When the people in Wang Caoyu's family saw that my grandfather's house had collapsed, they immediately ran over. Wang Caoyu stood in front of the ruins and hurriedly shouted twice, without stopping for a while, my grandmother coughed inside and replied to him, Wang Caoyu immediately let their family dig up, and even Wang Caoyu threw away the crutch and moved his hand.

Wang Caoyu's whole family went out and dug with both hands, and after an hour, my grandfather's family was dug out of the ruins.

When the bomb fell, my grandfather's family happened to be on the other side of the house, and the half of the house collapsed and did not hit anyone, but they were all stuffed inside and couldn't get out.

My grandmother, my grandfather, and my grandmother were all right, and after my grandfather came out of the rubble, there was a small amount of blood on his chest, and when he unbuttoned his clothes, he saw a piece of shrapnel the size of a fingernail standing upright on the skin of his chest.

My grandfather didn't even frown, raised his hand and pulled out the shrapnel, it was just a skin injury, sprinkle some hemostatic medicine and it would be fine, looked down and looked into his clothes, my grandfather was furious, raised his head and scolded to the sky, "Little Japan, you fucking blew up Lao Tzu's 'Five Thunder Order'!" ”

Three Fire Orders and Five Thunder Orders, these two tokens are picked up by my great-grandfather. As mentioned earlier, when my grandfather and the Japanese ronin were thundering, the Three Fire Orders were kicked and broken by a Japanese ronin.

In fact, the Taoist token is not a rare object for us, and it can also be said to be useless, but since the Three Fire Orders were broken, the Five Thunder Orders were regarded as talismans by my grandfather and carried in his arms. According to my grandfather's statement, if the Japanese ronin's kick back then had not been blocked by the Three Fire Order, he would probably have been seriously injured. This is not to say that my grandfather's kung fu is not as good as that Japanese ronin, at that time he had already killed three with his bare hands, and his strength was a little unable to keep up with the fourth one, after all, those Japanese ronins are not ordinary people.

It's also a big miracle, these two tokens seem to owe my grandfather in the previous life, not to mention the previous three fire orders, this time the five thunder orders, shrapnel smashed it before it was pierced on my grandfather's body, if it wasn't for this token blocked, my grandfather may die this time, it's really in vain that my grandfather has regarded it as his "talisman" for so many years.

Soon after the plane passed, a group of Japanese soldiers, numbering hundreds, came. They did not stop in the village, carrying heavy machine guns and small steel cannons (mortars) and hurried through the village into the mountains, as if they were chasing the Kuomintang army before them.

At this time, my grandfather and grandmother were digging out of the ruins, and when they saw the Japanese passing by, they even scolded their ancestors for the eighteenth generation countless times. This is going to be left to my grandfather when he was young, and with my grandfather's temper, I have to find a way to kill a few of them.

The large pieces of furniture buried under the ruins were gone, and only the bedding and soft clothes were dug out. Wang Caoyu's family has many people and many houses, so my grandfather's family temporarily lived in Wang Caoyu's house. My grandfather said that he would find someone to demolish the old house and build a new one in the same place.

That night, just after dinner, a dense burst of gunfire rang out in the mountains to the north, which was very intense, like bursting beans, and it seemed that the Japanese and the previous Kuomintang army were fighting. In my grandmother's words, the bullets and shells turned the sky in the mountains red. The gunfire continued into the early hours of the next morning, and the fighting lasted all night.

In the afternoon of the next day, the Japanese soldiers came out of the mountains, and it was clear that the Kuomintang army had suffered a defeat.

There were about 100 Japanese soldiers in this group before, but at this time there were only 70 or 80 left. My grandfather stood in front of the ruins and looked at them coldly, only that they died less, but there was a strange thing, after a battle, they didn't have any serious injuries, only a few lightly injured.

Subsequently, these Japanese soldiers drove all the strong laborers in the village out of their homes, and my grandfather was originally going to find someone in the village to demolish the old house and build a new house, but this time it was in vain.

