The night breeze sat down, the night in the mountains was already very cold, and Mao Zheng and Uncle Zhang had already chatted. I have a general understanding of the basic situation and a hazy understanding of this mountain village.

Uncle Zhang's analysis should be correct, the problem lies after the death of Ding Jiuye. But the specific reason still needs to be verified by Mao Zheng, and only the original cause that he knows can free the people in this village.

Thinking about it again, human life is commanded by heaven, and I don't know what power is quietly depriving the village of life. But no matter what kind of power it is, it is against the sky, and it is all a power that belongs to the evil spirit.

"Uncle Zhang, don't be nervous, I won't let you die with my hair." Looking at Uncle Zhang at this time, looking at Uncle Zhang outside the door, Mao Zheng said with a smile.

"Little master, I feel that they have come, and they are here to take my life." Uncle Zhang said, but looked at the door more and more nervously.

Really and so evil? Mao Zheng was puzzled, he couldn't help but look at his mouth, and even looked carefully with his heavenly eyes, but there was nothing.

Mao Zheng couldn't help asking, "Who are they referring to?" ”

"They're here to take my life, don't you feel it, they're already outside the door." Uncle Zhang's face began to turn pale, and when he said this, his lips trembled slightly.

It's weird, why didn't I feel like something was outside the door? Mao Zheng thought about it, but he didn't dare to take it lightly and be careful to be vigilant.

He boasted that he wanted to keep Uncle Zhang's name in Haikou, so he was even more energetic, especially seeing Uncle Zhang's reaction.

Since I can't see anything with the heavenly eye, then I'll meditate and try it. He took out a talisman from his backpack and pinched it in his hand, then sat on the ground with his feet crossed, his eyes and nose were concerned, and he suddenly entered an ethereal state. At this time, he suddenly felt that there were many pairs of eyes in all directions, quietly looking at him.

Just like this, Mao Zheng couldn't help but shed a cold sweat. He quickly woke up from his meditative state, and looked back at Uncle Zhang at this time foaming at the mouth, struggling on the ground with his eyes rolled up.

It's not good, just after meditating for a while, Uncle Zhang actually had an accident, what the hell is this?

Mao Zheng now has only one thought, to keep Uncle Zhang from dying. To free the villagers of this village, Uncle Zhang is the best help. So Mao Zheng didn't hesitate at all, and directly took out the ruler given by Liu Benchang from the treasure bag, and there were words in his mouth every year, and then printed the evil town on the ruler directly on Uncle Zhang's eyebrows.

"Heh——!". Ling Qi's evil town entered his body, and Uncle Zhang immediately took a big breath and slowly eased up. After a long time, Uncle Zhang began to breathe steadily and woke up.

Uncle Zhang, who woke up, saw Mao Zheng, who was waiting for him at this time, and couldn't help but say very respectfully: "Thank you, I almost lost my breath just now." ”

"You just got into the evil and almost killed you." Mao Zheng's face was serious at this time, where was the immature gaze of the young man, it was simply full of murderous energy.

Mao Zheng was angry, those little ghosts in front of him dared to make trouble, and they didn't know that the ghosts were unaware of the evil spirit to harm people. Mao Zheng's anger is about to be the death of the demon in this village, and he is ready to eliminate the invisible eye.

"I feel better and they're gone. Little master, how did you do it? Uncle Zhang asked breathlessly.

"I used this magic weapon, and I can say that there is a demon hidden in your village. Just now I felt a lot of eyes looking at me. ”

"Ahh How many gazes? ”

"There are a lot of them, I can't even get acquainted with them."

"You might be that devily, right?"

Uncle Zhang's mouth opened wide, he couldn't believe that it was not a curse that was bothering the whole village, but an evil demon.

"I don't know yet, but when the water comes out, I'll know it then. This thing is on your back, and as long as you feel something evil near you, you can use it to stab it. Mao Zheng took out an awl made of jujube wood from the treasure bag and put it in Uncle Zhang's hand.

This jujube wood awl is commonly known as the 'Seven Star Nail'. It can nail ghosts and ghosts, and it is a sharp weapon for killing ghosts. It is usually used to catch evil spirits and finally kill them. The reason why Mao Zheng is rarely used is that he doesn't want to hurt Tianhe.

But this Kowloon Village is a different matter, it is endangering the lives of the people in the village at any time, it is simply a demonic existence, even if it is killed, it will not hurt Tianhe, but it will be the way of heaven.

That Uncle Zhang tightly grabbed the seven-star nail given by Mao Zheng, and he didn't feel so afraid in his heart, he felt that with Mao Zheng, it was not easy for him to die.

"What are we going to do on such a big night? I'm afraid they'll come at any time. Uncle Zhang said.

"Whether they come or not, I'm going to look for them. But tonight you sleep, I'll keep vigil. I'd like to see what kind of goblins are messing around at this time? ”

Mao Zheng originally wanted to find out what was behind the eyes just now, because when he came to the village, he felt that someone was peeking at him, and now he thinks about it, it should be the eyes he felt when he meditated.

But he thought that Uncle Zhang had experienced life and death tonight, and although he gave Uncle Zhang a seven-star nail, he still stayed to protect him for safety.

In this way, Mao was meditating in Uncle Zhang's house, and before he knew it, he was hit until dawn. And Uncle Zhang didn't sleep all night, the old man was already sleepy, and with that terrifying evil soul, where could he still sleep? I just made a pot of breakfast when the rooster crowed.

It was dawn and breakfast was simple. One or two bowls of porridge per person, and a stack of pickled pickles made by Uncle Zhang himself.

Mao Zheng ate fireworks for the first time during this time, so what kind of porridge and kimchi. The same food is very fragrant, Uncle Zhang couldn't close his mouth with a smile, and asked Mao Zheng to eat more.

Mao Zheng could see that this village was really poor and lived a very primitive life. Except for planting a little land, there is no other income at all. Money! I guess I've forgotten what it should look like.

He also found a problem, why can't you hear any chickens and dogs barking in the early morning here?

"Uncle Zhang, don't you raise chickens here?" After breakfast, Mao Zheng suddenly asked.

"Oh! Yes! Uncle Zhang looked at Mao Zheng and didn't answer, with an embarrassed expression on his face.

"Little master, chickens, ducks and geese are the same, but if you want to eat them, I'll kill them. Today, stew one for the little master to drink. It took a long time to open his mouth before Uncle Zhang spoke.

"You misunderstood me, Uncle Zhang. Hey! I mean, why didn't I hear the rooster crowing in the morning, I thought you don't have chickens or dogs here? Mao Zheng looked at Uncle Zhang's simple face, misunderstood himself and couldn't help but say.

"It's like this, only weird from the village. If the dog does not bark, the rooster will not crow. Uncle Zhang also said with a smile, he couldn't imagine that Mao Zheng was such a young master, but he was so easy to speak.