(Cat flutter Chinese)

"What do you mean?" Huang Ming stared at the old Zhu head, looking at the meaning, he couldn't wait to eat the old Zhu head alive.

"Buried in my mother's house, I can still live in peace, there is a hope of reincarnation, buried in the Hang family, and I will never be able to turn over!" Old Zhu said slowly.

"What the hell is going on?" Huang Ming was about to go crazy, staring at Lao Zhutou viciously.

"Our Hang family is not a grave keeper, but a corpse bearer!" Hang Bian sighed and told the truth.

"What corpse bearer?" I asked. Hang Bian didn't answer, but looked at the ground under his feet with some distraction, and after half a sound, he let out an inaudible sigh and said

"The people of Hangjia Village have borne sins since the day they were born!" I was confused, and I didn't understand what Hang Bian meant?

What does it mean to be born with sin?

"The recorded history of Hangjia Village is not more than 100 years, but more than 400 years!" Hang Bian looked at the ground under his feet with some distraction, muttering to himself, telling the past events of the year.

Four hundred years ago, the northeast was called Liaodong, and there were millions of Han people, but since Nurhachi raised an army against the Ming Dynasty, it took decades until he unified the world and established the Qing Dynasty, and the Han people in Liaodong did not exist in ten.

Then the question is, where did Hermes-Epitek go, the answer is simple, it was slaughtered cleanly. Not counting the population in the major cities, at the end of the Ming Dynasty, there were 25 guards in Liaodong, each of which was more than 100,000 people, and tens of thousands, and the Hang family was one of the 25 guards, with a population of more than 38,000.

"More than 38,000 people, all of them were slaughtered, and in the end, only 78 people remained, which were used to carry the corpses, which is the origin of Hangjia Village!" Hang Bian raised his head, his eyes were red and blood-red,

"Our Hangjia Village is a sinner, in order to survive, we became slaves!"

"You mean, there are more than 30,000 corpses buried under these two mountain bags?" I asked, confused.

"That's right!" Hang Bian nodded and said

"For four hundred years, our Hang family has been living here, guarding the more than 30,000 corpses buried below, which is both an atonement and a curse!"

"We can't leave Hangjia Village, we can only live here, just like four hundred years ago!" Hang Bian laughed miserably,

"This is what our Hang family should bear, and it is also our life, no one can change it, and it can't be changed!"

"Now you know, what the so-called curse is, it is the unwilling cry of more than 30,000 unjust souls!" Hang Bian turned his head and looked at Huang Ming.

"Why don't you die?" Huang Ming gritted his teeth and made a creaking sound,

"You're all dead, isn't it over, why don't you die?"

"Do you think we don't want to die?" Hang Bian let out a low roar, and a cloudy old tear dripped from the corner of his eye,

"We want to die too, and if death could end everything, we would have died a long time ago!"

"The most painful thing in this world is not to die, but to live, and life is better than death!" Hang Bian completely exploded, and it was difficult to suppress his emotions,

"One death, one more, no one can escape this fate, the more than 30,000 unjust souls below are entangled with us, they want to watch us suffer for life and life, there is no end!" Huang Ming was silent, and we were all silent, Hang Bian was not wrong, sometimes, life is more painful than death.

The idea of the more than 30,000 unjust souls was very simple, they wanted the seventy-eight people who bowed their heads to the knife to live forever and live in pain.

So 400 years have passed, and Hangjia Village is still 78 people, no more, no less, still the same population as it was back then.

"Why do you think there are night watchmen, it's counting the population, and their eyes are always on us!" Hang Bian smiled miserably, with a hint of loneliness in his voice.

"What about the bell, what's the matter with the bell?" Huang Ming asked. We are equally curious about this, since the Hang family is trapped here, the bells of those bells can make the night watchman retreat?

"Back then, it was the bell that brought the people of the guard together, and it was also in the bell that more than 30,000 people were slaughtered!" Hang Bian raised his head and said miserably.

