The marks imprinted on Lao Jiang's cousin and his eldest nephew before were not very obvious, and I could only vaguely see them, but this time I could see them clearly: this is a three-headed and six-armed figure, with a green face and fangs, fierce and vicious, extremely hideous, holding magic weapons in their hands, or mirrors or Janes, or sticks or bottles, the most striking thing is a pagoda-like thing; It sat cross-legged, tilted to the left thirty degrees, and there was a burning black lotus under it, blooming with flames......

My heart thumped at that moment, and suddenly stopped.

This thing...... Is it the god that Luo Deaf sacrificed with his life? How do I look at it, how can I look at the idol that is inextricably linked to the cult of evil spirits?

The miscellaneous hair Xiaodao also felt strange, the resentful spirit just now was very fierce, and we almost fell into the way, but I didn't know that the intervention of the Golden Silkworm Gu was like the melting snow of the spring sun, and its anger was offset in one fell swoop, and finally won us precious time, concentrating and gathering energy, and printing it upside down on this cement wall - the ghost and resentful spirit thing was originally qualityless, immeasurable and formless, but it was able to hurt people's lives with the help of a medium with the attribute of yin, and it was the Golden Silkworm Gu that fixed its body and made this success.

Could it be that the Golden Silkworm Gu naturally restrained it?

While nervously looking at the image on the wall, I touched the golden silkworm Gu flying in the air as a sign of praise.

When the talisman on the tip of the peach wood sword burned out, the gloom of the entire room was swept away. I shouted out the door, and immediately someone walked in and turned on the lights. Seeing me and the mess of the miscellaneous Xiaodao, Leader Zhou was surprised, separated from each other, and asked what was going on?

I pointed to the ground, and when I saw the bloody concrete floor, he was sweating and retreated.

I silently withdrew the Golden Silkworm Gu into my body, and connected nine handprints towards the idol pattern on the wall, but followed the same path and retreated to the door.

The peach wood sword of the miscellaneous hairy trail burning charm, the tip of the sword has been burned into charcoal, with this black, on the wall painted a "turtle and snake seven interception array", the hexagram is remarkable, and then a few scribbled heavenly books, came to my side, and said loudly to the leader of this week: "This leader, this room has become a place where grievances gather, the living are impregnated with strange temperament, and the dead are impregnated with the living soul, turning into a ghost, I and Lu Zuo have found out the source and sealed it on the wall, but after all, it is a demonic thing, and the resentment is difficult to eliminate, if there is something missing, it is naturally not beautiful." Therefore, if possible, please invite the prison party to invite Taoist Buddhist monks to come here, recite the sutra with sincerity, and hold the mantra for three days before they can be liberated. ”

Leader Zhou looked at the blood on the floor of the cell and the reflection on the wall, and trembled with fright, and saw that I and the miscellaneous Xiaodao were covered in filth, and knew that what we said was true, so he proposed that we purify this thing. I didn't speak, and the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao gave full play to his ability to fool people, and knocked on a bamboo pole all over the place.

After negotiating this, the cell was temporarily blocked, and the miscellaneous hair trail pasted two pieces of talisman paper on the door, chanting scriptures in his mouth, and his attitude was much more positive.

We took a good bath in the public bathroom of the prison, and asked Xiao Li to help us go to the county town to buy a complete set of clothes to be washed, and then carried the dirty clothes to the boiler room and burned them to ashes. After completing these, we returned to the office to discuss the follow-up matters with Leader Zhou in detail. The curse left by Luo Deaf in this prison has been sealed by us, and we only need to ask someone to chant the sutra day and night to overcome his grievances, but there is one thing, that is, after Luo Deaf died, how did the body be disposed of?

Zhou leaders told us that Luo Dacheng did not have any relatives, and after the public security bureau conducted an autopsy and proved that he had committed suicide, the body was handed over to the Zhongyang Village Committee, where he was alive. As far as he knew, the village party secretary of Zhongyang Village took back Luo Dacheng's land, and after selling the old house, he raised some money and buried him hastily.

As for where it is buried, it is unknown.

Cutting the grass and roots, tracing back to the source, I discussed with Zamao Xiaodao and decided to go to Zhongyang Village to inquire about the whereabouts of Luo Deaf.

Without further ado, I immediately called Ma Haibo, and after obtaining his consent, Xiao Li sent us to Zhongyang Village.

Leaving the prison, we hurried westward, and when we reached the small village in the mountains, it was noon. Xiao Li took us to the village chief's house, and after learning about our intentions, the old village chief with white hair (actually the village party secretary) carried a cigarette bag and pot on his back, and took us on a winding mountain road for three miles, and came to a hill, pointed to the mass grave in front of him, and told us that the new grave was Luo Deaf.

The villagers could not bear to let him throw his body into the wild, so they raised some money, bought him a thin-skinned coffin, and buried him there.

