"Master Shen, what are you doing here?" Sun Xiaowu asked curiously.

"I borrowed the power of peach nails to nail the yin veins of this village." The old man said, raised his hand, and pointed to the woods on the left and right: "The yin qi here is too heavy, and there are countless yin veins, but the largest one is here at the entrance of the village." ”

"Nailed the yin vein...... What's the effect? Sun Xiaowu asked again.

"It can resist some yin qi temporarily." The old man frowned and said: "If the yin qi is a little weaker, it will naturally weaken the ability of some yin souls, I'm afraid that a few of you will be hit......."

Hearing this, Sun Xiaowu's face turned even paler, and he nodded and didn't ask any more.

At this time, we were all vigilant, and we kept glancing around, which meant that all plants and trees were soldiers.

It's not uncommon to see ghosts at night, and being able to see ghosts in broad daylight is a fatal thing.

This kind of unjust ghost dares to come out during the day, and you are afraid that it will not be able to kill you?

Zhou Zhiguo's guns and weapons in their hands can deal with living people, but when it comes to dealing with ghosts, it is indeed impossible to have any effect......

When leading us into the village, the old man also asked Zhou Zhiguo, since you have come to do such a tricky job, there is no magic weapon for you?

"What kind of magic weapon, it's good to have a gun." Sun Xiaowu said with a smile: "Do you really think that we are from the Religious Affairs Bureau?" ”

The old man didn't speak, but smiled vigorously, a little gloating.

"The person above said that if there is any difficulty, you can help us solve it." Zhou Zhiguo sighed: "Master Shen, from a certain point of view, you are our talisman. ”

Hearing this, the old man sneered twice, lit a cigarette and smoked, muttering in his mouth: "I didn't expect those old things to look up to me so much......"

"Master Shen, I heard that you don't like trouble." Zhou Zhiguo suddenly said such a sentence.

The old man hummed and said yes.

"This time, I have to trouble you." Zhou Zhiguo sighed: "Within a radius of hundreds of miles, you are the only one who can be found from above." ”

"You mean, Lao Tzu's anti-investigation hidden in the city is too poor?" The old man asked quietly.

The corners of Zhou Zhiguo's mouth twitched twice and stopped talking.

The size of the village is small, and it takes less than two minutes to walk inside to reach the destination.

After Zhou Zhiguo stopped, he first looked left and right, as if to determine something, and finally said to us: "It should be here, the three families of the dead are next to each other, and the one on the left is the one .......who dies first."

As he said this, Zhou Zhiguo raised his hand, ready to point to the dilapidated house.

But before he could point to the target, he heard a snap, and the old man slapped him on the arm.

"Death to the dog?!" The old man glared at Zhou Zhiguo: "Just say it!" Don't finger! ”

Zhou Zhiguo looked at the old man in a daze, as if he didn't understand why the old man wanted to whip him.

"Brother Zhou, there are things that can't be referred to." I explained in a low voice, although I am not a person in the industry, but I have read the book given to me by the old man, and I still remember some common sense in the book.

Whether it is the statue of the god in the Taoist temple, or the tombstone of the god in the barren mountain and lonely tomb.

In many cases, it is impossible to point with the hand, and such an act is the standard blasphemy.

Take the current situation as an example.

If Zhou Zhiguo pointed out, if some "things" don't attack, it will be counted as his fate, if he meets someone with a small heart, then he has to be entangled.......

"I see." Zhou Zhiguo wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, nodded and said to me, "I understand, I will pay attention to it in the future." ”

"Master, can you see ghosts?" I asked, turning my head.

The old man shook his head and said, I can't see it, but I can feel that something is wrong here.

As soon as the words fell, the old man took out a small clay pot from his pocket and shook it vigorously a few times, only to hear the rustling sound inside, as if there were insects crawling in it, and people got goosebumps when they heard it.

"What the hell?" I asked curiously.

"Worms." The old man smiled at me mysteriously and asked, "Do you want to see the hell?" ”

As soon as I heard this, my face turned white in an instant, but before I could refuse, the old man laughed: "Come on, come on, it's time for our two to show their might, I'll let you see what these ghosts look like!" ”

With that, the old man opened the clay pot and handed it to me.

Looking down, my scalp exploded instantly, and I just felt as disgusting as I felt in my heart.

The jars contained indeed worms, a dozen of them, about the size of a fingernail, and a green back, similar in color to a green-headed fly.

But judging by the contours of their bodies, as well as their features....... Aren't these bugs just enlarged versions of watermelon bugs?!

(Note: Watermelon worm, both rat woman.) ）

When I was looking at these watermelon worms in a daze, the old man patted me on the shoulder very gently and kindly, and said to me with a smile.

"Come on, my son, pick a worm that you look at and eat it."

"I'll eat a shovel!!" I cried and laughed and said, "Master! Can we not be joking? ”

"No kidding." The old man looked at me very seriously: "These insects are feminine, they look alive, but they are actually dead, and there is no need to have a psychological burden when eating." ”

The old man explained to me as he reached out and took out a watermelon worm from the clay pot with his fingers.

"You see, this color, this oiliness, is definitely not something that living creatures can have!" The old man said with great interest, quite a kind of Wang Po selling melons.

Before I could say anything more, the old man grabbed me by the neck and threw the watermelon worm into my mouth before I could react.

Before I could vomit, the bug was as excited as if it had returned to my hometown, and happily burrowed all the way through my throat.......

"It's okay, no one can die." The old man patted me on the back and kept helping me to breathe.

At that time, I didn't even have the desire to vomit, and I was confused, and I coughed for a while before I could barely recover.

When I raised my head to denounce the old man, the expression on my face froze before the words could be spoken.

Since I was standing facing the old houses that had died, I could see the doors of those houses intuitively when I raised my eyes.

In those old houses, there were seven or eight green figures standing there.

It's not appropriate to say that it is a human figure, they are more like people gathered by mist, with the outline of a living person, but the facial features are very blurred, and the eyes are two black fogs, which look very eye-catching.

When I looked at them, they turned their heads sideways and looked at me intently, as if they realized that I could see them.

"Master......" I involuntarily lowered my voice, and when I spoke, my voice trembled slightly: "I saw it..... They stand just behind the threshold......"

"Didn't get out of the door?" The old man asked me with a cigarette, looking very relaxed.

"Nope." I shook my head.

"What's it like?" The old man asked again.

"Humanoid ..... Fog Man ......," I said truthfully.

Getting this answer, the old man frowned, looking a little surprised.

"That's not right, the soul of a living person who was killed by the Five Blessings should be damaged, how can it still be gathered into a human form??"

The old man muttered a few words, and without hesitation, he directly took out a watermelon worm and ate it.

"Xiao Zhou, you and Xiao Wu come with me, Xiao'er, you take Qiu Yan to the back." The old man whispered.

Hearing the old man's arrangement, everyone nodded yes.

Zhou Zhiguo seemed quite calm at that time, only Sun Xiaowu, his face was uglier than mine, he didn't have to think about it, he was definitely scared.

As we began to approach the first old house, the foggy people in this room also took a step forward, as if trying to block our way.

"It's all dead and you want to block the door...... These people are also dead-eyed......"

The old man sighed, took out a stack of dark bills from his bag, and threw it away.

When the money flew and fell, the old man had already strode into the door, urging us without looking back.

"Hurry up!"