The man staggered up from the fire, threw himself hoarsely on the chair, clutching the evil statue and wailing.

"Kill-kill-kill-"

Seeing this, the leader hurriedly burned three sticks of incense, held the incense and bowed three times in the air, and then raised his right foot and stomped on the ground three times. After the ceremony was completed, the four little boys carrying the sedan chair instantly fainted to the ground, he beckoned to the surrounding villagers, and immediately ran out Two young men stepped forward and held down the man.

The villagers grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his face up.

The figure was skeletal, with messy black hair tangled, dressed in rags, thin and tall, unable to see how old it was, like a beggar.

"Zhang Er, why are you?"

The man was like a frightened bird, twisting his arms and struggling, his upper lip touching his lower lip squirming a few times from time to time, as if he was talking to himself.

The activity was stopped on the spot, and the villagers dispersed in a hurry when they saw this, and it seemed that everyone was no longer surprised by Zhang Er's behavior.

"Brother, what's going on?" Liu Buchou just smiled and pulled the villager who was about to leave in front of him, "He doesn't want to die?" ”

Obviously, the villagers were also swept away by the man just now, and he pouted his mouth and spread his hands: "Can't you see it?" Silly. ”

After the villagers finished speaking, they turned around and left with the flow of people, Liu Buchou slowly put away his smiling face and stood up straight: "A good activity was disturbed by a fool." ”

"If it weren't for the timely delivery of God by the leader just now, he wouldn't have survived a long time ago." An Hao stared at the fires scattered all over the place in front of him, and slowly spoke, "A fool would be stupid enough to crash into the wall of fire by himself?" ”

"Four children who passed out?" Liu Buchou looked shocked, and pointed to the pile of fire wall in front of him, "Which way is the immortal?" I didn't even find out. ”

"A few nameless evil gods." An Hao said, "The copper coin mask on the face is to suppress the evil spirit." ”

"When the evil god descends, he will lose his life at the least, and lose his soul at the worst." Liu Buchou's tone suddenly became serious, "Plus the ceremony suddenly stopped, and those children were hanging ......"

Zhang Er collapsed in front of the fire, grabbed the blackened brick and slammed it on the ground, and let out a few screams from time to time.

His mouth seemed to say, "Kill—kill—"

No one cared about him, let him sit on the ground, in the pile of black ashes, and make the whole person dirty.

An looked at him for a few moments, and then walked over to him.

"Zhang Er." An Hao held out his right hand to him, "Stand up, the ground is dirty." ”

Zhang Er tilted his head and smiled at him, picked a charred brick on the ground and put it on An Hao's right hand, and then looked at An Hao with a smile.

Perhaps because of the proximity, I found that Zhang Er's eyes were different from ordinary people's, his more sincere and simple.

An Hao took the brick in his hand and checked it, but unexpectedly did not throw it away, but directly helped Zhang Er up.

Zhang Er stood up with his sleeves in his hand, and watched the three of us cautiously move back.

"Dirty, dirty." Zhang Erbang patted the black handprints on the cuffs.

An Hao didn't stop Zhang Er, and he slapped his cuffs: "Why do you want to hit the wall of fire?" ”

Suddenly, Zhang Er frowned and took two steps back, and his flickering eyes revealed unconcealable worry and trepidation.

"Kill - they're killing, killing, they're killing." Zhang Er suddenly raised his hand to protect his face, and his body curled up and squatted on the spot, as if he was stimulated, and suddenly shouted loudly.

I was shocked and gave them a look.

"We're here, don't be afraid." Liu Buchou also squatted down, holding his shoulder with one hand and trying to comfort him, "Tell me, who killed someone?" ”

"Secret, I want to keep it secret, keep it secret, I will die if I say it." Zhang Er shook off Liu Buchou's hand and kept peeking at us with his spare eyes.