We went up the hill and downhill, and finally came to the front of this new tomb, the bluestone tablet erected was narrow and narrow, and the area was not large. The grave stones are also messy, perfunctory, and people are a little uncomfortable to look at. Luo Dacheng's name is written on the tombstone, and the payment is made by several distant relatives. I noticed that next to this tomb, there was also an acquaintance of mine buried, who was my first opponent after obtaining the Golden Silkworm Gu: "Second Sister Luo".

It turned out that Luo Ermei was also buried here, and the graves of the two lived next to each other.

In the final analysis, I have no grudge against Luo Deaf, and the initial reason is that he thinks that his cousin was harmed by me and died in public, so he seeks revenge on me. Later, I won't say much, Luo Deaf and Second Sister Luo have been hidden for many years, and almost no one knows about his Gu cultivation, but in order to fight for the breath in his chest and abdomen, so many changes have happened. I don't know what kind of story there is between these two cousins, but in retrospect, I always feel that the creation is embarrassing.

I walked around the grave of Luo Deaf, always feeling that something was strange, and when I met the gaze of the miscellaneous hairy path, he nodded and whispered that he would open the museum for an autopsy.

I pulled Xiao Li aside and asked what should I do about this?

Xiao Li was a little stunned, saying that this matter was troublesome, the deceased was the greatest, and rashly lifted his grave, it seemed that there was always something wrong. When the old village chief next to him heard our conversation, he couldn't even say it, because the old man said that digging graves was unknown, and it would be easy to cause disasters to others.

Seeing that both of them were opposed, I was even more determined to open the museum - anyway, there was no bitter master to look for.

But we didn't speak, we went back with the old man, and had lunch at his house, during which I called Ma Haibo to discuss the matter, at first he was troublesome, and refused to agree, so I scared him, saying that there was something strange in the grave, if you ignore it, it would be okay, I left myself, but there will be some bizarre murder here in the future, don't come to me, I don't care if you look for me.

Seeing that I was absolutely decisive, Ma Haibo was helpless and promised to help me find someone.

As a result, after lunch, he called again and said that he agreed in principle, but he could not convince the people of Zhongyang Village, and we still had to find the manpower by ourselves, and the funding bureau would come out.

We were helpless, but fortunately, Xiao Li knew the militia captain of this village, beckoned the strong laborers in the four fields, secretly concealed the old village chief, and went to the mass grave again. Seven of us, each with a hoe, began to dig up the grave. They were all crop men, and they dug quickly, and it didn't take long to dig more than half of them, and when the lid of the black thin-skinned coffin was just exposed, a copper bell rang in the distance. Then, at the end of the field at the foot of the slope, a large number of villagers poured out of thin air, shouting and shouting, and it was the old village chief who led the way.

When Xiao Li saw this, his legs were so frightened that he was scared, and he found out for them.

Those who do what they do are most afraid of is this kind of mass incident, these villagers who make trouble don't have any, but it's the policemen who cause the group incident, and they will always be held accountable afterwards and pushed to the end. Thinking of the miserable scene of going back to sit on the cold bench, Xiao Li's face turned pale, and he couldn't help but blame me and Miscellaneous Xiaodao, blaming us for stabbing him and Captain Ma for a big leak.

My face is also a little unsightly, I thought that Luo Deaf had no direct relatives, and there was no bitter master to look for him, but I didn't expect the people in this village to be so united, the old village chief said hello, and more than forty people came at once. In the early years of Zhongyang, it was a seedling village, isolated and remote, and the people here were also notoriously arrogant, but I didn't expect that after so many years of liberation, it was still like this.

If the situation is not controlled, everyone's face will not look good.

The old village chief soon came to us surrounded by everyone, the militia captain and the four men recruited were all his grandchildren, and one of them was slapped on the head, and these fat and strong old men didn't dare to let go of a fart, and squatted aside obediently. The old village chief was full of prestige, pointed at us and scolded, saying that it was good to eat and drink to entertain you, and after eating enough to wipe the oil on his mouth, he came to our village to dig people's graves, what is the reason?

The villagers next to him scolded angrily when they saw the half-dug grave.

Some speak Qingmeng native dialect, some speak Miao dialect, some speak Dong dialect, the more they talk, the more excited they become, for a while the mouth foams flying, the crowd is angry, and the rake and hoe they are carrying can't wait to beckon us over, and the scene is out of control for a while.

I, Xiao Li, and Zamao Xiaodao retreated and explained to them, but in this meeting, who listened to us? A few of the immoral little children picked up the dirt on the ground and threw it in our faces, and immediately some people followed suit and prepared to throw the clods. Seeing this situation, the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao sank into his chest and yelled vigorously: "Stop arguing!" "He is a man who eats by the skin of his mouth, and as soon as he exits, it is like thunder on the ground, and everyone else stops.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Miscellaneous Xiaodao explained to the old village chief headed by him, but he still didn't listen, just told us to get out of here.

It was at this time that a cloud drifted from the other side of the sky, and the already gloomy weather suddenly turned dark, and there was a dull knocking sound from the grave behind us.