Zhang Peng said that I didn't have anything to eat, so I went to the village canteen to eat, and there was no fire there, but after these people came, they hired people to cook. The leftovers in the fridge had long since been eaten, and he said to bring me some, but I was really hungry, my wrist was still hurting, and I couldn't hold a kitchen knife.

After drinking a glass of water, just about to go to bed to rest for a while, I smelled the smell of rice, and thought it was Zhang Peng coming, so I hurriedly limped to open the door, it turned out to be Jiang Chumei, she came with food, but the lunch box from last time was still with me, so she used the bowl at home to bring it. The dishes she cooked were indeed delicious, but the problem was that after eating last time, she had to accept her lunch box, so could she accept her bowl this time? It's embarrassing.

"Why are you here?" I asked.

"I'm worried that you're injured and won't be able to cook." She said, as if she was not very happy, put the bowl on the table, sat down on the sofa by herself, and did not speak, but looked at me stupidly.

I opened the plastic bag and gulped, not knowing what to say to her, so I might as well wait for her to speak first.

"Are you really going to drive your cousin away?" Jiang Chumei said.

"He's not my cousin, he's not worthy."

"Do you think I'm really unsuitable to be the village chief, you fight, I can't intervene at all."

"How can it be suitable? It's not worth your energy to be the village chief here, they won't cooperate, and they all have their own ghosts. ”

Jiang Chumei was like a deflated ball, leaning on the sofa in a daze, and after I finished eating, she got up and said, "My dad will come back tomorrow." ”

"Oh......" I replied, lighting a cigarette.

"He came back to take me out of the village and into the city."

I was naturally very disappointed after hearing this, but for her, this was a better choice, Angelica Village was getting more and more dangerous, and the person who followed her that night didn't know who it was. As for me, it's just that I'm back to the lonely days I used to have, and it's normal.

After I washed the dishes and chopsticks, just when we didn't know what to talk about, Zhang Peng broke in with a big bowl of rice, looked at my oily lips, and immediately understood. He asked blankly, "Wasn't it time for me to come?" ”

"The rice is put here, and I can eat the leftovers in the evening." I say.

"Then I'll go back." After Jiang Chumei finished speaking, she left with the dishes and chopsticks, I walked to the door and looked at her back as she left, if she really went to the city with her father, I am afraid that she will not be able to see it in the future.

"A village, look at you slimy, people won't grow wings and fly." Zhang Peng said angrily, I just turned around to sit on the sofa, and he sat on it, so I had to go to the bed, too lazy to explain to him.

"Boy, Ouyang Xiong is very optimistic about you and asks you to mess with him."

"What is his purpose? I don't think he looks like he's missing his daughter, and he's not in a hurry. I said.

"What rank is the person, the joy and sorrow are not visible, if the hexagram is not calculated by my master, I don't believe it, he is not like his daughter's life and death are uncertain. But he told me to cooperate tomorrow morning, and then he burned the hanging coffin. Zhang Peng said.

"You're going to burn?" I asked.

"I won't go, I won't climb the cliff, I don't know how they operate, it's pouring oil on it."

"The old man Huang in the village said that the hanging coffin could not be taken out."

"I believe this, this kind of hanging coffin is usually operated by professional coffin burial people, only they know how to take it, but I really haven't seen it with gasoline, I don't know if it works."

"What is a Coffin Man?" I don't understand, he knows a lot of things.

"An ancient profession that specializes in burying cursed coffins, and the people who bury the coffins will suffer from the next generation, and the grandchildren will die for a lifetime."

"Then why would anyone do this?"

"Nonsense, in the past, our various dynasties had those years when they were so poor that they starved to death, and at least the family could have enough food and clothing to do this. It is said that this kind of work was invented by Tian Wei, the uncle of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and he found some warlocks to form a funeral coffin team, specializing in stealing the corpses of the ancestors of the opponents in the court, this trick is very insidious, many people's ancestors were stolen, and the family was ruined and people did not know why. ”

"I read an article on the Internet that says that there are hanging coffins in many places, and they are all buried by coffins?" I don't understand.

"This is not necessarily, the coffin burial person is not only buried in the hanging coffin, the hanging coffin also has feng shui treasures, or look at the place! There are some places where there is too much yin, such as the cave in your pool. I went to the Deadhead Cliff to see, and it was a good place to bury the cursed coffin. However, if a person dies, he should be buried, and he will be buried in the air, and there will be resentment no matter what treasure land. ”

"There's a coffin under the pool?"

