It seems that since we came to Wenkutu, we have been in a state of being watched, and last night, when we were fighting those Japanese undead ghosts, it was also the praying mantis catching cicadas, and the yellow finches were behind, and everything we did was in full view of those mysterious yellow finches. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In this way, on the basis of the first possibility that all this is the work of the aliens, it really cannot be ruled out that the yellow finches took advantage of our departure to secretly carry out all this.

However, this is just our speculation, we have neither evidence nor authority to investigate all this, even Zhuo Faner, who is the captain of the Serious Crime Brigade, can do nothing.

The top priority at the moment is to find the urn of the female ghost as soon as possible, and then leave here, because, whether it is an alien or a human being, whether it is ulterior motives or ill-intentioned, the purpose of all this is to destroy everything here, then, even if we want to find the root again, I am afraid that we will be weak and busy in vain.

It was this flash of thought at that time, to me and the fat man, and even the real 17 groups, all buried a huge hidden danger that gave us a headache for a long time, for this reason, Yin Chuanshan also beat me and the fat man fiercely, and spoke mercilessly, if it weren't for the serious consequences of not being able to provoke Shen Han, I would really have turned my face with Lao Yin.

Of course, these are all later words, and they will not be hidden for the time being.

"Then how can we find the urn of the female ghost, I'll go." The fat man looked at the pile of rockeries, and he was at a loss.

"This is not difficult, you see, this terrain because it was too dark last night, I didn't look carefully, just now I looked around, the terrain here belongs to the vermilion bird crying elephant in feng shui, what does it mean, that is, the water is the vermilion bird, that is, the previous hot spring, it belongs to the red bird in feng shui, the hot spring nourishes evil ghosts, belongs to the feng shui 'cheap robbery arrow cutting, turbulent sorrow' of the evil elephant, those evil ghosts want to control the female ghost, they will inevitably bury her ashes in front of the hot spring."

", what you said is the same as what you didn't say, the surroundings of this hot spring can be regarded as the front, then we can plane here, we have to plane until the New Year, hehe" The fat man looked at me with a disapproving face.

"Feng Shui is broad and profound, how can you be an ordinary man who can comprehend, of course, this alone cannot determine the exact location of the columbarium, but you look again, isn't there a mountain there in the west, that mountain doesn't look like a tiger." I stretched out my hand and pointed to a mountain on the west side that looked like a tiger standing on a dragon's plate, deliberately whetting their appetite.

The fat man, Zhuo Fan'er, and Xia Qian looked in the direction I pointed in disbelief, and they all nodded to indicate that the mountain looked quite like a tiger looking down for something, of course, it was just a shape.

"Ah, do you know what this is called, it is called the white tiger corpse, the mountain is the tiger, the "Yin Fu Zangjing" said 'the tiger is angry and squatting, the head is uneven, and the disaster is hidden', that is, the bottom of this mountain tip is facing down, if the dead are buried, then it is right, and the disaster will affect the three generations, and the people who have died will be killed for generations, which is very powerful." I looked up at the rugged peak, and I was secretly frightened, I didn't expect that this terrain was still a fierce place, and it was really blinding.

"What do you want to say after talking about it for so long?" Xia Qian saw that I was in a fog, and my mouth was full of words that could make her understand, and she was a little impatient, so she said something to me.

"Sister, you draw a straight line that intersects with the ground along the direction of the tiger's mouth, and then start from the intersection of the straight line and the ground, and walk in a straight line to the direction of the hot spring, in the middle of the second straight line, which is the approximate location of the buried ash altar, this time I said it clearly enough, hehe" I looked at Xia Qian and explained, in fact, it was also for the fat man and Zhuo Fan.

"I didn't expect that you two brothers are really hidden, and you actually know the art of feng shui, which is really admirable." Zhuo Faner looked at me and the fat man, and felt sorry in his heart.

"Well, don't be emotional, come, copy the guy, dig on the ancestral grave, hehe" The fat man saw that Zhuo Faner was stunned by me, he couldn't hold back his laughter, reached out and threw a pickaxe at Zhuo Faner's feet, shouting to start working.

I visually measured the straight line of the mountain peak to the ground where we were, and then used my foot as a ruler to walk in the direction of what used to be a hot spring, and after repeating it, I stopped at a place about ten meters away from the center of the hot spring in my memory, and motioned to the fat man and Zhuo Fan: "It should be here, let's start practicing." ”

The fat man first used a shovel to clean up the snow there, and then Zhuo Fan was full of strength, and a pickaxe was planed down, and with a "bell", the pickaxe was frozen hard like pig iron, and the ground bounced high, and only a small negligible depression appeared on the ground.

Zhuo Faner shook his hands and bared his teeth and looked at me and the fat man: "Are you sure you can bury things underneath here." ”

"Hehe, brother, at first glance, he is a local tyrant who is not diligent, does not divide grains, stretches out his hands for clothes, and opens his mouth for food. The fat man shook his head and looked at Zhuo Faner, who was helpless, and laughed out loud.

