I slept in the room until midnight, when I suddenly felt like a brush was pressing under my body, and I felt uncomfortable.

Wolf skin warning! My first reaction was to reach out and grab the bayonet under the mattress.

As soon as my hand touched the hilt of the knife, a whirlwind blew outside the room. With the sound of the howling wind, it seemed to rush past the house against the window, and the window hanging on the wall was suddenly lifted open to a corner, and then fell back to its place with a clatter.

The window used by the bandits is to nail a board of wood as thick as a neck, and then hang it on the window frame with iron wire.

This is done to block the wind and snow, and to block bullets. Once the locks are surrounded, get a papier-mâché window, not to mention bullets, even grenades can be smashed directly into the house.

Each window of the silk can weigh more than ten pounds, and if you want to open it, you usually have to use a forked wooden stick to support it. How strong does the wind have to be outside to lift the windows open?

The movement of more than ten pounds of windows falling is not much smaller than someone knocking on the wall with a stick, and all the people in the house got up at once, and when they looked up at the window one by one, the whirlwind outside the house seemed to suddenly turn around and blow back. The wooden window was blown out by the wind and flipped in the air a few times before falling to the ground.

The next second, my eyes suddenly turned red - the outside of the room seemed to have been planted with a red light bulb, and everywhere I looked, it was blood-red and blood-red, especially on the ground, as if it had been washed with blood, and it was frighteningly red. At this time, the whirlwind outside suddenly stopped, and the whole locks were surprisingly quiet.

The old crutch jumped off the kang suddenly, looked out, and immediately exploded: "Blood Moon? Zhang Mu, what's going on outside? ”

"What's going on? It's the blood moon, what else can it be? Zhang Mu sat on the top of the kang, covered his head with a quilt, and didn't even raise his head: "It's not that I haven't seen ......."

"Fart! Seeing the blood moon, are you still alive to come to me? You ......" The old crutch suddenly stopped moving in the middle of his words, held his breath, and slowly rubbed the iron crutch to the edge of the kang.

When he moved, the people next to him all reacted, and they jumped to the ground in a hurry, standing on the ground barefoot one by one, not daring to move.

I pulled out my spur and gestured to the old crutch, whose voice sank: "Which mountain and which temple is the great fairy?" With or without a master? ”

"Mountain god, land temple, put a rice jar at the door, and don't put beams outside the house!"

As soon as he spoke, I was stunned......

The old kidnapper asked him what kind of fairy he was, but he said in black words - he said that he was the person in the lock on the mountain, and said that he was the pillar outside the house, that is, he specially sent a letter to the bitter master, and took out the flower tongue to usher in. According to today's words, the pillar outside the house is the public relations minister in the locks.

He said that he put a rice jar at the door to tell us: You have some of you in my hands, and we are ready to collect money.

The old crutch looked back at me, and I immediately shouted: "Count the number of people, see who is missing!" ”

After a long while, someone stammered, "Old Zhu...... They're gone. Four people less......"

The old crutch whispered, "You talk to him and see what you can ask." ”

I can understand the black words, but I can't understand them. Old Walnut felt that his beard was long gone, and it was useless to teach me black words. We can't just talk and play at home all day long, right?

The old kidnapper looked at me, and I couldn't help but say nothing, so I could only bite the bullet and say: "Nephew looks at my uncle, don't be empty-handed, weigh some meat, carry some rice, is that meaning?" ”

I told him that I was also doing this, and that I would save a little face.

Hua Tongue didn't even think about it: "Two and a half catties of white meat, three tons of rice!" "He asked for twenty pieces of ocean, plus five hundred pounds of grain.

"The cotton indigo is too thick, and the snow does not follow!" I told him: You want too much, and it's not easy to get back again, right? If you can't get it, I'll beat you halfway, and you'll have to leave me some down.

"Thin cut!" He said: This price is negotiable, but there is no less, hurry up and make money!

"Dip in the stars!" I told him, "If you can give more, I'll give you some benefits."

Flower Tongue retracted his hand into his sleeve and stretched it out, meaning to push his hands with me and negotiate a price.

