The old man's lips twitched a few more times, then he raised his arm little by little, rubbed his face with his hand, and spoke a little faster than before.

"Why are you here?"

"We... You..."

In the face of such a 'person', my body was still shaking uncontrollably, and my words couldn't be said at all.

"Me? What's wrong? "The old man looked at me strangely, and his face was still like that of a dead man.

Master put his hand on my shoulder and asked, "Why did you come here to sleep?" ”

Lao Bian leaned up a few times, as if trying to stand up.

"Don't get up, just sit and talk." Master said.

Lao Bian straightened up a few more times, but still didn't stand up, so he gave up.

"Come here... Sleep. Lao Bi said.

"Sleep?" Master asked.

"yes, what's wrong." Lao Bi raised his hand and pointed to the new grave next to him, "My daughter, she misses me, so come and accompany her." ”

"Really?" Master asked coldly.

Judging from what this old man said, Master's previous analysis was correct, this man didn't know that he was dead... If you show him a mirror of what he looks like, I wonder how he will react...

"Yes, as soon as I arrived at night, I felt uncomfortable, and my heart was not steady, and I didn't know why, so I wanted to run to the cemetery..."

Looking at him like this, listening to what he said, I finally managed to control my legs, which were not shaking, and began to shake again, and the pores on my body were closed one by one...

Lao Bi retracted his gaze and pointed to the grave next to him, "As soon as I came over, I lay down next to my daughter's grave, and immediately, the discomfort was gone, and I slept soundly and steadily." So, you say, it's not my daughter who misses me, what else can it be? She wants me to come and keep her company..."

I stared straight at the old man, my lips moving a few times, but I didn't know what to say.

The master casually put the bag containing the magic instrument on a nearby grave, pulled out a piece of rune paper, took two steps forward, and handed the rune paper towards the old man.

"Swallow this talisman, I have something to tell you." Master said.

Lao Bian looked at the talisman paper, and I also looked over, only to see that what the master gave Lao Bian to eat was a kind of talisman that calmed the nerves and calmed the soul. We usually say that we are scared and 'the soul is scattered', although it is a bit exaggerated, but although the soul is not scattered, it will be confused. This kind of talisman is used to calm the soul and calm the nerves... I understand, after Lao Biao eats this talisman, the master will tell him the truth about his death, otherwise, his soul will run away immediately, and we will not be able to ask anything more, with this talisman pressing, his soul will not be able to run for a while...

Lao Bi stared at the talisman paper and asked suspiciously, "Why do you want to eat this?" ”

"Don't worry, it won't hurt you." Master said.

"That's right..."I finally spoke, my voice trembled a little, and I quickly looked away from him, not daring to touch him, and said, "The main purpose of my coming this time is not to worship your daughter." ”

"What's that?" I asked.

"Xiao Nan has a deposit in the city, a large amount, I have been helping her keep the passbook, I heard that she had an accident, so I came here to give this passbook to her family. My master didn't know about this at all. At noon, I saw you pushing and shoving in every way, we came all the way over, you were reluctant to even take care of us for a meal, and you were angry in your heart, so you didn't give you this passbook. But when we got to your house, you weren't there at all, so we looked all the way and found you lying here. My master knows how to do magic, and the talisman he gave you to eat is used to calm the soul and calm the mind. Because the amount of money is so large, and your physique seems so weak, if you say it, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand the excitement caused by the huge amount of money falling from heaven, and there will be some kind of mistake..."

"Really... It's true? ”

"Hmm..."I turned my gaze to look at Lao Bi, only to see that his eyes were shining straight like a wolf.

"Swallow this talisman, if you're still not at ease, I can swallow one for you first." Master said.

"I eat... Eat! ”

Lao Bi's hand was not very obedient, he stretched out like a chicken claw, snatched the talisman from the master's hand, and rolled it up a few times... Looking at him like this, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pity in my heart, wait a moment for him to know that he is dead, I don't know what will happen...

This cemetery was full of weeds, a lot of insects jumped around, at this time, suddenly a locust jumped on my hand, I was defenseless, suddenly taken aback, hurriedly shook my hand, just hit the grave, the master just put on the bag, the bag flew not far from the old place, the contents of the bag detained the ground.

The old man was about to swallow the talisman, but he was taken aback and stopped his hand. Obviously, the magic weapons that fell out of the bag made him feel uncomfortable, his brows furrowed suddenly, he looked towards the ground, and when he saw the picture frame, his brows suddenly expanded.

The master squatted down and was about to pick up something, but when he saw that the old man was strange, he stopped.

The old man stared straight at the picture frame, his eyes getting wider and wider.

