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Cha Wenbin didn't send He Lao to the cremation car, he just had to wait at home to complete the ceremony of sending him up the mountain, after tossing for so many days, he was also tired, and wanted to go to the hut where He Lao lived before his death to squint for a while.

But after a while, someone knocked on the door and shouted, "Mr. Cha, Mr. Cha, you have to get up and take a look." ”

Cha Wenbin followed with his red eyes and his clothes over, and was taken to the house of Hu Changzi. When an old man in the village saw him coming, he pushed open the hidden door and motioned for Cha Wenbin to take a look.

I saw a person on the bed convulsing all over, foaming at the mouth, and muttering something indistinctly. Seeing this, Cha Wenbin immediately flashed in, grabbed Hu Changzi's people, and shouted, "Quick, go grab a handful of chopsticks immediately." ”

Hu Changzi's daughter-in-law was completely out of idea at this time, but fortunately, a few people who watched the excitement were enthusiastic, and the chopsticks were delivered after a while.

Cha Wenbin put the chopsticks into Hu Changzi's mouth, and then pinched the fingers in the human middle and put them away, Hu Changzi bit the chopsticks and didn't let go, as if he wanted to bite it.

"Don't gather around here, everyone inside is out!" The village chief shouted. This Wangzhuang village chief can admire Cha Wenbin very much, Wang Weiguo's family was thanks to him Cha Wenbin came forward, in his eyes Cha Wenbin is their great benefactor of Wangzhuang.

Blowing away the crowd of onlookers, the village chief leaned over and asked, "That Mr. Cha, he just came back from Anhui to deliver a letter, and he became like this as soon as he got home, was he washed away by He Lao?" ”

Cha Wenbin opened the eyelids of Eldest Son Hu and looked at it carefully, shook his head and said: "No, I have shown it to your village, since that incident, our Wang Zhuang will not have any more dead people in the past few years." He Lao is not a person from Wangzhuang, although he was also in Wangzhuang when he was young, but what he has eaten over the years is no longer Wangzhuang's food, and what he has drunk is not Wangzhuang's water. Although this root has been returned to Wangzhuang, the leaves have fallen in the provincial capital. Xianqiao also crossed last night, and I also sent the road, and his death will not rush people. ”

"What the hell is going on? Is it a sheep seizure? ”。 The village chief is called a hurry, Wangzhuang has not been peaceful for a while in recent years, either this family is unlucky or that family has an accident, and he is not easy to be the village chief.

This Cha Wenbin himself knows a little bit of medical skills, and he can generally prescribe Chinese medicine to solve small problems by himself, and he thought it was sheep epilepsy at first sight, but when he opened his eyes, he knew that this was not the case.

There is still a lamp in this room, and normal people's eyes will refract a layer of light under the light, even if they are sick. But there is no reflection in the eyes of the eldest son of this beard, and there is no trace of spirit in the eyes of Gray Qiuqiu, which is a typical sign that only evil can have, and there is no light if a person has no soul.

"The soul is lost." Cha Wenbin said lightly.

"What can I do, Mr. Cha, you have to save him, this child has a hard life, he has no father and mother since he was a child, and you have seen the situation at home, just this light bulb is the only electrical appliance, and the mother-in-law has just given birth to a baby......" Without waiting for the village chief to complain, Cha Wenbin interrupted him and said:

"Don't worry, I have a way, but I can't get it now, you can send someone to Wang's house to get three meats, three vegetables, three fruits, and three staple foods, plus three glasses of wine, and bring them here on a tray. I can't do this work during the day, and when I send He Lao up the mountain, I'll come over at night. In addition, if you help me find the butcher in the village, I will definitely ask him to bring the sharp knife used to kill the pigs. ”

The village chief hurriedly called out to a young man outside and told him to find someone, and after a while, a man of five big and three rough men came, and a fishy smell came to his face.

The butcher was not a person of status in the village, at that time every family in the village raised pigs, and during the Chinese New Year, the villagers would invite the butcher to kill the pig, and after the killing, he would be invited to drink a meal, and then the butcher would pick a piece of meat and take it away as a reward. Because killing pigs is a manual job, and it is dirty work, most of the people who do it are rough people.

The butcher drilled into the room of the eldest son of Hu, and then shouted, "Village chief, you called me? ”

Cha Wenbin looked up, good guy, this person's body can really have a fight with a horizontal face. The butcher saw that the eldest son of Hu was sobbing on the bed, so he wanted to go over and take a look, and said, "Yo, what is wrong with this eldest brother?" Hu Changzi, who had been lying on the bed, immediately shrank back and suddenly curled up.

