The joke is big, so god?!

Ding Xiaocong was also deeply shocked, and looked at Ma Mingbo, the people from the TV station over there finally finished recording, and rushed to the interview car parked on the side of the road as if fleeing. Ma Mingbo was caught in the middle, smiled and waved at Ding Xiaocong, which was regarded as saying goodbye.

"That's it, gone?" Ding Xiaocong was a little confused, how could such a powerful person be invited by a small city TV station to fool around? His nonsense on the TV didn't make any sense.

"Hey, what are you going to look at when you're gone?" Hua Hongying touched Ding Xiaocong and pulled his soul back.

Over there, the TV station interview car had already whizzed away, and the villagers by the water mill had gradually dispersed. In Hua Hongying's words, these people dare to stay here during the day, and when it comes to night, no one dares to approach here.

"Little master, you ...... When does the spell start? There was a weak voice next to him, it was the old man, he was the village chief of Woniu Village.

The old man was sad and eager.

Don't know how to cast a spell at all? Ding Xiaocong thought for a while, "Don't worry, let's get the right medicine, right?" Tell me the ins and outs of the matter, and don't leave anything out. ”

The old village chief thought that it made sense, took out a cigarette and lit it, sat down on the steps, and began to recount what had happened while recalling it.

Indeed, as Ma Mingbo said, this village has been smooth sailing since the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty to the present, although the people in the village are not rich and noble, but in any dynasty, the whole village is well-off, and each family is also harmonious and beautiful, and there has never been any major incident. But as Ma Mingbo said, I don't know if it's a coincidence, the population here has always been between 5-600, and it can't be prosperous.

That is, a month ago, an old Taoist came to the village and gave him some pointers, saying that it was very simple to solve this problem, just cut down the hundreds of years old willow tree in front of the old village chief's house.

The old village chief said that his face was full of remorse, and he sighed: "I also blame me for being obsessed, I listened to the words of that old man, and really used a saw to see the tree, and the result was ......."

"What was the result?" The old village chief hesitated when he said this, and Ding Xiaocong hurriedly asked, this is likely to be the key to the whole thing.

The old village chief patted his thigh hatefully, and said with a crying voice: "The tree was not right when it was sawed, I was really confused, and I continued to saw, and I was stunned to cut the tree down, and it happened that night." ”

Ding Xiaocong was a little impatient, "What is wrong?" You can tell me that. ”

The old village chief's face turned a little pale, and he took two puffs of cigarette to calm his mind, and then lowered his voice and said: "Little master, I'll tell you this, no one else knows wow, when the old willow tree sawed...... There will be bloodshed! ”

"Bleeding Tree?!" Ding Xiaocong was dumbfounded, what is the situation?

"Okay, you village chief, why didn't you tell me about this before?" Hua Hongying was unhappy, she didn't tell him about such a crucial thing at all last time.

The old village chief glanced at him, "Tell you?" You've got the ability to fart, even the one you brought...... The immortals are all liars, so I told the little master. ”

Yes, Hua Hongying was choked back, completely speechless, and the old village chief's eyes were bright.

Then the old village chief continued: "That night, it was my nephew's turn to keep vigil at the water mill, and in the middle of the night the villagers heard the ghosts crying and wolf howling inside, and the big ones came to see it with great courage, but poor my nephew was lying outside the mill, and he didn't know what was going on. ”

"And how is he now?" Ding Xiaocong asked.

"I'm still in the fourth hospital, and the doctor said that I was overly frightened and my brain was a little abnormal." The old village chief sighed and hammered his head a few times, full of remorse.

Ding Xiaocong pondered, in this way, things are more complicated.

It can frighten people, there must have been something terrible happening in this water mill at night, but until now, except for that root, no one seems to have touched this strange stone mill at night, and the information is still far from enough.

Also, why does cutting down a tree in the village cause a change in the mill?

All kinds of things are mixed together, like a difficult game of chess, he can't find a clue at all, he feels that his brain is going to explode, and his knowledge is completely insufficient. At this time, he hoped that Jiang Bai could be by his side, and with her knowledge, it should not be difficult to find out the key point of this matter.

When Ding Xiaocong was thinking, the old village chief and Hua Hongying were on the side, and no one dared to disturb him.

"Take me to see the downed tree first." After thinking about it, Ding Xiaocong felt that the first strange thing that happened was the tree that would bleed, so let's investigate it first.

Now the whole incident is a mess, and the thread must be found first, and then it is possible to unravel the cocoon bit by bit. All in all, the 50,000 yuan is not easy to earn, and there is a high possibility of failure if it is not done well, Ding Xiaocong's confidence is insufficient.

"Whoa." The old village chief stood up and motioned to follow him, "It's just noon to eat at home." ”

The old village chief was supposed to be a very capable person, but now he has a stiff waist and faltering, all of which make this matter troublesome, and he feels guilty, according to Hua Hongying, the 50,000 yuan is also from his family.

This mill has been in operation for more than 500 years, and the grain in the village is milled here, and now it cannot be used, and if the electric mill is to be rebuilt, no one dares to demolish this old mill. There is a more serious problem, the mill is located on the only road out of the village, and now no one dares to approach it at night, how can this village still be inhabited?

It turned out that such a good village was made like this by himself, and the old village chief felt guilty.

Ding Xiaocong looked at the old man and was pitiful, but he didn't know how to comfort him.

After a while, the old village chief led Ding Xiaocong and Hua Hongying to his own house at the entrance of the village, and Ding Xiaocong found that after the vertical and horizontal waterways in the village arrived here, they converged into a stream again and flowed out of the mountain, and the water mill was driven by this water flow. As the first one to enter the village, the old village chief's house is the closest to the water mill, which is connected by a stream, and the distance is only about 100 meters.

Looking at the streams that converged together, there was still a wooden stake in the middle, about a meter in diameter, half-soaked in the clear water. On the other side of the stream, there is a huge willow tree, which is still in the shape of a fallen tree.

"This is the old willow tree that bleeds when you were talking about?" Ding Xiaocong confirmed, and the old village chief nodded blankly.

This is the first key point, and it is also the source of the whole thing, Ding Xiaocong immediately took off his shoes, rolled up his trouser legs, and touched the water.

Although it was early summer, the weather was quite hot, but the stream flowing down from the mountain was cold and biting, Ding Xiaocong was aroused goosebumps as soon as he entered the water, but fortunately, he was young and quickly adapted.

The wooden stake was in front of him, getting closer and closer, Ding Xiaocong couldn't help but get nervous, the bleeding tree, this thing is too weird.

Without waiting to touch the stump, Ding Xiaocong closed his eyes and opened his eyes to look carefully.