"Uncle Bi..." I called cautiously, but the old man didn't respond.

"Big brother." Master also called.

Lao Biao suddenly raised his head, and his eyes showed a look of horror. Master and I both looked at him fixedly.

Lao Biao looked at me, and then at Master, "I..."

"What's wrong with you?" I hurriedly asked, what I already realized in my heart.

"I..."

Lao Biao withdrew his gaze, raised his two arms, and the talisman fell to the ground. He looked at his left hand, then at his right hand, and then at his body...

My heart was beating wildly.

Suddenly, he lifted his head up and let out a heart-rending cry, followed by another sound like that of a wounded beast. After two sounds, the old man 'fluttered' and fell backwards, motionless...

When I came back to my senses, Master had already picked up all the magic weapons back in his bag and was staring at the picture frame. There was no doubt that he remembered that he was dead, and when he saw this frame, he somehow suddenly remembered...

"It's really weird, when we went to Xiao Nan's house during the day, Lao Bian also went, Xiao Nan's photo frame was on the table, why didn't he have anything to do at that time? … Oh, I see, does it have something to do with the fact that the picture in the frame changes at night? I think it's very likely that my eyes will move when I see this photo at night, so I'm scared to death..."

"It's hard to say," the master shook his head, "Let's go, and carry this old bian's body back to his house first..."

I didn't let the master do anything, I carried the old man on my shoulder, carried it home and put it on the bed, I panted and shook my arm a few times, looking at the old parti's corpse, I felt like I had just woken up from a nightmare.

If the people in the village knew that Lao Bi was dead, I would definitely not be able to escape from the master, but it's nothing, everything is evidence-based, and there is no evidence to prove that Lao Bi was killed by us. This old family is located directly south of the village, a single family, judging by the situation, he does not seem to have much contact with the people in the village, and for a while, no one should know that he is dead. Therefore, let's not let people know first, because we have more important things to do, that is, to extract Xiao Nan's thoughts on the photo in the frame...

The so-called idea is actually a kind of resentment. Master said that Xiao Nan's resentment arose in her house, so if you want to know the 'content' contained in this resentment, you still have to cast spells in this house in the end...

Before he knew that he was dead, he probably felt cold, so there was a stove in his house, and we boiled some hot water to drink, and the things I brought on the table were untouched, and the master and I ate some each, and then slept against the table.

When I woke up, it was already dawn outside, and Master was staring at the picture. I got up and looked over, only to see that the eyes of the photograph were no longer 'offset'.

"This picture is going to change." Master said.

"Oh?"

Master said that he woke up at six o'clock, and then he stared at the picture all the time, and at half past six, when the sky was slightly bright, the eyes of the picture began to change, and then at half past seven, when the sky was bright, the eyes of the picture were completely back to normal...

"Why is this happening, Master?" I asked, puzzled.

"It's yang." Master said, "It's the yang energy of the day that suppresses the resentment on this picture..."

"So," I thought for a moment, "have you come up with a way to bring up the grievances in this picture?" ”

Master nodded, "Let's go." ”

"Where?" I asked.

"First of all, we must find an old well, at least a hundred years old..."

Walking in this village, I didn't see any young people, and now is the time when the farming is slack, and they may all go out to work. Master has tested at the beginning, and there is no old well in this village. By asking an old man with a basket to cut pigweed, we learned that there was an old well in another village, seven or eight miles south of the village.

I drove Master south along the canal to the village, and it didn't take much effort to find the well. However, the well had long been sealed, and there was a stack of wheat straw pressed on it, which belonged to the village. We found the village chief, and I used my three-inch tongue to talk about it, and finally paid a few hundred yuan, and the village chief agreed to let us open the well, but how to open it, we had to figure out our own way, and he didn't care.

The location of the well was quite remote, and there were some dilapidated houses near it that no one lived in, so we borrowed forks and crowbars from the villagers' houses, and first removed the wheat straw stacks with the two masters. Then it took a lot of effort to pry open the manhole cover with a crowbar. It was already noon, the sun was not very strong, and the sun was blocked by the clouds, like a dim lamp.

The master and I each smoked a cigarette, and I cautiously looked into the well, only to see that the well was very deep, and the walls of the well were covered with green moss.

"What's next, Master?" I asked.

"I'll hang you down with a rope."

"I... Go down? ”

"Well, after you go down, you pinch the photo frame with the index thumb of your right hand and insert it vertically into the water, you will feel that there is a force against you, see how great that force is, come up and tell me, remove the buoyancy of the frame itself, let's calculate how big the mental power of this resentment is..."