In the dead of night.

Half-village people.

Hold yourself and listen to the ghosts.

That scene, that is called a spectacular.

The contradiction of being afraid but not wanting to leave, wanting to listen but not daring to listen to it is particularly awkward.

The old village owner opened his mouth several times, but he was ignored.

There was no way, he called a few patrol officers to leave.

How to drive this ghost, Ding Xuewei was very curious, of course, soon, she would know.

On this day, she was brought into the evening of the fifth day of the Yiyong Village.

The exorcism ritual begins.

Ding Xuewei, who has melon seeds in one hand and a small horse in the other, is particularly conspicuous.

In the past five days, the first three days she rested during the day, went out to swim at night, and showed a show, and in the next two days, after staring at a few families and saying a few names, she changed to rest at night and go out of the space during the day.

There are many people in Yiyong Village, it's okay, and the residents of the east and west can't walk in front of each other's doors.

In Xizhai, she said that she was from Dongzhai, and in Dongzhai, she said that she was from Xizhai.

She never walked into the pile of babies, and she didn't find anything wrong with the entire Yiyong Village in two days, and the more people she came into contact with, the more daring she became, and the more words she asked in the name of listening to stories.

However, in just two days, she not only knew the origin of Yiyong Village, but also knew that the current owner of the village was the least concerned about the old widow who was five out of forty.

This righteous and brave village, built more than 40 years ago, at that time, the village was brave and brave, but dozens of people in the righteous village, doing Ding Xuewei felt that the brave deeds.

However, as time passed, more and more people flowed into Yiyong Village for various reasons.

If there are more people, there will be less income, and if there is less income, there will not be many good things that can be done.

At that time, in order to maintain the basic livelihood of the people in the village, the owner of the village looked at the cultivation of fields.

He was an outlaw, and he came to compulsory reclamation and refused to pay taxes.

Naturally, it was listed as a priority by the government.

The people in the volunteer village were forced to climb the mountain because of all kinds of difficulties.

The government did not think about its own reasons and did not give them a way to live, which naturally forced some of the more angry village members to the point of no return.

The old owner of the village competed for the position of the second owner of the village twenty years ago, and since he took the position, the word "righteousness" has become a joke.

Whether you do it or not, it only depends on whether the passerby has what he wants, and whether he has enough tolls.

And the previous Yiyongzhai Yamen did not let go, not to mention the later ones.

It's just that the owner of the village is obviously ambitious and keeps recruiting troops.

To this day, the village has been transformed, the wooden wall has become a thick wall, and the village, which was originally only a few dozen people, has expanded into a fortress with thousands of families.

The division of labor in the village is clear, and there are many rules, just like a small world.

However, there are gossipy people in strict places.

The first group to take root in Yiyong Village generally has a high status and great ability.

Under Ding Xuewei's violent rainbow fart, several mothers-in-law even poured out the gossip of the old village owner for her.

"Grandma Zhang."

Seeing the familiar figure, Ding Xuewei shouted sweetly, and in the next second, the melon seed bag in her hand was delivered to the old woman.

"My mother gave it to me quietly."

She blinked wryly.

The mother-in-law who was in shape Futai took the melon seed bag and grabbed a handful unceremoniously.

When the size of the melon seeds came into view, she was surprised.

"These melon seeds are so big!"

"This melon seed is not only big, but also delicious, you can taste it."

Caramelized melon seeds, her favorite.

To watch a play, of course, you have to eat your favorite melon seeds.

"Sweet!"

Mrs. Zhang was surprised.

Ding Xuewei's bright big eyes flashed in a panic, indifferent, it was for this mother-in-law to see.

Sure enough, Mrs. Zhang looked left and right, and took Ding Xuewei to the west.

Although they are the same people in the village, the things they get from each person's contribution are different.

I don't necessarily have what you have, and you don't necessarily have what I have.

No, there are a lot of gluttonous mothers-in-law in the village, and the two of them don't hide from some people, and there are definitely few of them.

Thanks to this mother-in-law's blessing, Ding Xuewei was squeezed into the crowd by her.

She sat on the instep of Mrs. Zhang, who sat on her little maza.

They were in the front row.

The specially built altar has a circle in the center and is very large, almost 300 square meters.

Around the altar are women, except for the old and the weak.

Adult males, there is no Dharma venue in the whole venue.

They were sent to the various altars, and when the hour came, they would force the terrible monster to the side of the main altar with blood and sacrifices everywhere.

This morning, hearing this, it seems to be very reliable, but in fact, it completely fools people's removal, ghosts, and methods, Ding Xuewei has an idea, this Qingxu Taoist is very good at fooling people, very good at making scenes, and the eleven goddesses of Yishui know how to use the fear of the Yiyongzhai people.

