Xie Ling said to Luo Dami: Big brother, I am an outsider, I shouldn't have said this, but now things are getting more and more serious, and bad luck is about to come to the Luo family. You're going to tell the truth today, no matter what.

Luo Dami pondered for a long time and said: Brother Xie, I know you are very powerful, but you really can't help with this matter.

Just now I talked about Leizi's daughter-in-law hanging herself in red clothes, and I remembered the nightmare I had that night when I got the bad news from my father. At this time, my mind was blank, my heart was unspeakably blocked, I was anxious, and I had a very strong feeling, really like Xie Ling said, bad luck was coming.

I couldn't help it, and slammed the table: Big brother, you have to say, do you want to watch this family be destroyed?

Luo Dami rarely didn't get angry at me, he smiled bitterly: Third brother, Brother Xie, I'll just say it. If I leak this matter, our whole family will be robbed by five thunderbolts. Don't press questions.

Xie Ling laughed: Big brother, who is suing you here? It's just nonsense! The five thunders are a rare catastrophe, to have all the five elements, the cause is extremely difficult, there are so many great evils in the history of mankind for 5,000 years, how many people have suffered from the five thunders? We little people, even if God wants to punish, it is impossible to come up with such a big killing weapon, you can rest assured.

The sister-in-law also persuaded beside me: The head of the house, my eyelids are jumping, and something is really going to happen. Don't be stubborn, just say it, please.

Luo Dami looked around at us, hesitated, and finally spoke: Okay! Come with me.

He led us to the backyard, where the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and we braved the rain to get to the front of the warehouse without umbrellas. The backyard is very large, and the eldest brother has built a row of small warehouses, among which there is a small iron door, but one person is tall and short, and it looks very inconspicuous.

He took out the key to open the iron door, and as soon as he opened it, a cold wind suddenly blew from inside, and the temperature dropped by several degrees. It was pitch black, and he casually turned on the switch on the wall, and suddenly a small dim light bulb lit up on the roof. We walked in and closed the door with our backhand. The small barn was small, full of miscellaneous rags, and smelled of rancidity.

If you don't know the inside story, you will definitely not be able to find the mystery in this.

The eldest brother led us apart and went to the innermost, where he pushed open a broken table, revealing a round lid on the floor, which apparently led to the basement.

He grabbed the iron ring above and broke away violently, and there was a wooden staircase below, which was very dark inside, cold and invading people's hairy bones, and the yin qi was very thick. Xie Ling turned around and said: Xiaomi, you and your sister-in-law go back, you can't go down to this place.

Luo Xiaomi's lips were purple from the cold, she hugged her shoulders, but she was curious about what was underneath. After all, the sister-in-law is here at her age, and she is calm, so she grabbed Luo Xiaomi: Sister, let's not go down. Let's go back and wait for news from their old men.

Luo Xiaomi nodded sensibly and followed her sister-in-law. Now it's just me, the eldest brother and the three of them. Luo Dami rummaged through the clutter, found a flashlight, lit it, made a gesture, and motioned to follow him.

He rolled over, stepped on the wooden stairs, and walked down cautiously.

The walls of the basement are made of blue bricks and stones, and the bricks are finely paved, as if they have been deliberately polished. I said, "Big brother, you seem to have put a lot of thought into this basement.

Luo Dami's psychological defense has been lifted, sighing and saying: This is not what I want, she told me to do this, and gave me a very detailed construction drawing.

Xie Ling said: After talking for a long time, who is this person?

Luo Dami paused and said: This person knows the third child.

Do I know? I was confused.

It's Fan Xiong. The eldest brother's voice came faintly from the darkness below.

I was startled, and then I also reached the basement floor, and came down the wooden ladder to see Hesse. The bright light of the flashlight flashed, and I could see that the area here was quite large. The four walls are supported by wooden beams, and the green bricks are like them, and the surface is delicate and smooth. Xie Ling touched the green brick and said that the most used for this kind of brick is as a tomb brick, which can store yin qi, no wonder it is cold and cold.

As we walked forward, the flashlight shone on, and I saw a few red lanterns hanging on the wall in the corner, which were now extinguished and covered with dust. A little further on, you will reach the end of the basement, where a huge altar is placed against the wall.

In this altar, the good guy occupies a full wall, with a crown hanging on it, and the background is the ancient city gate made of wood, with floor lanterns on both sides, and a long offering table in the middle. The table was full of incense burners, ever-bright lamps, melons, fruits, pears and peaches, and the light of the flashlight swept through the darkness, revealing a different kind of gloom to the entire altar.