Cha Wenbin hurriedly said: "Hey, this little brother, don't worry, I called you over to ask you for a favor." ”

This butcher naturally knows Cha Wenbin, who in Wang Zhuang doesn't know his name as a Taoist, that is a living immortal. The butcher clenched his fists and said, "My name is Tie Niu, and Mr. Cha can tell me if there is anything." ”

"Iron Bull?" Cha Wenbin stood up, looked at it a few times, and suddenly laughed and said: "What an iron bull, a Zhang Fei, and a Li Kui, I bother you two to stay in this room for me today, I can't leave before I come, can I do it?" ”

"Two? You let me and the old village chief guard it? I'm fine, I'm afraid he won't be able to bear it, he's getting older. "That iron bull is a real man, and he will say whatever he has in his stomach.

"Big man, come in!" Cha Wenbin shouted out the window.

After a while, a big man came in with his head down and said, "Brother Wen Bin, you called me?" ”

This man is a cross-fleshed face, if you have to compare him with the butcher Iron Bull, this guy's tonnage is probably even higher. As soon as Tie Niu looked at such a guy, he was also amazed: "What is this brother called?" ”

"Me? I don't have a name, they all call me Meatface. After saying that, he himself smiled a little embarrassedly.

Cha Wenbin suddenly felt that it was not a way to call him like this all the time, and after thinking about choosing a name for him in a few days, he also said embarrassedly: "You two are here to be companions, Brother Tie Niu, stick your pig-killing knife on the head of this bed and then you can go out." ”

Iron Bull pulled out the sharp knife that was inserted in the wooden box, because it was used to slaughter pigs, in addition to the greasy feeling on the knife, there were still stains of blood on the knife that had been soaked into the steel.

He swaggered up to Hu Changzi, and with a "rub", the sharp knife pierced down. Hu Changzi shuddered and curled his body tighter.

Cha Wenbin asked someone to drag two big benches and put them at the head of the bed, so that the two of them sat on both sides of Hu Changzi, and then pulled the old village chief out, and then closed the door and said softly: "When the two of them are brought food, I have to find a person who was born in September and belongs to the dragon, if I can't find it, come to me again, and other people are not allowed to go in." ”

The old village chief immediately said: "Yo, my second son was born in September and belongs to the dragon, do you think he can do it?" ”

Cha Wenbin patted him on the shoulder and said, "Okay, your son, good life!" Then he walked briskly back to Wangzhuang.

Being disturbed like this, he felt that he couldn't sleep, so he simply sat in the empty mourning hall and thought about the things that happened some time ago. Originally, I wanted to discuss something with He Lao, but I gave them too little time.

He Lao listened to Cha Wenbin tell what he had seen and heard from an archaeological point of view, and he was also in a fog for a while, but he gave Cha Wenbin a very important information: in our country, there is indeed a very mysterious organization, specializing in collecting some unusual things, and in his career, he has unearthed many unheard of things, but in the end these things are not preserved in the museum, and they cannot find their whereabouts, let alone leave any archives. And these things are not gold, silver, jewelry, jade porcelain and other valuable cultural relics without exception, but some objects that seem to have very strange shapes, such as those used for sacrifices.

If He Lao was given a little more time, maybe he would be able to decipher the ancient text from Qiang, but God had already drawn an end to him so far. Before his death, He Lao and Cha Wenbin's last conversation was to ask Cha Wenbin to be able to crack the mystery in his lifetime, which may be his will.

Just thinking about it, the sound of firecrackers outside had already sounded, and someone hurriedly ran in and shouted: "The hearse is almost at the entrance of the village, can Mr. Cha leave?" ”

Cha Wenbin put away the guy on the table, shouted Zhuo Xiong, and hurried to the entrance of the village.

All the juniors who were related to He Lao before his death knelt on the ground, dressed in linen and filial piety. All kinds of wreaths, white flags, and cries plunged the village into a state of sorrow.

Chaozi, who started the head, held his father's urn in his hand, his eyes were red, he had been guarding the spirit of He Lao for three whole days, and he knelt in front of He Lao's coffin for three whole days without a drop of water, his tears were dry, and his voice was hoarse. Holding the umbrella for him was his cousin Wang Xin, Cha Wenbin carried the mourning sedan chair that had been prepared to Chaozi, and then took the urn and put it in and shouted: "One kneel to the sky, two kneel to the ground, and three kneel He Lao into Huangquan!" Then a handful of paper money was thrown into the air, and all the people began to cry loudly again, and the kneeling people knocked their heads three times at the urn.

Then Cha Wenbin shouted again: "Get up! ”

In the sound of firecrackers, four young and strong young men carrying the urn began to slowly walk towards the grave mountain under the leadership of Cha Wenbin......

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