Although Hu Zongren just mentioned it casually, I thought about it carefully and said to Hu Zongren, that's unlikely, think about it, if you meet the second stick on the road, people will abuse you for a while, among several people, you will die first. Besides, even if the three of them were buried and killed by a sudden plane bombing or a mountain collapse, these three should have been enemies opposed to each other before they were born, how could they partner up to be the second boss? If nothing else, your coincidence is too big, and it's ridiculous.

Hu Zongren scratched his head embarrassedly and said with a smile, No, I will give you more references. I carefully thought back to the clues I had so far, and began to stick to my thoughts. So I asked Master Deng, did there be a more famous landlord in your village when the Republic of China was liberated? Master Deng thought about it and said, yes, there is more than one. I said you've heard about it, right, after all, you're not from that era. Master Deng smiled and said, although I am not a person of that era, but I have been born and raised here all my life, and every year during the Qingming Festival, outsiders go to the mountain to burn incense and worship their ancestors, and their ancestral tombs are on these three places. I told Master Deng, this population is moving, so why are you so sure that people come back to worship their ancestors are the descendants of those landlords? Master Deng said, isn't it easy? Our village was originally relatively poor, like the poor people of my grandfather's generation died, just find a barren slope, dig a pit and bury it, fill in the soil and then use stones to build a grave, the poor have a place to bury it is already good, tombstones and other things, I don't even dare to think about it. My grandfather was buried in the field, there was no tombstone, and after so many years, I couldn't tell where the grave was and where the real field was, and I didn't know if it was dug up when the land was cleared.

Master Deng said it lightly, but from his expression, he could still see that as a descendant, he was helpless to the social environment of his ancestors. Master Deng went on to say that in those days, those who could build a big grave were rich people, which was easy to distinguish, and there were still many graves in the village that were nearly 100 years old. The poor die mud and the rich die grave, which basically means that the poor can be buried in the mud when they die, and the rich die before they have the capital to build a tomb. Master Deng said that the people who come to Qingming every year have the descendants of those rich people at that time. I asked Master Deng, "Are there no descendants left of those big families in that village?" Master Deng said of course there are, are some did not follow to the city back then, after the liberation to stay here, after the land was confiscated, he also became an honest farmer, every year during the Qingming Festival heard that the relatives in the city were going to come back to pay tribute to the tomb, so he prepared incense, candles, money and paper in advance, and then prepared meals, and the right to take this opportunity to walk around during the pro-period. Master Deng paused and said, If you want to investigate the origin of that cheongsam female yin person, I don't dare to tell you which one it is, but those tombs still have descendants in the village, and everyone is an acquaintance, if you want to inquire, I can take you with me.

Hu Zongren was happy when he heard it, and he hurriedly said to Master Deng, that's great, why didn't you say it earlier, ha

I stood up and said to Aunt Deng, who was listening to the fog, that this might be our only chance, and now we will follow Master Deng to visit the descendants of those graves, and if we can't find the answer, we can only take your daughter to Chongqing, and let our master over there forcibly use the method to try to save it. I'm not lying, and that's the only way back I can think of at the moment. If Hu Zongren and I really can't figure it out, then we can only go to Chongqing and ask Situ to help fight ghosts. Aunt Deng probably saw that I was very serious, so she agreed again and again. So Hu Zongren and I got up and left the courtyard of Aunt Deng's house with Master Deng.

The mountain road is rugged, my car is inconvenient to drive, Master Deng warmly invited us to take his motorcycle, so the three of us are stacked like a sandwich, I am in the middle, Hu Zongren is relatively tall and sits in the back, but this guy seems to be very afraid of motorcycles, so from time to time he reaches out and wraps his arms around my waist, although disgusting but I can't turn around and pump him, because I am also afraid of falling off the car. So for a while, the passion was full.

After a while, we stopped at the edge of a few thatched huts that looked like an old house but had collapsed and had been built from the original stone piles, and the happy cries of the chickens could be heard from the huts, and there was a bungalow in this small courtyard, which was about the same size as Aunt Deng's, except that there were no three floors. An uncle who is peeling corn kernels, with a dry cigarette in his mouth, looks like Mr. Chow Yun-fat smoking cigars at first glance. He looked full of red light, and his health should be good, after seeing Master Deng take me and Hu Zongren out of the car, he shouted very enthusiastically, Deng Duangong, which wind blew your ass to my house, it is really a rare guest. In addition to the ridicule, it also shows the friendliness of the villagers in this village.

