At this time, I noticed that the old man's eyes were flushed, and his palms were trembling slightly in his sleeves. All of this qiē proves that his spirit is in a state of extreme euphoria.

Zhang's excitement reached a critical point. It's a collapse, and at that time, he's going crazy.

I quickly stood up, pulled him hard, and then hugged him hard. My arms were clasped around his body, and I whispered in his ear, "Don't be afraid, there's still a long time, a long time." Don't be afraid, everyone is safe. ”

The old man was guided by my voice, and gradually fell silent.

I have a distant relative. Sort of my cousin. After he called me, it was a very mysterious name, like Da Confucian. But he was actually a psychiatrist.

He once told me that if a normal person is tortured by a certain stimulus for a long time, it will induce psychosis, and there is often a few minutes of rescue time between the beginning of the onset and the complete onset of the disease. If the measures are appropriate. It is possible to save the patient from the brink of insanity.

The way to do this is to give the patient a sense of security. No matter who you are, when you are extremely vulnerable, what you want most is your mother, and what you want most is maternal love. As for the doctor, the easiest way for the patient to express his mother's love is to hug him to the death. Wrap him around with a warm body. A reflection of a woman's uterus tightly wrapped around the fetus.

For human beings, no matter how much he is capable, no matter how many twists and turns he has experienced in the world. The fetus's experience is already engraved in the genes, and in his subconscious, the mother is the safest place.

The rest of me saw the old man on the verge of madness. I suddenly remembered my cousin's words, so I immediately did so. I didn't expect it to work.

The old man quieted down, and gasped for a while. Then he whispered softly in my ear, "I'm fine, I'm fine." ”

I cautiously let him go, and noticed that the flush on his cheeks and inside his eyes was fading. He wiped a handful of sweat from Eqi, and then said gratefully, "Thank you." It's dangerous. ”

Obviously, he also knew that if I hadn't made a move, he would have gone crazy.

I patted him on the shoulder and asked, "What's going on?" ”

The old man looked at the world outside the window, pointed to the setting sun, and said, "Every night someone dies." I was stressed out and scared. If night represents death, dusk represents judgment. I can't bear it anymore. ”

When I entered the house, I was terrified. And he is like a messenger of God. Now the two of us seem to pick each other's positions. I became very calm, and the old man's heart was still beating down.

I knew that my feelings would resound strangely to him, so I asked more and more calmly: "Will someone die every night?" Do you know the exact time? ”

The old man nodded in surprise and said, "The police used to bring a precise timer. I've heard them say that the knife will break at 1:15 sharp. The villagers committed suicide at 1:20. ”

Then he looked horrified and said, "It's the evil spirit who is chasing after him." We fled all the way to the East, and at the behest of the gods, we found the refuge of the Emperor. The evil spirit has lost us, and he has sought us for six hundred years. Now he's finally here. We will be killed one by one. ”

I waved my hand and said, "It's still early in the morning, you don't have to be excited, you have time to tell me what happened." ”

When the old man heard me say this, he became a little dazed, and he asked me, "What do you want me to say?" I don't know what to make. ”

I scratched my head and asked, "Who is that demon?" Have you seen him? ”

The old man shook his head blankly: "I haven't seen it." But this body is said to have been passed down from generation to generation. He said that when we left the land, we were righteous and fled from evil spirits. Only under the protection of Emperor Ming Zhi, the evil ghosts will not find us. ”

When I heard this, I already had a judgment in my heart: "This is obviously a lie to them by the Zaming royal family, making up such a collection and making them desperate to stay." Unexpectedly, the content of Zhang Nian's brainwashing for them became a body theory, and the fluid has come to this point. And one of the remaining demons has recently found them. Naturally, they made this ghost the one from hundreds of years ago. ”

I thought silently in my heart. What does the demon who stole my broadsword have to do with them? Why is righteousness not to live with them?

So I asked, "What do your knives represent?" ”

The old man said, "The sword is a symbol of life, and it was forged by the gods. The evil spirit is coming, and we can defend it with our swords. If the knife breaks, it means that the gods have given up on us. ”

I couldn't help but sigh in amazement: this old man was really pedantic.