We were silent again, this is both a curse and an injustice, and it is the unwilling cry of more than 30,000 unjust souls, and no one in the Hang family can escape.

Hearing this, all the truth has been unraveled.

"What's going on with the fox mound?" Huang Ming asked.

"Those foxes are pitiful and hateful!" Speaking of the fox mound, Hang Bian sighed for a while. Zhaoyuan Hu family is a big family of the Hu family, and the reason why the thirteen foxes came here back then was very simple, they wanted to eliminate their grievances.

Once they succeeded in surpassing the more than 30,000 unjust souls below, or even only half of them, the merit they gained was enough for them to survive the Heavenly Tribulation, or even go further.

"Back then, they didn't want to overkill all the wronged souls, but wanted to use this place as an ATM to obtain merit, but unfortunately, they thought about it and lost their lives here!" Hang Bian shook his head and said with a smile.

As soon as I said this, I immediately understood that the thirteen small tombs were actually a kind of formation, and they circled a place, wanting to attract yin spirits outward little by little, and then gain merit excessively.

But more than 30,000 unjust souls, after so many years, the corpses are stacked with corpses, and they have long become one, and the result is self-evident, the thirteen foxes who came were all hanged and imprisoned here, they are worse than the Hang family.

"Master, why are you here?" Zhu Er pulled the old man and asked suspiciously. There is a problem in Hangjia Village, everyone knows this, Lao Zhutou is not stupid, why did he come here?

"If I don't come here, I'm going to be killed by those immortals!" Old Zhu Tou said with a sneer.

"Pit death?" Zhu Er was a little puzzled.

"Let me ask you, what do those immortals want to do?" Old Zhu Tou asked coldly.

"Suppress cultivation and avoid the catastrophe!" Zhu Er replied.

"What kind of suppression?" Old Zhu Tou asked.

"Our Zhu family's secret recipe, Three Yin and Six Divine Soup!" Zhu Er replied quickly.

"Then let me ask you, what are the three yin?" Old Zhu Tou asked again.

"Taiyin, Shaoyin, Yin, Three Yin General Pulses!" Zhu Er immediately replied, speaking of this, he was stunned for a moment, as if he understood something!

"Got it!" Old Zhu Tou sneered and said

"The Three Yin and Six Divine Soup, it needs to be integrated into the special internal qi of our ghost kitchen, and finally we need to use our blood as a guide, which can indeed suppress the cultivation of the immortal family, but when the time comes, because of the guidance of that trace of blood, we have to bear a trace of the heavenly tribulation!"

"If it's just to help an immortal suppress the cultivation, then I can still deal with a trace of heavenly tribulation, but what if it's five or ten?" Old Zhu Tou sneered,

"I'm not a fool, I know very well what those immortals have in mind!" With that, we all get it.

"!" Hearing this, Zhu Er scolded, his fists clenched instantly, and he slammed it.

"I also discovered this later, so I came up with the trick of the golden cicada to get out of the shell, and I also dragged the Sanyuan Sect in, but I didn't expect them to find it!" Old Zhu Tou shook his head, sighed, and said

"Eldest grandson, this time, don't go back to Huang County, go with Xie Yin, and join his Dao Hall!"

"Huh?" This time, not only Zhu Er was surprised, but I was also shocked, what does this mean, Zhu Er, this kid joined my Dao Hall?

To be honest, for Zhu Er, I'm quite annoyed with him, this kid always drops the chain at critical moments!

"Hall Master Xie, my grandson joining your Dao Hall has only benefits, no harms, at least it has opened up a new source of wealth for you!" Old Zhu Tou turned his head and looked at me with a hint of depth,

"My grandson, I understand, although he is not reliable, he is a piece of material for a ghost cook, you take over the business in the future, you don't need to take him, just let him be the full-time cook of your Taoist hall!"

