Chapter 139: Exorcism Opinion

Grandpa stretched out his big cracked hand to hold the five-watt light bulb, and the room suddenly went dark. A cold air went up my spine. The hundreds of people in the room were suddenly silent.

Grandpa's hand stroked the light bulb for a moment, and the dust on the light bulb was much less, and the room was much brighter than before. Only then did I see Xuan Po's face clearly, and his eyebrows were very light, so faint that they were almost nothing.

"Not necessarily." The grandfather replied, "When you have eaten all the roosters there, it will start to attack the people of the village." ”

Xuan Po looked at the incandescent lamp above her head, stared at it for a long time, and said, "No wonder it saw it."

And the rooster broke his neck. When the chickens in the village are finished, they will attack me. ”

Grandpa pushed through the crowd and found a stool to sit down. And they gathered around the stool, squatting and squatting, and standing, but no one sat down. I suddenly remembered the pattern hung by the Taoist priest at the funeral, which was a cloth painting that had been withered and yellowed for a long time. It is painted with an image of a Buddha or a god or a demon or a king pinching an orchid in the center, with kind eyes and kind eyebrows. Surrounded by a group of squatting or standing imps.

In the faint light, Grandpa is like the kind-eyed man on the cloth painting of the Taoist priest, and the people around him are like all kinds of imps. I couldn't help but laugh out loud when I thought about it.

Everyone turned their heads and looked at me in bewilderment. I hurriedly suppressed my laughter and listened to my grandfather's conversation with them seriously.

Grandpa put his hands on his thighs, glanced at everyone again, and said, "It still has residual memories in its head, so it can remember some people it knew before it was born." ”

"Then its relatives and neighbors should not be harmed." Someone exhaled, the tense nerves eased, and he tapped his chest with his hand repeatedly.

"It was its relatives and neighbors who were the first to be harmed." Grandpa said seriously, "Because its memory is incomplete, it only remembers this person, but it doesn't know what connection this person has with itself, let alone whether it is his own relatives." Therefore, it will attack these people first. ”

"Huh?!" Just now the man screamed, "Well, then I'm not finished!" Master Ma, you must save us. Oh my God, will it come to me first! Oh my God, my God! Is there any way to save it? ”

Grandpa didn't answer the man's words, but asked the others, "Where is the red-haired ghost now?" Still on the edge of the paddy field? ”

"It broke the necks of dozens of chickens and then didn't know where to hide. We didn't dare to look for it. A man in the crowd replied.

"Thankfully, none of you went looking for it. It's so powerful that you can't hold one of its arms even if you ten of you go together. When it is full of chicken blood, it likes to hide in the woodpile to rest. When the contents of the stomach are digested, it will come out again to look for food. ”

"And what are we going to do if we run into it again?" One asked anxiously.

"Yes, yes." Others chimed in.

I chimed in: "If you mention the scandal of its life, it will be afraid." This is a temporary solution. But only if it remembers the scandal itself. Think about it, what was there about it that it was afraid of people knowing. ”

Grandpa nodded approvingly at my words.

"Ugly?" Xuan Po stretched out her hand and scratched her scalp and thought, "What's so ugly about it?" Where do we know for a while? Even if there's something ugly, it won't let us know. As the saying goes, the ugliness of the family is not publicized. ”

Others nodded yes.

Grandpa smiled: "This method can indeed deal with it, but it lacks operability. I lowered my head in embarrassment and listened to their conversation. "Hundred Arts" doesn't care if your method is operable or not.

"Don't talk about the water ghost, it can become very crazy if it evokes memories that it doesn't like. You must pay attention. You know? Grandpa glanced around again.

Everyone nodded again and again: "Even if the mountain father is still alive, we can't talk about this in front of him." People can't stand it, how can ghosts endure it! ”

"Remember?" Grandpa asked again. Everyone said yes.

"Then let's go." Grandpa got up from his chair.

"Let's go? Where to go? I asked, "Do you want to deal with the red-haired ghost now?" ”

Grandma also hurriedly persuaded: "You just came back from other places, and you don't rest for a while?" ”

Everyone also pretended to persuade grandpa to rest for a while, but it was easy to see from their eyes that something was wrong. So many of them came to Grandpa's house, just wishing that Grandpa would come forward to settle the red-haired ghost as soon as possible.

Grandpa lifted his collar and said, "Let's go." Go early, solve it early. lest it kill a few more people. With that, he went to the corner and took a bamboo pole.

Everyone hurriedly changed their tone and said, "Yes, yes, sooner or later, it will be solved, so it's better to be early." ”

"This in itself is also to blame for not thinking about it before," said Grandpa, carrying the flat burden, "I later pinched my fingers, and knew that Daddy's grave was going to have an accident, and wanted to destroy the resurrection land after the matter of the green-haired water demon was dealt with." But I didn't expect that the mountain father would be resurrected so soon. ”

Speaking of this, my grandfather turned his head, looked at me for a long time, and said, "There is also a problem with the ghost of the dustpan, I know it." It seems that now we can only deal with the red-haired ghost first, and then worry about that matter. ”

I was fooled by my grandfather's sudden words. It turns out that grandpa already knows about the ghost? I deliberately hid it from him, did he also deliberately hide it from me?

Before I could react, my grandfather had already strode out the door. The crowd followed him out of the door like a string of peppers. Grandma hurriedly went back to the house and got a coat, rushed it out and draped it over Grandpa's shoulders. Grandpa shrugged, buckled the top button, and led everyone to the burial place of the mountain daddy.

It wasn't until everyone walked out of the door that I came to my senses and hurriedly followed. Grandma caught up with me again and insisted that I add a thick dress.

The burial place of the mountain father is still relatively far from Thrush Village, climb over a mountain, walk through Wentian Village, turn onto the main road, and then walk a distance to the main road on the left to reach it.

Along the way, everyone's mouths did not stop, and they chattered and expressed their opinions on exorcism. Some suggest digging a trap and waiting for the red-haired ghost to jump in like a beast; Some suggest using a net to catch a fish, and then hang it with a hemp rope; Some suggested using a hunting bird to break the belly of the red-haired ghost; Some suggested finding a crooked Taoist priest next to the middle school to help.

Everyone said that their suggestions were good, and they quarreled a lot. After passing Wentian Village, after walking for a while, Grandpa suddenly stopped, and the spitting crowd immediately gave up their suggestions and looked at Grandpa quietly.