What caught our attention the most was the god in the middle of the table. This god is very special in that it consists of four heads, which face each other in four directions, facing south, south, west, and north. The four faces are identical, all female, and although they are disguised, they should look like the same person.

The four heads and four faces have different expressions, some crying, some laughing, some contemplative, some sad, joy, anger, sorrow and joy all seem to be expressed. What's weird is that these four heads are all originally big, I don't know what material they are made of, and at first glance in the dark, they are lifelike, no different from real people.

This altar is built in a beautiful way, revealing a kind of religious solemnity. I was short of breath, and I felt an inexplicable horror about this thing, and I didn't dare to come forward.

Maybe many people have the same feelings as me, for example, when you go to a place like a temple and a Taoist temple, and see the shrine Buddha statue, respect is naturally respect, but more is the panic in the face of unknown things, and the power of another world represented behind these elemental symbols is extremely large and complex, unfathomable, like an abyss, so that you can't help but give birth to fear and awe.

Luo Dami walked to the altar and lit it with a flashlight, seeing that he seemed to have a music player turned on. Immediately, a voice came from within.

It sounds like Buddhist music, the melody is very gentle, it's just a wooden fish, and soon a human voice appears, this is a glutinous woman's voice, it should be reciting a scripture, Mimi is chattering. Her voice was long, and each byte was gently fluttering, very ethereal, and I suddenly had a very peaceful fantasy, as if I was standing in an ancient temple in the snowy mountains, listening to the sound of heaven coming from the depths of the white clouds.

I was listening attentively, and suddenly there was a crisp sound, and Xie Ling slapped his slap violently, and I was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. Damn, just now the whole person flew before I knew it. Xie Ling walked over,Turn off the player,The dark basement fell into a dead silence in a flash.,Compared to the ethereal just now.,This silence is very uncomfortable.,It's like you're experiencing the lights and wine.,It's fluttering like a fairy.,Kick you back into the cold and narrow rental room of the dick in an instant.。

I was very uncomfortable, and I couldn't release the heat flow that I was holding back. I knew that the bell was for our good, so I had to hold back.

The demon is crooked. The bell said: There is something wrong with this voice.

He asked Luo Dami what was going on, who taught him to set up this altar?

Luo Dami sighed: It's Fan Xiong.

Who is Fan Xiong? Xie Ling looked at me suspiciously.

I slowly remembered it and said in a deep voice: Fan Xiong is a friend I met by chance a long time ago.

It was when I had just graduated from college, and it was not very ideal to submit resumes and find job interviews, and I was extremely depressed, so I simply left here and took the high-speed train to backpack by myself. It was at that time that Fan Xiong met in the car. Fan Xiong is a very peculiar woman, in fact, Fan Xiong's name is not her real name, but her pen name.

Fan Hung is a painter.

When we met, she seemed to be quite frustrated and looked a little gloomy. We happened to be sitting next to each other, and we had nothing to do and had a good time. Fan Xiong is a woman who is more androgynous, not only dressing more androgynous, but also her appearance and behavior are extremely neutral. She had short hair, little fluff on her lips, she looked like a beard, and she spoke with a southern accent that was round.

After chatting at that time, I admired her two qualities the most, one is that she never beats around the bush when she has something to say, likes it, likes it, doesn't like it, and expresses her heart directly. And another is her erudition. Historical experience, art theory appreciation, the world is from all over the world, and it is very insightful to talk about. At that time, I hadn't entered the society, my world view was not successful, I was very confused, she was born, and a few words conquered me, and I even wanted to lead her to a horse in the future.

After that train trip, we saw each other a few times, and once my eldest brother went into the city on an errand, and I happened to be having dinner with her, so I called my eldest brother, and they also got to know each other.

Now the eldest brother said that the altar in the basement and this qiē were all taught to him by Fan Xiong, and I didn't react at all for a while, and I didn't expect it to be the painter at all. Fan Xiong is an artist who creates modern paintings, and is exposed to the most fashionable and popular cultures, and I can't connect her with such a mysterious evil method in front of me.

I asked my eldest brother if this Fan Xiong was the painter we knew. The eldest brother sighed and said, it's her.

I told the reconciliation bell about how I met Fan Xiong, and the coupling pondered for a long time, but I couldn't understand it. My eldest brother sighed and said, let's find a place to sit first, and I'll tell you all about it. There are a few cushions in the basement, we all sit cross-legged, and the eldest brother lights up a few red lanterns, and the red mist here is hazy, the altar is gloomy, but there is also a bit of storytelling.

The whole thing starts with the eldest brother's career.