When I stretched out my hand, I also gave the old crutch a look, which meant to tell him to act when the opportunity was right.

As soon as my hand was on the tongue, the tips of my fingers touched his vein. Zhang Mu's pulse is still there, which means that the person is not dead, but he has let the ghost possess him.

I was trying to use two more sentences with my tongue, but Zhang Mu suddenly shuddered, and the whole person pounced on me. I quickly raised my hand and pushed the person onto the kang. By the time I looked at it again, Zhang Mu was already lying on the kang with his eyes rolled and not moving.

"Pinch people!" After the old crutch shouted, he turned sideways and ran out of the door.

As soon as I turned around, I blocked the tall head that was about to chase out: "Don't go over!" ”

The tall head was still unconvinced: "What if the boss's soul falls?" ”

"That's the old kidnapper's business, and you used to make trouble!"

I don't let the tall head chase after him, because the rules of the road are: whoever owns the house, who watches. If the tall head really chases him out and something happens, the old kidnapper will definitely not care, because he is not the owner of the old kidnapper.

At this time, Zhang Mu had already been awakened. I reached out and shook it twice in front of his eyes, and when I saw that his eyes could still follow my hand, I knew that he must not have let the ghost take the soul away. Otherwise, his eyes would have been straight, as if he couldn't focus.

I saw that the tall head was anxious enough, so I said, "If any of you have ginger, make him a bowl of ginger soup." "After a person is possessed by a ghost, the yin qi enters the body, and for a while and a half, it is similar to being infected with wind and cold, and drinking some hot ginger water to pull out the cold is a serious matter.

The people in the room looked at it for a long time, and they all shook their heads, and it seemed that no one had ginger on them. I could only take a piece of ginger out of my bag and throw it at them. They just put the pot on the shelf, and the old crutch came back: "I didn't catch up, let him run." ”

My face sank: "It doesn't matter if the ghost runs away, do we have to nag properly?" ”

Zhang Mu's face was a little unnatural: "I'm so cold, let's talk about it tomorrow ......."

"No way!" I didn't give Zhang Mu face at all: "If you have something to say, you must explain it!" ”

I pointed to the people in the room: "Are they driving the mountains?" I don't think so! ”

"I started with Xingzi, and it didn't matter if they didn't shout or shout; The wind was blowing so hard outside, and I was running out in the middle of the night! I don't know, 'don't go to the outhouse when it's dark, and don't open the door when the wind blows'? ”

"Besides, can a bunch of people rush the mountains without even a piece of ginger? Where did they all come from? ”

I'm talking about these are the rules of the mountains.

As long as the head of the mountain moves, there must be people shouting and applauding, one is to cheer for their own people, and the other is to show that they are loyal, no matter whether they win or lose, they will follow their own leaders in the future.

"Don't go to the outhouse when it's dark", so that everyone in the mountains knows. The outhouse is the kitchen, the kitchen and bedroom in the northeast are next to each other, and the kang and the stove are only separated by a wall, this wall must be attached to the stove king, and it is not too far from the door of the inner room.

There is a special thing about sticking to the king of the stove here. The door god of the first gate only stops the ghosts, not his own people. It is common for people who walk the mountains to die outside, and it is normal to come back to look for food and relatives. But when they walked to the outhouse, they would be stopped by the stove king, and at most they would knock on the pot and basin outside to remind the inner room. If the person in the inner room is sitting in the outhouse, then you can see it directly. As for what are the consequences of seeing the dead...... I don't say, you can guess......

"The wind doesn't open the door" is almost the same thing. As long as there is wind outside, especially when it can blow the doors and windows back and forth, no matter what you hear, you can't open the door. When the wind blows the door, maybe there is something outside that wants to come in, and as soon as you open the door, it is equivalent to letting them into the house, and you may be able to put something in. When the time comes, I don't know how I died.

Anyone who goes deep into the mountains must carry two pieces of ginger with them, unless they can go home before dark. The mountain is heavy in the yin, drink two sips of ginger water at night, that is to drive away the cold, otherwise if you fall asleep, you may not be able to get up the next morning.

At the very least, no one understands the slightest bit of common sense. I don't think I can doubt it!