of the sweet potato.

"You say, Uncle Zhang, I also want to know the story of your village." Mao Zheng was gulping down the sweet sweet potatoes while listening carefully.

"Do you know why we call it Kowloon Village here?" Uncle Zhang asked mysteriously.

"I know, because of the feng shui here, the nine mountains that gather in your village are the nine mountain ranges." Mao Zheng said directly, when Uncle Zhang said that Jiulong Village was at this time, Mao Zheng thought of this, that is, in the name of feng shui.

"Hey! Good boy, you are still right, it seems that you are really a feng shui master. I'll tell you! Since ancient times, we have been the most beautiful place in feng shui in these ten miles and eight towns, and it is also the richest place. Behold, surrounded by water, the fields are made by the mountains, and the people here are well fed and fed.

Decades ago, however, an accident happened. We began to fall so far that we slowly lost contact with the outside world. At that time, there was a landlord surnamed Ding, named Ding Jiuye. I heard that he colluded with bandits in the mountains and worshiped the ninth in line, so people later called him so. Outside our village, he always burned, killed and looted, and when he returned to the village, he was still polite to the people in the village, and he always gave it to the people in the village. One year, he heard that there was a battle with the army outside, and he was wounded, and when he came back, he asked someone to go outside and find a yin and yang to face the land, and when the land was good, the man died. ”

"Oh!" Mao Zheng couldn't have imagined that there would be such a landlord bandit here at that time.

"Tell me that when he dies, our village will be cursed. In a village of more than 200 people, only 80 people died in three years. Every family is dying, one after another! There are only two people left in my Zhang family, one is me and one is my younger brother. The one who opened the door on the other side was my brother's son. Old man Zhang looked at Mao Zheng when he said this.

"Oh! After so many years, the population of your village should have developed, right? Mao Zhengyou felt a little full after eating, put down the red lotus in his hand and asked.

"Development, how to develop? If one is born, one must die. Whoever gives birth to one family will have to die, so for decades our village has always been 80 people, no more, no less. Do you think this is evil? ”

Evil! If that's the case. Mao Zheng couldn't have imagined that there would be such a thing, but when he came to the village just now, he didn't feel anything evil at all.

"There is something even more evil, and it is also the reason why our village does not dare to stay with outsiders at all. That is, if someone from outside the family comes to spend the night, then the family will have to get rid of one person on the day. Over time, the relatives of all the residents in our village stopped coming and going, and outsiders did not dare to stay overnight and became an isolated village. Now it is estimated that it has been forgotten by the people of the outside world, you see that there is no road leading to the outside world, and now we don't know what the outside is like. ”

"Why don't you people move out here, and the whole village moves." Mao Zheng asked.

"I thought about it, there were people who moved at that time, but when they moved out, the whole family died. Don't dare to move! ”

"I see." Mao Zheng said, thinking that this uncle Zhang stayed overnight and came down by himself, wouldn't he face death if he was so evil?

"Then you stay with me......" Mao Zheng didn't finish asking, but he saw Uncle Zhang wave his hand and said, "It's okay, I know I'm also dying." When I heard you say that you are a feng shui master, I wanted to keep you. If nothing else, just for the people of this village, I hope you can help us break this spell. ”

"This ...... How do you know I have the ability too? Mao Zheng said.

"You are the only person who has walked into our village for so many years, you must know that the road out of the mountain has long been covered by the woods, there is no road at all, and you are still a feng shui. Since you are capable of doing it here, then you are also a very capable person. Little master, I hope you can save the people of our village. What if my old life is dead? People always die, and if I exchange my death for the liberation of the curse in the village, I will die without regrets, and I will be regarded as doing a good deed for the village in my life. ”

As he spoke, Uncle Zhang staggered to Mao Zheng and knelt down.

Mao Zheng held Uncle Zhang and said, "I'll try it, don't torture the juniors." I still have to investigate a lot of things, and I can only do things when I understand the truth. Maybe I can do it, or maybe I can't. But don't worry, when I come here, I will do my best to lift this spell for you. ”

"Thank you, little master, by the way, you don't know your surname?" Uncle Zhang stood up and asked hurriedly.

"Don't be surnamed Mao!"

"Master Mao, what don't you understand, just ask me now, I'm afraid that if I go tonight, no one will tell you."