Song Yan looked around and found that no one was near us, so he slowly spoke.

"It's good that you're here, there's a place for me to talk about this matter."

He looked very flustered, if it weren't for the fact that I had known him for a long time, and I trusted him, I would have thought that he was the murderer of my grandmother.

"What's going on? Calm down first, there are so many people coming in and out here, it's not good if someone sees it. ”

I put my hands on his shoulders and tried to get him to relax.

He took a few deep breaths before saying to me: "I think there must be something strange about this matter, my grandmother was sick for a while before her death, and my grandfather went to Luoxi Village to find a Taoist priest. The Taoist priest looked like he was very powerful, but I broke him several times and was sucking my grandmother's blood with a needle. Even now, grandma is gone, and she is skinny. ”

As he spoke, Song Yan's face turned pale, his eyes turned even redder, and he choked up: "If you don't believe it, you can go back and shut it up on the side later, to put it mildly, my grandmother is like a human skin now." ”

！！！

Hearing what he said, my brain was buzzing.

The headwind chief once used a needle to draw Grandma Song's blood?

"Then do you know why he did it?" I asked Song Yan.

Although this kid is usually a child, he is wise and foolish.

As long as he finds out that the upwind channel is long, he will definitely check it in secret.

"It's really possible for me to know," Song Yan's face suddenly became serious: "One night when he was on the phone, I heard him say to the person on the other end of the phone that he needed to test his grandmother's blood, but he couldn't find anything after taking two tubes, so he took two more tubes." Later, I talked about the ancestors, and I didn't understand the rest of it. And when I left, I made a sound, and he hung up the phone in a hurry. ”

Ancestors!

He was looking for someone to resurrect the ancestors.

But because in this area, no one can be found, and the formations laid out are useless.

So he began to help others with their illnesses, and began to go around helping others draw blood to see whose shoes were more suitable for them.

What exactly is this group of people going to do?

This question has been haunting my mind for a long time, and I can't find an answer.

Liu Mu is too young, and what he says is not credible, even if he is a particularly smart child.

As for Dong Jing, she has already told me everything she knows.

Until now, as long as I mention that organization, I am still in the clouds.

It seems that I need to be quicker so that they can stop them from finding the next group of people who are going to resurrect the ancestors.

"It was because of this incident that I told the village chief of your village, who is my eldest aunt. Later, they called the police and searched the entire house, but they didn't see any clues. And it's true that my grandmother also died of natural causes, at least in their opinion. So this matter is over, and of course I was scolded by my grandfather. But I'm not reconciled, this must not be so simple! Especially the upwind long! ”

I looked at Song Yan, and his thinking was much clearer than mine.

That's because he's an outsider, a bystander.

But I can't tell him too much about the organization, I'm afraid he'll be in danger of it.

Otherwise, the two of us may have an answer.

I sighed.

"Although we can't find anything, she is dead, so let's bury her in the ground. Everything else, leave it to fate. Since it was done by the head of the headwind, the heavens will accept him. ”

I don't know what else I can say at this time, so I can only comfort him with some ordinary words.

He clenched his fists, his muscles exposed, and the eighteen-year-old boy was inevitably impulsive.

"Do we know that it was done by the head of the Adverse Wind Dao, and there is no way to make him godly?! Or are you not helping me? ”

I shook my head: "It's not that I won't help you, the hour has not yet come." When the time comes, he will be brought to justice. ”

While comforting Song Yan, we returned to Song's house.

Today is the second day, and tomorrow is the burial, and there are many things I need to deal with.

Putting other things aside, the dead are buried for peace.

Back at the Song family, Dong Jing has already helped me calculate the time for tomorrow's burial.

"Two to four o'clock in the afternoon is an auspicious time."

Dong Jing is an ancient feng shui master, and her calculations are more accurate than mine, so I will no longer get involved in this matter.

After Song Yan entered the house, the other family members who sent the old lady also walked in and began to burn paper money.

After listening to his words just now, I deliberately walked to the edge of the coffin to take a look, and sure enough, as he said, the plump Grandma Song was lying in the coffin, as thin as human skin.

I frowned, which also confirmed that what Song Yan said was not a lie.

It's just that right now, I can't do it.

I don't even know where the head of the headwind is, let alone how to bring him to justice.

As Mr. Yin and Yang who helped with the burial this time, I didn't have anything to do, I just watched them from the sidelines, and occasionally told them what to do, and it was over.

They said that yesterday the sons of the children had kept watch all night, and today the grandchildren will keep the watch.

I naturally want to accompany him, especially this person is Song Yan, although she is the eldest grandson, but he is not very old.

I'm afraid that something will happen at night, and with his strong blood, when something happens, the smell of gunpowder will be strong.

My fears weren't unfounded, at least in the middle of the night, when it happened.

After eating in the evening, Song Yan knelt alone on the edge of the coffin, crying and burning paper.

He was a very affectionate child, and occasionally said a few words to his dead grandmother.

It was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, although Song Yanyang was very strong, he was alone in the mourning hall, and I was afraid that he would not be able to keep it, so I followed him to the mourning hall.

Sitting on the side and looking at him, my heart beat very regularly.

For a moment, I couldn't tell if I was upset or if something was wrong with an ancient curse.

When I took out the medicine from the small gourd, and before I could eat it, I heard the door of the large courtyard being pushed open and there was the sound of footsteps.

The people in the village are going to come to burn incense and paper, and they have already come in the morning, and I don't know who such a sensitive time will be at twelve o'clock in the morning.

I was about to reach for the door of the mourning hall when suddenly there was a strong wind and the door was blown open with a bang.

Song Yan heard the voice and quickly stood up, and I was stunned.

I know someone who came, it was a little old man in the next village, Grandma Song's younger brother Zhang Ticket.