Originally, this kind of thing should be performed by one person.

But the righteous and brave village is not something they can fool.

I accidentally came up with this method, and it just so happened that the old owner was also anxious to see the result.

These days, they have let go of too many fat sheep, and I don't know how many cottages they have fed in addition to their Yiyong Village!

"It's time, open the altar~"

The mysterious Qingxu Daoist waved a peachwood sword, opened the law, and the curtain was raised, and Ding Xuewei and Mrs. Zhang's melon seeds were just finished.

Ding Xuewei didn't take much, and when the two of them ate, they tried their best to clean the taste on the skin of the melon seeds.

"Grandma Zhang, I'll go back and get some more." Ding Xuewei still seems to be unfinished, and the various magical powers on the altar seem to be inhaling people and not so charming.

After all, she is a lucky person who has not seen certain scenes, and even the sound is too good to hear because she is sleepy!

"Come back and eat, see first."

The two communicated too much, even the little daughter-in-law who looked at Ding Xuewei's eyes didn't ask much, and in Ding Xuewei's regret, her eyes turned back to the altar again.

It may be a world derived from reality, exorcism, demons, chases, and ghosts are that set.

The Taoist priest plays with fire and dances the sword, and the goddess burns incense to petition.

"That's, is it coming?"

When a goddess suddenly raised her head and said that she was no longer herself, Ding Xuewei gently poked Mrs. Zhang's knee.

Mrs. Zhang was nervous, let her poke, and almost didn't jump.

Then he turned his head and looked at Mrs. Zhang, who wanted to scold her no, not scolding.

"Look."

"Oh~"

To be honest, Ding Xuewei is quite curious about their abilities.

In the real world, there are some things that science can't explain.

Perhaps, they will know where they come from.

Is Ding Xuewei afraid?

She's not afraid.

In the past, she didn't do anything wrong, and she tried her best to be a good person.

If she still has to be singled out to talk about things, then the problem is definitely not on her, but on others.

Ding Xuewei is frank, these goddesses and Taoist masters are indeed just fame.

After a while, the thing is done, and she doesn't have this soul from the real world.

"Grandma Zhang, you say, will the people in the village get retribution?" On the way back from the meeting, Ding Xuewei tilted her head, looking preoccupied.

When Mrs. Zhang heard her words, her face was not very good-looking.

However, he still replied to her: "We have no choice, who can still do this kind of work if they have food!" ”

"But we don't have a shortage of food to eat now. My mother said that my family divided dozens of taels of silver last year, and the savings of the previous years could add up to buy a small room in the city. Ding Xuewei continued her innocence.

Yiyongzhai lives in peace with performance, and the more it does, the more it gets.

According to Ding Xuewei, their family contributes to her father, and her mother and their younger siblings are only in charge of the work in the vegetable field.

There is better money, who goes to turn over the land, and the person in charge of growing vegetables is the most unpopular in Yiyong Village.

It's also thanks to Ding Xuewei's ability to speak well, and her little mouth is sweet and knows how to make people happy, otherwise, the evil woman who has mentioned more than 100 heads around her will not give her a good face first.

"You are a family of four, squeezed into a small room, that is the life of people? Your father was born in the village, and you don't have a household registration, how can you live out of the village? Again, if a person lives a lifetime, he must live this life in vain, and the gods who raise their heads and feet must understand the suffering of the world, how can there be our village. ”

"Baby, we are the life of eating, our existence is to survive those evil things in the previous life, to repay the debts of the robbery, what we should do is to use our own advantages, strive for more for ourselves, so that more people have old grievances, and climb to the dust-free sky as soon as possible."

"Baby, don't listen to people say that gods and ghosts, if gods and ghosts exist, our village should not appear, and don't hear people say that the world outside is good, if it is good, how can there be so many people who always want to join us, and if they can't join, they will camp nearby."

"Baby, it's the same effort, digging the field is actually no different from going down the mountain, some things, do more, there is nothing to be afraid of. You see, are the people who go to the altar today not afraid of ghosts? ”

Ding Xuewei Ama was stunned.

This realization, this realization.

It's absolutely stunning.

She didn't enter this righteous village, and she felt a little sorry for herself.

I had heard that those who did not want to follow the current owner of the village had ascended to bliss and listened to the Buddha's lectures.

Ding Xuewei's idea that as long as there is a good person in the village, she will be merciful.

Twenty years, not two years, not two days, but anyone with a little conscience will not stay in this righteous village!

··· Suddenly, I felt more than my conscience.

Why is it because of the hearty personality of these old women that such an undesirable idea arises!

A roar every day, begging for tickets, asking for collections...