An Hao slowly spoke: "Who was killed?" ”

Zhang Er was stunned, raised his face and glared at us, his emotions were obviously more excited: "I can't say, I can't tell you." ”

"Don't be afraid." I also crouched down and tried to give him a sense of security, "We're not bad people, we're helping you." ”

Zhang Er waved his hand again and again, moved away from us, and muttered an incomprehensible Min Yang dialect in his mouth.

"Ouch, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

A slick and sophisticated male voice came from behind him, and he deliberately bit the words and spoke Min Pu (Minyang Mandarin).

This man was dressed in a straight old-fashioned tunic with a big back comb, not very tall, a short and sturdy old man, he greeted us with a smile on his face, but his eyes were quietly looking at us.

Visually it is the head of this village.

"He's mentally a little problematic, talking nonsense all day long, don't care." The old man pointed at Zhang Er, covered his mouth with an embarrassed look, and explained to us in a low voice, "A few years ago, it was said that the widow Wang in the village and the second son of the Sun family had a leg, and the daughter-in-law of the second son went back to her parents' house in a hurry, and finally found that there was no shadow." ”

"You're the village chief, aren't you?" I stood up and smiled politely at him.

"Yes, he is in the village, and I am the son of the village chief."

I tilted my head, only to notice that there was a man standing behind the village chief. This man is not very old, with a pair of hanging eyes that are not easy to mess with, and he has short inches and yellow hair. He still has a cigarette in his hand while sipping melon seeds, and he looks like a ruffian, which is completely opposite to his father's steady and tactful.

"It's so stupid, you can't see it? The eyes of the people in the city are so bad? ”

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but smile, raised his foot and touched Zhang Er's back, as if to show us that he was right.

"Guanghui, no big or small, these are older brothers and sisters than you, your elders." The village chief turned his head and scolded Guanghui angrily, then turned back and said to us with a smile, "Zhang Er had an illness when he was a child, and his brain was burned out, and the child is also very pitiful. ”

I nodded and looked at Zhang Er, who was still sitting on the ground playing with bricks.

"Guanghui, quickly pick up your Uncle Zhang and send him home." The village chief saw through the thoughts of several of us, and immediately greeted the brilliance beside him.

Guanghui looked at the village chief and was stunned for two seconds, then reluctantly inserted the cigarette butt into the melon seed skin in his hand, and freed up his hand to help Zhang Er up.

Zhang Er was obviously startled by Guanghui's outstretched hand, and directly got up and ran away.

The blind could see what it meant, and we tacitly exchanged glances.

Guanghui didn't think it was normal, raised the melon seed skin in his hand and whispered: "Yes, the province has dirty hands." ”

"Look, this—" the village chief smiled awkwardly, "to make you laugh." You don't have a good idea of today's 'broken villain', but we still have an event in the evening - 'iQue Street', which is more exciting than the morning one, you must come! ”

I nodded and politely agreed.

Immediately after the village chief was called away by a phone call, Guanghui rolled his eyes fiercely as he looked at the back of his father leaving, and then turned his head to look at the three of us.

"Hey, do you want this?" The glorious gaze was fixed on Liu Buchou, he shook the Chinese cigarette box in his hand, and his chin raised slightly, "It's much better than yours, it sells for 100 outside, and I'll sell it at half price here." ”

Liu Buchou immediately showed his signature smile, put the cigarette in his mouth and took another breath, and the smoke ring was slowly spit out: "I can't get used to smoking you." ”

Guanghui's face sank suddenly, he directly tore open the cigarette box and lit a cigarette for himself, and left with the pace of the village chief: "Wild boars can't eat fine chaff. ”

"What?" Liu Buchou froze in place, looked at me, and looked at Anhao, "What pig eats what?" What does he mean? Are you scolding me? ”

I blinked, realizing that it was a bit difficult to explain the folk proverb to a spirit, and coupled with Liu Buchou's fiery temper, I didn't want to mess with the people in the village: "Praise you, say you are noble." ”

"Huh?"

An Hao also nodded.