"Daddy! Father! What's wrong with you? ”

Wang Peng was frightened, and went to probe his father's breath in a panic, for fear that he would accidentally turn his back on him, this honest farmer is used to seeing the seriousness and violence of his old man, and he has never seen him so frightened that he is so scared, and even he is a little suspicious. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Could it be that the ghost of his wife has returned? He turned his head and looked at the mourning hall suspiciously.

Uncle Wang's eyes were dull, as if he was looking into the void, and as if he had seen the picture of many years ago.

"Satsuki, it's Satsuki who is back......"

The old man's beard trembled, his teeth and chin struggled to coordinate rhythmically, and the words he spat out were a little slurred, but he could still hear them.

Wang Sanfang hurriedly put down the bowl and helped Wang Peng move the old man back to the wheelchair, the old man's body is now like a puddle of mud, and it is extremely heavy to move, and an indescribable smell wafts out from under him, and the visual is frightened and incontinent.

Everyone's cultivation is not bad, no one shows a disgusted expression, but the remaining half bowl of noodles in front of them can't be eaten.

Yang Muqing got up, acted like the wind, and effortlessly picked up the drawing paper stuck to the uncle of the Wang family, rolled it up and put it back in the bag.

"Let him calm down first, and ask again later, don't rush this moment."

With Murong Cao's acquiescence and signal, Wang Peng said sorry to everyone, and took the uncle of the Wang family into the house to clean up first.

"It feels like it's going to be a very distant, bloody, bizarre story......"

Li Hang knocked on the edge of the bowl with chopsticks, looking unfathomable.

"In our country, there is a custom that the only person who can break the bowl with chopsticks is called Hanako."

Murong Cao not only did not answer his words, but choked Li Hang and obediently shut up again.

Uncle Wang changed his clothes, took a quick pill, and was persuaded by Wang Sanfang for a long time, and naturally did not say anything about the details, but pointed out that the little girl on the drawing paper was an evil caught by the invited master, so that Uncle Wang slowly calmed down.

"Are you sure you were caught?"

This is the third time this issue has been confirmed.

Wang Sanfang replied again good-naturedly: "Caught, what I saw with my own eyes, absolutely right!" ”

"It's good to catch it, I'm going to continue to rest, you can go out."

Uncle Wang's face changed and he gave an eviction order.

Wang Sanfang has been in business for many years and has a good set of dealing with difficult customers, he has long known that it will not be so easy to let his uncle loosen, and he is ready to see the move.

"The master said, this evil ghost is very domineering, and there are many comrades, if it is not completely eliminated, it will bring endless harm to the village, we may ...... It's going to die. ”

Although these words were made by Wang Sanfang, he vaguely thought so in his heart.

The affairs of the village are not ordinary haunted incidents, but intrigues between the dead and the living, and if you are not careful, you will lose everything.

"Nonsense, if they are really that powerful, how can they not even handle this little thing?"

Uncle Wang has regained eight points of clarity, although he knows that Wang Sanfang and others will definitely want to dig out something when they see their ugly state today, and it is not good, but what happened back then, the insiders have made a death oath, even if it is to be lifted, it must not be from their own mouth.

"Uncle, you know it's useless, we will find out sooner or later, but can the people in the village afford to wait? Do you want more people to die? ”

Wang Sanfang felt more and more that something his uncle was hiding was very important, so he insisted on getting to the bottom of it.

"It's a big deal, I'm going to bury them with my life."

Uncle Wang smiled bitterly, since the death of his wife, his heart has been like stagnant water, if he owes someone else, it will be repaid after all.

The words have come to this, but Wang Sanfang is so clever that he doesn't know what to say.

At this time, Wang Peng, who had been waiting by the side, spoke.

"Liu Ting has it."

The volume of this sentence is not too loud, and it contains a bit of shame of a rough man, but it is undoubtedly a stroke of genius, igniting the death intent in the eyes of the uncle of the Wang family.

He hasn't even seen his own grandson, how can he die?

Everything should be over, just end it immediately, he can't let this shadow continue to the next generation.

So, he changed his mind and decided to do something, or say something.

"The mad stone at the end of the village, you go and meet him."

Wang Sanfang responded happily, threw Wang Peng an appreciative look, and slipped out like a fish.

Even though the fish is really white and fat.

There is a glimmer of light on the horizon, the shadows of the mountains are clearer, and the whole mountain village seems to be integrated into a freehand painting with strong ink, taking the path of impressionism, hazy and shadowy.

Li Hang was already sleepy, yawning from time to time, if he wasn't afraid of being alone, he would definitely love the bed at this time.

Wang Sanfang's eyes are a little bloodshot, which matches the heavy dark circles very well, Murong Cao is a typical night owl, at this time the spirit is acceptable, Yang Muqing is like a person who has nothing to do, walking steadily and safely, he is the safest barrier, and the demons are not invasive.

"Do you know Mad Stone?"

Li Hang felt a little bored, and had nothing to say.

"A crazy old man, who either mutters something that no one else understands, or uses an iron nail to chisel a stone into the mountain wall, has a good temper, and some children hit him with things, as long as they don't hit him too hard, he is all smiling. The people in the village saw that he was pitiful, and occasionally gave him some leftovers to eat, so he has been living well. ”

"Has he always been crazy? Or do you suddenly go crazy? Did any of his relatives suffer from mental illness? ”

Li Hang's occupational illness was committed, and he began to look up other people's family histories.

"I really don't know about this, he seems to have always been a person, and he has no relatives."

Wang Sanfang thought about it for a while and found that he really didn't have much information about the crazy stone.

Except that he is known to be the most typical and crazy madman in the village.

At the end of the village, there is an adobe house, which was built many years ago, and looks very dilapidated.

There is a tall chestnut tree in front of the adobe house, which hides the whole house in its shade, and looks even more inconspicuous.

An old man sat cross-legged under a chestnut tree in a daze, whispering something incessantly, and occasionally pulling a very strange smile on his face.

If you don't come prepared, ordinary people will probably be startled when they see this scene in the early morning.

"What to do? Can this ask something? ”

Wang Sanfang was a little worried, except that when he was a child, he really had no experience in dealing with madmen when he grew up.

"I'm coming!"

Li relied on his workplace literacy of communicating with abnormal people for many years, and recommended himself.

But he leaned over and listened to it for less than a minute, then gave up.

"I don't understand what I said!"

He complained that the country slang spoken by a bad old man was harder than a foreign language.

"I'll do it anyway."

Wang Sanfang, the only one who knew more than one "foreign language", stubbornly sat down next to the crazy stone carefully.

"The moon is red."

"The ghost has changed."

"Calamity—it's born."

"Kill-kill-kill."

A few nursery rhyme-like words were read upside down and intermittently by crazy stones, and no one listened carefully, and naturally they didn't pay attention to how meaningful a few words were connected.

"Who is Satsuki?"

Murong Cao took out a handful of candy and put it in the palm of the crazy stone.

Madstone smiled even more happily when he saw the colorful candy in his hand, and the sparkling saliva hung down from his mouth, wetting the sleeves of his dirty and uncolored shirt.

"Satsuki, my goddaughter, Satsuki is beautiful...... Woo woo, Satsuki is dead, all dead...... I saw it, they all went, and many people in the village went, and they were all bad people, all bad people! ”

Murong Cao squatted down, carefully examined the crazy stone, and then took out the remaining piece of candy from the bag, peeled off the candy paper and put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.

"This uncle, since you are not crazy, please speak well."