"The method of food supplementation, whether it is to supplement people, or to supplement immortals, or to supplement yin souls, is what our ghost kitchen is good at!" Old Zhu Tou kept talking about the benefits of Zhu Er joining the Dao Hall, and finally stared at him and said

"What's more, our ghost kitchen also has a few secret recipes, which can cleanse the blood resentment on people's bodies and help people trace their origins!"

"You know about me?" My eyes shrank, who did the so-called refining blood resentment qi of the old Zhu Tou, who did he refer to, I knew very well that he was talking about Zhao Liang.

"Your county is in such a mess, it's hard to think about it!" Old Zhu Tou smiled and refilled another glass of water for me.

"What is your relationship with the Three Yuan Sect?" I thought about it and asked. Sanyuan Sect and I are mortal enemies, and I can't feel at ease if I don't figure this out.

"The Sanyuan Sect is a broker, and most of the decoction I brew is sold by them!" Old Zhu Tou explained briefly.

I glanced at Zhu Er, thought for a while, and Zhao Liang's gloomy face instantly appeared in my mind, not for others, but for Zhao Liang, I have to agree, so I said

"Yes!"

"Good!" Old Zhu Tou rubbed his hands excitedly and said

"Today, our ghost kitchen will be merged into your Dao Hall!" After speaking, he pulled Zhu Er and said

"Kneel and kowtow!"

"Huh?" Zhu Er was a little reluctant, just now the old Zhu Tou said to let him enter my Taoist hall, and he was like this.

"Ahh Old Zhu Tou kicked over, forcibly pressed Zhu Er to the ground, and kowtowed to me three times.

I know why Lao Zhu Tou did this, accepting Zhu Er is equivalent to receiving a big trouble. Although Zhu Er can't make that three-yin and six-god soup now, it doesn't mean that he can't do it in the future, and there will definitely be immortals who come to ask for this soup at that time.

Will Zhu Er agree, or not? If you agree, you will be trapped in it, if you don't agree, those immortal families will not let him go, and even Lao Zhutou came to Hangjia Village in order to avoid the immortal family!

I accepted Zhu Er, which is equivalent to carrying this pot. But for Zhao Liang, everything is worth it!

Two hours later, we climbed up from the exit, and Zhu Er was still a little reluctant. After doing a full set of dramas, knowing the cause and effect, there is no need to continue the investigation, we only need to stay in Hangjia Village until the third day, and we can leave safely.

This trip to Hangjia Village, for us, the result is perfect, but for Huang Ming, it is not so good!

His sister was destined to live long, but he had no choice but to hold on. Early in the morning of the third day, we took the bride back to the door, and I saw very clearly that the bride already had a trace of green yin fire that could not be removed, just like Hang Bian said, as soon as he entered Hang's house, there was no turning back!

The way back was very fast, only Huang Ming looked gloomy. Depart in the morning and arrive at the Lei Gong Altar at noon.

As soon as I entered the village, a slightly old face appeared in the crowd waiting to pick up the bride, it was Grandma Huang.

"What about people?" When the crowd dispersed, Grandma Huang immediately rushed over and asked anxiously.

"Didn't bring it back!" I shook my head, and according to the words discussed in advance, I briefly talked about the matter, especially emphasizing the more than 30,000 unjust souls, as well as the Zhaoyuan Hu family.

"It's okay, it's okay!" Grandma Huang was obviously unwilling, but the truth of the Hang family was there, even if she knew that we were lying, she didn't dare to verify it.

As for Huang Ming, he knows the truth, but what if he says this, is it obviously impossible for Grandma Huang to go to Hangjia Village to snatch Lao Zhutou out.

As for turning against us, it's even worse, she is calculating us for the whole thing, and now we all know it, but we haven't broken it.

"Brother, there's news at home!" At two o'clock in the afternoon, we got on the bus back to Huang County, and Widow Wang suddenly pulled me.

"How's it going?" I asked eagerly.

"Lose both!" The widow shook her head and said. As soon as the words fell, my mobile phone rang, and it was Aunt Ren calling.

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