The Japanese soldiers drove all these sturdy villagers into the mountains, and at first these villagers thought that what the Japanese were going to do to them, who knows, they were to carry the corpses out of the mountains. The previous Kuomintang army of several hundred people was wiped out, and hundreds of people had never killed more than a hundred Japanese devils.

The Japanese asked the villagers to carry the corpses out of the mountain one by one and bury them in a ditch in the northeast corner of our village. Because there were too many corpses, the ditches were filled in, and finally a shallow layer of floating soil was covered on them.

Wang Caoyu's son, Wang Shicheng, grandson Wang Xiaoshun and Wang Xiaoer, were also driven by the Japanese to carry the corpses. After carrying it for three days, when the father and son returned home every night, their bodies were covered with blood, just like three bloody people, which was very scary. My grandfather told them not to change their clothes, and to wear them again the next day, and when the corpse was finished, they should take off all the clothes inside and outside and burn them.

According to Wang Xiaoshun's later recollections, there were about 400 people in that Kuomintang army, some of whom were killed by guns, some of whom were stabbed to death with bayonets, and some of whom were blown up by bombs. There were also Japanese corpses in the corpses they carried, but there were not many, only thirty or forty in all, and some of these people had not been shot to death, as if they had committed suicide by cutting their stomachs with bayonets.

In fact, these Japanese soldiers who committed suicide by seppuku were seriously wounded, and there were basically no seriously wounded in the Japanese army, and once they were seriously injured, they either solved it themselves or others solved it for him, and their troops never let the seriously wounded drag them down.

Among the corpses, there were two men dressed in officers' clothes, their heads missing, which seemed to have been cut off by the Japanese.

After this battle, no army came to the village, neither the army of the Kuomintang nor the army of the Japanese. My grandfather's family began to ask someone to rebuild the house.

There was no military disaster in the small mountain village, and it seemed to be calm, but it soon caused an evil incident, how evil it was.

At this time, it was already winter, my grandfather's house had been built, and the whole family had moved in. When I built the house before, my grandmother planned to put the little gold left in the house into the wall, after all, this war is chaotic, and it is not practical to put these things in the house, but my grandfather did not let me, and my grandmother had to give up.

That afternoon, Wang Caoyu came to my grandfather's house with a crutch, and told my grandfather with a bitter face that there was something wrong with everyone else in the family except him, and he couldn't tell what was wrong, and wanted my grandfather and my grandmother to go to his house to have a look.

My grandfather didn't say a word, but greeted my grandmother, and immediately followed Wang Caoyu to his house.

At this time, the men in Wang Caoyu's family, in addition to Wang Caoyu, are Wang Shicheng, Wang Xiaoshun and Wang Xiaoer, their father and son.

At this time, the father and son were all lying in it and falling asleep. Wang Caoyu said that since a few days ago, the three of them have been arguing about the lack of energy, getting up early in the morning to get sleepy, and not eating much, these days, simply covered their heads with quilts, and they couldn't get up in bed, looking like they were sick, and they looked for Lang Zhong to see, and Lang Zhong said that he was not sick.

Wang Caoyu's family has a total of three houses, two years ago his wife died, Wang Caoyu lived alone, Wang Shicheng lived in the east, and Wang Xiaoshun and his brothers lived in the west.

My grandfather first followed Wang Caoyu to the east where Wang Shicheng lived, Wang Shicheng was lying on the bed, with his head covered by the quilt, and his wife was sitting on the edge of the bed with a sad face.

My grandfather walked to the side of the bed and pulled out the quilt to see, Wang Shicheng was curled up in a ball on the bed, still shivering, very strange, and then looked at his face, his face was much whiter than usual, just like the kind of dead man white, white and yin, saying that he was sleeping on the bed, but his eyes were open, and his eyes were full of red bloodshots, and the whole person looked sluggish and scattered, as if he had lost his soul.

At this moment, Wang Shicheng sat up from the bed without warning, glared coldly at my grandfather with bloodshot eyes, raised his hand to take the quilt back and put his head on his body, and lay back on the bed as soon as he leaned back.

My grandfather frowned, this situation is like a ghost possession, but it is not a ghost possession, people who are possessed by ghosts are generally running around and scolding, not so honest. If you want to say that you are disturbed by some kind of unjust soul or beast, it doesn't look like it, and people who are disturbed by unjust souls or beasts are generally babbling nonsense, and they don't sleep in bed.