I made a joke and said, "Since this knife is so important, you have to make it stronger." ”

The old man was a little curious, and said very solemnly: "Every knife is made of stainless steel." Although it cannot be said that iron is sharpened like clay, it is definitely a good knife of the first class. Moreover, each knife will be tested for the purpose of casting, and only the qualified broadsword will be collected. ”

Immediately afterwards, his voice dimmed a lot: "I didn't expect that such a good knife would be broken out of thin air." No wonder they commit suicide. They affirmed that righteousness was God's will. But I don't know it's the devil's doing. The gods have not given up on us, otherwise why would He have sent you to us? ”

The old man sat on the floor muttering while I pondered the rest of his words. I always felt that there was something important in it.

After a while, I raised my surprise and asked a little nervously, "How do you try the knife?" ”

The old man, apparently also a blacksmith, was very skilled at speaking to me. When everyone casts a knife, they will cast three. These three knives were first tried on the iron plate. Those that do not meet the standards will be discarded. The rest slashed each other, and the blades were discarded through the gaps. The best of them is a symbol of righteous life. Clamping fork technique.

I nodded a little curiously and said, "I see, what I saw on the wall of the empty house that day was a test of knives." ”

I got up from the ground and began to pace slowly around the room. The old man said something upside down and mixed with a lot of ridiculous imagination, and I had to weed out the false beliefs and pity, and I could come to a real conclusion.

I opened the wooden door of the hut and paced back and forth in the twilight.

No one bothered me, so I circled the house and circled around the house. Over time. The more I thought about it, the more I understood.

After hundreds of years, the villagers here have almost lost their memories of what they have passed again. The fragmented memory seems to be a little bit and full of errors. But their physique is still there. That is the righteous life to make a sword. Sometimes, the deeds of righteousness are far more truthful than the narration of the tongue.

Instead of believing their commentary on their own righteousness, we should put aside the language and think directly about the meaning of such righteousness.

The demons must have been villagers here. There's a good chance that the big knife in my hand is his. He returned with a broadsword. Try the knife with the villagers here. The knife is in the person, and the knife is dead.

Just like what I saw on the wall that day in the empty house, he took a big knife and slashed at it viciously.

I sighed, looked at the increasingly gloomy sky, and thought: Is that evil ghost also a failed knife attempt? Then he committed suicide with hatred.

In this way, this kind of knife test is a contest of the fate of the big sword, not the process of selecting the treasure knife in the old man's mouth.

I nodded a little strangely: this conclusion should be correct.

I thought of this, and I looked up with some excitement. I know that if you want to persuade a demon, you have to find the source of his anger. I believe I've found it.

There were three people standing in the distance, all staring at me. These three people are none other than Secretary Wang, Officer Shi, and Officer Chen.

I quickened my pace and walked over, and saw Officer Chen gloating a little and said, "Brother Zhao, was you confused by that old Qi?" That guy was confused, and he was talking nonsense when he saw everyone. I think he's kind of half-crazy. ”

I smiled at him and asked, "Can you guess which old man the evil ghost will be looking for tonight?" ”

Officer Shi said lightly: "I will look for the old man you have seen left." ”

I was surprised, "How do you know how to make it?" And so sure? ”

Officer Shi said, "It's very simple. It kills people in order of age. Kill the oldest first, and then the fate decreases in turn, and tonight it is the turn of the old man. ”

I asked, "Does that old man know how to make it?" ”

Officer Shi shook his head: "We didn't tell them about this discovery. ”

I hurried back and found the pliers standing next to the hut. I anxiously asked, "What about the prophet?" ”

"The prophet has again sought the messenger of the gods." He was again every night. ”

I anxiously asked, "Where is he now?" ”

"The messenger is mysterious, and no one knows where he was made except the prophet, and that is a blasphemy. ”

I thought to myself, this messenger must have been delusional by Lao Qi. But it's strange that he knew my name in advance.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly I felt that these villagers were pitiful and funny. I looked up and finally made a decision. I don't know how to be so brave.

I said to the tongs, "Do you know where the great sword of the prophet is?" ”

The tong nodded a little strangely, and then asked, "What are you looking for his big knife for?" ”

I said lightly: "Tonight, I'm going to try the knife on his behalf." ”R832