"How did I know that there is a long history, and no one can enter the underwater cave, which is naturally extremely yin, and there must be many evil things. No matter how awesome the tomb robbers are, the only thing they are afraid of is the underwater tomb, because the underwater is not the territory of human beings, and even if this master goes down, I am afraid that he will feed the fish. ”

I don't really understand what he said, after all, I haven't been in this field. I asked him why Ouyang Xiong came to save me, and he said that Ouyang Xiong had heard Xiong Lao Liu say that I could enter the pond, but he didn't dare to believe it, because no one had seen it, it was all the legend of the villagers, and even he couldn't believe that my mother fell into the pond, he guessed that maybe my mother had fallen on the other side of the mountain, and the body had not been tested, and she had been dead for a few days, so she couldn't know.

It's still a businessman who is rational, and what Ouyang Xiong said I think makes sense.

"He wants to see your back." Zhang Peng said.

"Even you can't see it, what can he see?" I asked.

"I think so too, but if he has to see it, I can't help it. If you agree, let him see it at night, if you don't agree, forget it. ”

"Are ghosts afraid of blood?" I asked, I didn't tell him about scaring away the female water ghost with blood, after all, he was Ouyang Xiong's person, and if he was forced into the water, it would be over.

"It depends on what kind of blood, and I am almost not afraid. But there is a theory that ghosts can identify the blood of loved ones. ”

"Loved one's blood?"

I was a little surprised, could it be that the female ghost under the water is my mother's ghost?

"That's right, there is a way in heaven and earth, and people have a ganglun, whether it is a man, a ghost, a beast, or some other messy thing, even if it is a puppet, it is also the blood that can identify relatives in the dark."

I nodded, lost in thought, no wonder my mother's corpse is so familiar, could it be that the underwater female ghost is really my mother? I thought it was the illusion that I had when I covered my mouth and looked in the mirror every day, thinking about my mother's appearance.

"Why are you asking this?" Zhang Peng asked.

"No, I want to sprinkle my face with blood in case of danger, but hearing you say that, it seems that I think too much." I'm not lying, I escaped like this twice, and naturally I suspect that I am different, and now that I think about it, the big fish may not have been scared away by my blood, but by the blue flame.

"Next time I try to draw a talisman with your blood, the yin and yang qi in your body is so heavy that I can't even understand it, you should have died a long time ago."

"Back then, a fortune teller said that my body would die when my scales were full, and it wasn't many years before I did." I said this with a very indifferent pretense.

"And that kind of statement?" Zhang Peng got up from his chair and looked at me sympathetically, as if I was going to die now. "Isn't there a way to crack it?"

"I don't know, so if you go underwater, help me see."

"I don't dare to go, the water is not good, and Ouyang will always invite a master to come over when the time comes."

"Your master?"

"My master doesn't dare to go down, the master he said is said to be very skilled, but I think it's not the egg, the underwater world can't help you with good skills."

He instructed me to wipe the medicine and wine again at night, and then go to bed early, and Ming'er went to see the coffin burned.

When I went to bed at night, I listened with my ears pricked up, and waited until I didn't hear the singing at all, and I felt a little lost in my heart, maybe I really lacked maternal love.

I got up very early in the morning, bought some incense paper firecrackers at the village entrance store, this time I didn't walk the mountain road, one was a leg injury, although Zhang Peng's medicinal wine has an immediate effect, but it is still a little painful when it is struggling. I decided not to sneak around in the future, and to go up the mountain from the door of my house in the open.

Jiang Chumei was feeding the chickens at the door, and when she saw me, she looked at the house in a panic, and when she saw that the second aunt didn't see it, she hurriedly ran over and helped me up the mountain.

"Your cousin is packing up his things and getting ready to move out right away." She said.

"So conscious?" I'm a little surprised, it's not his and his cousin's style!

"They said they heard a woman singing last night, and they didn't know what song they were singing." Jiang Chumei said mysteriously.

"Did you hear that?" I care about this so that my mother doesn't freak out on her.

"I didn't hear it, and my mom didn't hear it, but she was scared."

"My mother sang Lu Binghua." I say.

"What?" She asked as she glared at me, her face stiffening.

"In the mass grave, it was my mother who sang and I knew she was buried there."

"Don't scare me!" Jiang Chu's white cheeks were covered with goosebumps, and he looked at the mountain, and he couldn't walk anymore.

"It's okay, I'm here. Don't be afraid! I said and took her hand, and she was finally better.

After we burned the incense paper, Jiang Chumei also knelt down, and I told my mother not to scare Jiang Chumei by singing. But for Uncle Cousin, it's best to scare him, otherwise they probably won't move away. The second aunt was shouting Jiang Chumei to have breakfast, and I went in through the back door.

I didn't expect my home to take thirteen years to come back. I looked around, and I was sitting in the room where my grandmother had died, smoking, and the memories of my childhood came flooding back to me.