My grandfather went to see Wang Xiaoshun and Wang Xiaoer again, and the same is true, the father and son are the same.

Because of the difference between men and women, my grandmother didn't enter their room, and when my grandfather saw the father and son, after coming out of the room, my grandmother asked my grandfather what was going on. My grandfather shook his head and said, "It's weird!" ”

My grandmother was busy saying; "Uncle's house has a lot of yin qi, and I can smell more than a dozen different yin qi, which is quite strange."

When Wang Caoyu heard this, his face immediately turned white, if my grandfather and my grandmother both said that it was strange, it must be extremely strange.

Wang Caoyu hurriedly asked my grandfather, "Uncle Bingshou, are the children still saved?" ”

When my grandfather heard Wang Caoyu's words, his face darkened, and he said: "What are you talking about, looking forward to the children having an accident, I tell you, I can't die, it seems that they brought something from home, and there is more than one of these things, which is very tight." ”

Wang Caoyu hurriedly asked, "Then what should I do?" ”

"What to do?" My grandfather thought for a while, "Let's get rid of bad luck in the family first." ”

Subsequently, my grandfather asked Wang Caoyu to prepare five grains of wormwood and yellow paper, sprinkle five grains on the ground of the house, dot wormwood in the center of the house, and then burn five pieces of yellow paper in each corner of the four corners of the house. In the words of my grandfather, sprinkle grains to drive away evil, point wormwood to ward off evil spirits, and burn yellow paper to send ghosts.

The king grass carp did so, sprinkled the grain, lit wormwood, and burned the yellow paper. In the evening, Wang Shicheng's father and son got better, got out of bed one after another, and were hungry noisily, but on the whole, their spirits were still not good.

The whole family was happy after a night without incident, but the next morning, the three of them were the same again. Wang Caoyu couldn't help it, and then sprinkled five grains and wormwood to burn yellow paper, and in the evening, the three of them were in good spirits again, but they committed it again the next morning, and it was terrible.

After tossing and turning like this for several days, my grandfather saw that this was not good, so he discussed with my grandmother whether to do a ritual at Wang Caoyu's house or put a few evil stones in the yard or something, if this didn't work, I had to think of another way.

In my grandmother's words, these dirty things are not the same as what they have encountered in the past, those in the past were at least independent individuals, and now these seem to be just some grievances, one or two grievances can't become a climate, a dozen and a dozen together are difficult to entangle, these grievances can't be caught, can't be sent away, can't be dispersed, and the disembodied body is unconscious, unless they disappear on their own or leave willingly. The Last Ghost Hunter:

Just when my grandfather and my grandmother were about to do something at Wang Caoyu's house, the sound of a gong sounded in the village. When the Japanese came before, they struck the gong, but at this time, could it be that the Japanese came again?

Hearing the sound of the gong, my grandfather hurriedly went out to look, it turned out that he was not Japanese, and saw a group of villagers hugging a little old man in his fifties, the old man was dressed in a green robe, with a goatee, and a bun on his head, and a hairpin was inserted in the bun, as if he was a Taoist priest.

My grandfather came to inquire and learned that not only Wang Shicheng and his son, but also many people in the village had a strange disease, and the symptoms were exactly the same as Wang Shicheng's father and son, and they were all male laborers in the family.

This little old man, who was surrounded by the villagers, was invited by the "Huanghua Cave" more than ten miles away to the east, saying that this Taoist master is very high, and he is proficient in feng shui fortune-telling, exorcism and catching ghosts.

Since my grandfather's family moved here, they haven't revealed the details to anyone, and nothing evil has happened in the small village, so no one in the village knows that my grandfather and my grandmother know this.

As soon as my grandfather came home and said it, my grandfather immediately laughed. Because of what, when my grandfather was young, he saw many Taoist monks in the north and south of the river, and he knew very well that these "monks" were two catties.

My grandfather smiled and said, "That's a good feeling, let's take a look, and see what this master is capable of...... "-The Last Ghost Hunter-