Laughing enough, the fat man took out a bottle of liquor with a height from his waist, gathered a bunch of pine branches on the ground, poured wine, lit it, and then stood aside, took out a cigarette and distributed it to Zhuo Faner and me, and began to smoke and wait.

Zhuo Faner suddenly realized, after a long time, the two of us have been arguing, but we are not in a hurry to do it.

After burning for a while, seeing that the ground was already steaming, the fat man threw away his cigarette butt and beckoned the two of us to do it this time.

After the frozen soil was burned, it emitted a very good smell of moisture, just like the fragrance of spring earth, and our brothers "roared and roared" and dug for a while, and a boxy deep pit came out.

"Oh, what the hell?" The fat man's eyes were sharp, and he found a white and shiny thing in the pile of mud, and pulled it with a spade, revealing a piece of white porcelain.

"Haha, found it, that's it." The fat man jumped into the pit, buckled it with one hand, and grabbed out a porcelain altar with a big belly and a thin bottom and a white plaster mud seal.

The surface of the porcelain altar is painted with a woman who looks like a bodhisattva, holding a baby in her arms, behind her, is a cyan snake hovering between the clouds and mist, the painting is general, the facial expressions of the characters are dull and flat, and the early Republic of China is no different from those novel illustrations, it should be the folk kiln products of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, but its age coincides with the birth and death years of the female ghost, it seems that this columbarium must be the remains of the female ghost.

Seeing that I found the true body of the female ghost, I took the urn from the fat man's hand, and looked up at the sky, although there are pine trees in this dense forest, but because it is winter, the pine needles on the branches are all drooping, and the sunlight is still sprinkled in, plus the snow is reflective, oh, the light is quite sufficient, if the female ghost is released from the urn without covering, there is no need to say anything, and the soul will fly away and die.

Of course, it was not the first time that the fat man and I had done this business, and the necessary equipment was still available, so I put my hand into my arms and took out a piece of dirty red furoshii that I had drawn from Xia Qian's aunt's house in the morning, shook it in the wind, and unfolded it.

When Zhuo Fan Er saw it, he was happy: "What's the matter, Yang Xiaokai, this year is your natal year?"

"Can you grow a little longer, your family will get a hijab in your natal year, why don't you get a golden red tie to tie it around your waist to ward off evil." I looked at this Zhuo Fan'er who deliberately pretended to be stupid and made fun of me, and after squeezing him, I just grabbed him and let him and the fat man hold the two horns of the furoshiki and block them on the ash altar.

Then, I went under the urn, took out the willow branch, and took out a paper figure cut out of yellow mounted paper, and then cut off the white plaster mud from the mouth of the altar, revealing the ashes that had turned gray and black and were somewhat cemented because of age.

I bit my index finger and dripped the blood of my finger into the mouth of the paper man's heart, and then put the willow branch vertically through the paper man's heart, and pressed the willow branch and the paper man into the ashes together, at this time, I saw wisps of green smoke floating out of the willow branch, but the green smoke did not float to the mouth of the altar, but as if there was a suction at the bottom of the altar, all of them seeped into the ashes.

The green smoke in the columbarium became thicker and thicker, and the paper man who was pressed by the willow branch began to shake constantly, as if it was blown by a strong wind, and after a while, the paper figure spontaneously combusted without fire, and its flame was as green as phosphorus fire, and it looked like a sad look like a cry.

When the paper figure was about to burn out, I picked out the paper ashes with willow branches, covered the mouth of the altar with the fast red cloth, and tied the mouth of the altar with five-colored hemp rope, then clapped my hands, and smiled at Xia Qian, who was watching with relish: "Call it a day." ”

"No, that's it, there's no other tricks." Xia Qian looked at me and asked with a look of intent, his expression a little lost.

"No, then you mean that our brothers still have to dance the big god and sing the little hat of the two." I was amused by Xia Qian's excitement and was not afraid of chaos, so I couldn't help but look at her and ask with a smile.

"You children, it's okay to be poisoned and bitter by those nonsense ghost films, in reality, where is there so much flower work, and it's inviting God and stomping your feet and farting and humming, with that kind of work, the ghost would have come up and cut the girl to death, hehe" The fat man saw Xia Qian slightly disappointed, he laughed loudly, and disagreed.

"Well, I've seen the real scene of their brothers and ghosts smashing to death, it was really thrilling, and now that I think about it, I shudder." Zhuo Faner interjected on the side, and there was really a trace of nervousness in his eyes.

"You guys are so powerful, I must see it when I have a chance, hehe" Xia Qian was amused by Zhuo Faner, and he had to find a chance to see me and the fat man.

"You can pull it down, you two have to play to death our brothers to stop it, right, that thing, is it so fun, ah, comrades, you can have a snack, hey, I'll go." When the fat man heard Xia Qian, it seemed that we were fighting ghosts as if we were beating Sister Xiao, and he covered his face, he was really defeated by her innocence.

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