I finally understood that the reason why I could see unclean things was not because my luck was low, but because I had a pair of incredible yin and yang eyes.

The description on the parchment made me skeptical, but I had to believe it, and my heart was both excited and uneasy.

The ancestor is not a soul suppressor, to be exact, a tomb master. Our people surnamed Ling are actually the descendants of the guards sent here by an emperor in ancient times to guard the mausoleum of the concubine.

The guards of the tomb of that year, the yin and yang spell taught by the national teacher, was given the surname Ling by the emperor, and became the guard of the town tomb.

It's been a long time, and the descendants of the surname Ling don't know the reason. It's not that the art of Zhenling has been lost, but that the protector of the country has instructed that if the spirit of the tomb is not vented, then the Zhenling guards of the year must not pass on this secret from generation to generation.

The Protector wrote clearly on the parchment that if the jade ring is in the world, the spirit of the tomb has been moved, and the person who obtains the jade ring is the real descendant of the tomb master, and is responsible for suppressing the evil spirit and guarding the tomb of the concubine.

The Xuanmu Mental Method, which has been passed down from generation to generation by the Ling family, is actually just a technique commonly used by some Taoist priests and warlocks to exorcise ghosts and ward off evil spirits, and it is no different from the number of techniques used by other Jianghu warlocks who eat yin and yang rice.

The difference is that with this jade ring, the hereditary spell will truly possess amazing spiritual power. Maybe it's the meaning of God, I am born in the Yang Year and the Yang Moon, and I am just right to become the successor of the Zhenling Master.

The tears flowing on Boss Jin's corpse belong to the water of yin, and when I accidentally wiped this water of yin on my eyelids, yin and yang blended, and since then I have the ability to see ghosts and gods.

Guimei Village was sandwiched between the four villages of Dongling, Nanling, Xiling, and Beiling, which was the secret burial place of the princess.

Ever since I was sensible, I have developed a strong interest in the name of the village, and I have been imagining the legend passed down by the adults by word of mouth.

Even if it is my grandfather, I am afraid that he only knows that Guimei Village is because there was a princess in this village, and because the princess was favored and returned to her hometown to visit relatives by the grace of God.

In fact, Guimei Village is only the resting place of the princess, and there is no record of it in the historical records, and this secret has been passed down for hundreds of years, and now it is finally known to me.

Our four Lingjia villages, after the secret burial of the princess, were divided into four directions of the town, southeast, northwest and northwest, stationed here and married and had children from generation to generation.

The matter of the third uncle and mother-in-law of the beautiful village made me believe that the spirit of the tomb has been vented, and the ghosts and evil are about to be in trouble. However, I didn't know what I was going to do next, because there was no detailed description on the sheepskin.

Maybe I should go out of the mountain village and wander outside, maybe I can meet someone who can guide me, after all, I don't know who the other three descendants of Lingjia Village are.

I made up my mind, and I quickly found someone to take over the farmhouse I run, as for Lao Ling's shop, I guess I don't want to give it away, just let it sit there.

Someone will take over tomorrow, and I sit on the couch with emotion, looking at the small shop I've been running for a few years. A beautiful girl in a fiery red T-shirt suddenly appeared and made my eyes light up.

I didn't expect her to be my last guest, which made me a little happy. The girl casually ordered two dishes, and after eating a few bites, she asked me about the origin of Guimei Village.

Anyone who comes to travel to us will basically ask about the origin of the name of Guimei Village. Although I knew the secrets of Guimei Village, I could not tell her these things, but as usual, I told her the legend of the princess in the village who had been going back to her family for generations.

The girl listened with relish, thought for a while, and suddenly asked me: "Handsome guy, do you know what supernatural things have happened in Guimei Village?" ”

I was secretly taken aback, looked at her hesitantly, and shook my head. But the girl did not give up, and insisted that she had heard that Guimei Village had dug up a female corpse that had not decomposed twenty or thirty years ago.

I began to suspect her identity, and the girl probably saw my vigilance, and quickly explained to me that she was the editor of a supernatural magazine, and occasionally heard people talk about what happened many years ago, so she came all the way here to collect news.

Her innocent appearance gradually dispelled my doubts. I took a sip of tea and said slowly, "Speaking of which, you really asked the right person." My father experienced that strange thing back then, and a few years later, after getting married and having a family, my father unfortunately passed away. ”

The smile on the girl's face disappeared and she whispered, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked about this." ”

I said disapprerovingly: "It's nothing, I haven't met my father either, but my grandfather often mentioned that my father was in trouble because he didn't believe in ghosts and gods." ”

The girl was amazed, and I saw that the notebook she had wanted to put in her small bag was quietly rested on the table, and I knew that she still wanted to interview me about the story.

It is said that in that era of severe material scarcity, my father was appointed by the commune secretary to be a substitute teacher at Guimei Elementary School because he was the only high school student in the village.

Although my grandfather was a mourner, my father never believed in that, and because he became a substitute teacher, he became a representative of atheism in our area.

Although the grandfather was so angry that he beat his father several times, the stubborn father never gave in and refused to take over his grandfather's business, so he had to give up.

The ancestral hall in Guimei Village has opened a primary school, and the four children in Guimei Village in Lingjia Village all go to school in Guimei Primary School.

It is said that one day my father was in class, and suddenly a naughty child turned blue and stumbled in. When the father saw that the child was late for school, he was already angry, and when he heard the child cry out that he had seen a dead man, he was even more angry, accusing the child of not learning to lie from novels and making excuses for being late.

The child tried to plead, but it was an era of excellent social security, and the father didn't believe it. Just as the father was angrily scolding the child, a small straw dog suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom, causing a commotion among the other children.

The father looked sideways and was surprised to find that the puppy actually had a bone in its mouth.

No matter how you look at it, the bones don't look like pig bones, not to mention that everyone was very poor in those days, and few families could afford to eat meat.

The father whipped the whip in his hand at the puppy, and the puppy screamed, let go of the bone, and ran away whimpering.

My father picked up the bone, looked at it carefully, and immediately felt that something was wrong, no matter how you look at it, it was also like a human leg bone.

The father grimaced and asked the child where he had found the dead man. The naughty child seemed to be frightened, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

This novel is from the King of Books