Master Deng took us to the courtyard, introduced us a little, and said that Hu Zongren and I were his peers, from Chongqing, and then asked the uncle, Old Deng, do you remember the matter of Yang Moumou's eldest daughter? It seems that this uncle is also surnamed Deng, which obviously doesn't allow me to write novels well, and I can't tell the difference stupidly. Uncle Deng looks about the same age as Master Deng, but he looks better than Master Deng. Uncle Deng put the corn he was peeling in his hand into a basket at the door, and then wiped his hands repeatedly on the waist around his body, and said while bringing stools to all of us, of course I remember, I asked you to see it at that time, and the whole village was helping to find a way, why did his daughter get better?

Master Deng shook his head with a flat mouth and said, I said at the time, I was entangled by the Yin Man, how can it be good. Not only is it not good, but now it is getting more and more serious, from what these two little brothers said, it seems that the eldest girl will look at this level, and the future will be safe and sound, if you can't get by, then there will be a new grave. When he said this, Master Deng's face was a little gloomy, and the smoke smoked from the corners of his wrinkled, dark-skinned eyes, and he bare his eyes. I understood what he meant, and that a life was running out of steam, no matter what, was nothing to be happy about. So I interjected and asked Uncle Deng and said, that's the case, we entrusted one of our seniors, looked at the girl in some ways, and found that she is currently entangled by three yin people, according to our guess, one of the yin people may be the daughter of a large local family before liberation, most of them are an aunt's wife, I heard Master Deng say that your family is the descendant of one of the big families, so I came to ask, if your ancestors did not have such a thing, we will change to another family.

Uncle Deng probably saw that Hu Zongren and I were so young, and he didn't believe it, so he looked at Master Deng. Master Deng nodded and said, do you know what I came to you for? Because I heard my father say that there were people in your ancestors who had done bad things, that's why I was the first to come to you. Master Deng turned his head to the two of us and said, this Uncle Deng's grandfather has three brothers, he was the landlord here before the liberation, and the grandfather was in business, at that time, the only smoke house on our Pengnan field was opened by his grandfather, the second grandfather joined the army, and was Liu Xiang's subordinate at that time. As a result, when the second grandfather suppressed the bandits, the third grandfather was beaten to death and begged, and the second grandfather felt that he had no face to go home, and then he didn't know where he went.

may have heard Master Deng talk about his family's past, and Uncle Deng was also a little compassionate. He added that I am the grandson of my grandfather, who has a total of three wives, and my grandmother is the third room. Later, the land was gone, my father was arrested and sent to a labor camp, and the family was separated, and it was only in the last 20 years that they came to find their roots. Hu Zongren asked Uncle Deng, then why didn't you leave, Uncle Deng said, I want to keep the ancestral industry until Qisa, my grandfather and grandfather struggled all their lives to have this industry, and it became a country in one day, and all the land on the mountains near here used to belong to our Deng family!

Master Deng said with a smile, I am not surnamed Deng yet, and it is a good thing to distribute it to the common people. Master Deng said to me and Hu Zongren, you don't know that their family used to have a lot of land, at that time there were many poor people in the village, and their grandfather was a bit of a rich man's temper, and an old woman from a foreign country came to beg for food, and was driven out by his grandfather. As a result, the old woman wanted to halfway after leaving, but she said angrily, it's just a, and I won't pull it to your Deng family's field as fertilizer! As a result, a passing villager said to the old woman, you dead old woman, you Lange in the field of the rich man Deng's house!

Hu Zongren and I both laughed, and Uncle Deng himself said with a smile, this is actually just what everyone was talking about at the time, that is, how wide our Deng family's land was in that year. Uncle Deng laughed for a while and then sighed, It's a pity, the family is in the middle of the road, and our Deng family only has the grave on the mountain except for these rotten houses. Hu Zongren asked Uncle Deng again, did any of your ancestors have a female relative who had her hands and feet cut off before she died, and then cut off her tongue and eyes?

As soon as Hu Zongren asked these words, a surprised expression appeared on Uncle Deng's face. This expression is telling me that I am so lucky, I found the right person in the first place to stay. Uncle Deng was stunned for a while and then said to Hu Zongren, this... How did you know this...? Hu Zongren glanced at me, his eyes were full of excitement, and he replied to Uncle Deng, didn't I just say, we asked an old-timer to help see it, so you know that your ancestors have such a female dependent? Uncle Deng didn't seem to have come back to his senses, he said hesitantly, this matter is only known to our own family, and no one in the village even knows about it, because it is a scandal, so we have never said it to the outside world, even my son and daughter don't know about it. I said to Uncle Deng, uncle, human life is at stake, you have to tell us.