I tried again, and the next second the stone was inserted into the hole, it was pushed out again.

The song is louder, and it can be faintly heard even from a few meters away.

Without using any more stones, I grabbed a handful of rice from my unused rice bag and sprinkled an arc on the ground to wrap the small holes in it.

At the moment when the rice was closed, the song disappeared directly, and the rice near the small hole quickly turned black and rotted.

This scene scared everyone a lot.

The village chief even carried a large bag of rice directly in front of me: "Xiaolong, add more?" Before, you asked us to prepare rice paper money, and we brought all the people around us and the commissary. ”

"No need." I waved my hand and glanced at the rice and wax paper candles piled up in a corner: "It's still long tonight." ”

Four words directly changed everyone's faces.

Many people who are drowsy because of boredom wake up instantly.

"Don't be afraid, we are in the ancestral hall, the ancestors of the Huang family will bless us, besides, there is still Xiaolong, what are you afraid of, just listen to Xiaolong's arrangement."

After the village chief finished speaking, he leaned into my ear and lowered his voice: "Xiaolong, find something for everyone, otherwise I am afraid that everyone will not be able to stand it if you stay like this." ”

I nodded, the village chief was right.

When people have something to do, they don't think about it, especially in this case, taking their destiny into their own hands will give people more confidence, even if it is a false fate.

I clapped my hands to attract everyone's attention and said, "The women and children are gathered in the middle, and the men are sprinkled with rice along the wall and in the corners of the wall, and on the windowsills. Come and keep the windows and doors open, and notify me immediately if there is any movement. ”

After speaking, I pulled the village chief and said with some embarrassment: "Let the aunts and aunts who didn't come don't be idle, tear up the paper, and tear up all the paper money for later use." It's better to see if you can get some red dragons, that is, aunt towels. ”

"I know what a red dragon is." The village chief said directly: "Listen to me, the one who came to Hong changed the aunt's towel and gave it to Xiaolong, and the one who didn't come tore the money paper." ”

The village chief's words made my face blush directly.

I'm only 18 years old, why should I go through this?

Unexpectedly, the women in the village were even more tough, and they directly asked their old men to protect themselves, and hid in the corner and began to change.

It's all little girls.

Sure enough, time is a pig-killing knife, killing not only the face, but also the shyness.

In the side room, almost everyone moved.

As soon as people moved, they became popular, and the strange atmosphere dissipated a lot.

Seeing this atmosphere, I feel that there are still a lot of things that I have not thought through.

At this time, even people who usually save no matter how much they save have no idea of saving, and the rice is sprinkled on the ground like money, piled high, and there is no need to sprinkle it directly on the windowsill, and the rice piled on the ground has already submerged the lower edge of the windowsill.

In the room, the rice was dusty, and many people coughed.

And seven or eight bloody aunt towels were also delivered to me.

Smelling the pungent smell of blood, I immediately instigated and asked the village chief to hand over to a few people who were in charge of guarding the doors and windows.

Although this red dragon is embarrassing, it is a few things that have an effect on ghosts and corpses, and the effect is no less than sulfuric acid.

Of course, the premise is that you can't ask for face.

A strong man, standing in front of the door guard, but holding a red dragon in his hand, how to look at it, how to disobey.

After some operation, another half an hour passed.

It was no longer quiet outside, and movement was heard from all directions.

Even the coffin of the third uncle's mother came with the sound of knocking on the coffin.

I don't want to suffer from the enemy on my back, so I will directly make a red dragon and let the third uncle's mother calm down.

"Everyone, don't make a sound."

I commanded and walked around the room, occasionally putting my ear to the wall and listening for a while.

After a circle, I said to the village chief: "It's already time, we are lucky, at least the things in the ancient tomb have not come out." ”

"Did you hear that?"

"Well, now there is only the singing voice of a child outside, and it should be the child who was killed by Dawei."

"Then why is there a sound everywhere?"

"It's all lonely ghosts, affected by that child's resentment, as long as everyone gathers here, it's not in the way, but that kid is in some trouble."

"What's wrong with the kid?"

"It seems that the resentment is much bigger than I thought."

The village chief said hatefully: "Dawei, this brute. ”

The more resentment, the more tragic the death, what happened to this child back then, is unimaginable.

But hate to hate, the most important thing now is to solve this child.

I thought for a moment and said, "Everyone should always pay attention to the rice, after the rice turns black and rots, add it immediately, and if you see a child coming in, you will paste it with a red dragon." Village chief, do me a favor. ”

Calling the village chief aside, I instructed, "It's okay to survive tonight, but this kid must be solved, and I'll go out and try to get in touch with him to see if I can communicate." You take everyone to guard this place, and this is also my last retreat. ”

"Xiaolong, you won't be in danger, right?"

"It's okay, if I can't do it, I'll go back, now I just hope that kid hasn't become a ghost."

Powerful ghosts are different from fierce spirits, fierce ghosts still retain their sanity, they are more powerful than ordinary ghosts, and compared to fierce spirits, they are more intelligent and very difficult to deal with.

I put my grandfather's tools on my back, found another paper full of money, and opened the door under everyone's frightened eyes.

The moment the door opened, a cold wind blew, and the rice piled up on the ground quickly rotted, and in just a few seconds, the rice that had already surrounded the corner of the wall rotted out a gap.

More than a dozen people frantically added rice, but they couldn't stop the singing from entering the house.

That kid was even more fierce than I could have imagined.

I just tried no matter how fierce I was, so I closed the door against the wind and threw the bag of money paper directly into the yard.

The wind was stronger, rushing to the bag from all directions, tearing the bag apart in an instant, and countless paper money was rolled up in the air, spontaneously combusting without fire.

In the light of the fire, countless figures were scrambling, ghosts and wolves were howling everywhere, and the money paper that had been burned to black ash had not had time to hit the ground, and it was blown into the darkness by the wind mixed with human figures.

When the last bit of paper ash disappeared, the surroundings suddenly fell silent. As long as the child's song echoes in the ears.

“Lo

do

B

idge is falli

g dow

,Falli

g dow

, falli

g dow

. Lo

do

B

idge is falli

g dow

,My fai

lady.

Build it up with wood a

d clay，Wood a

d clay will wash away,Build it up with b

icks a

d mo

ta

,……”

The melody is very familiar, especially the melody at the beginning, but the lyrics are pure in English, but I can't remember which song it is.

I stood where I was going out, and my brain began to spin as I looked around.

This child was born in a big city, and he came from a good family, and he was not a toddler who listened to sounds...... This song is very important to him. ’