Sure enough, within a few minutes, the rumbling thunder was like the low roar of a beast, and it struck the ground in a depressing and breathtaking manner.

At this time, the rain does not stop, and the wind does not stop.

I'm not an immortal, all this is just my prediction, and I can't interfere with anything.

I looked up at the thunderclouds and prayed silently in my heart.

Don't blow the wind anymore, blow the thunderclouds again and leave.

"Click!"

A purple lightning bolt pierced the sky obliquely, and in the blink of an eye, the lightning in the sky sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and the surrounding clouds were blown away, leaving only shiny lights in the air.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a cold cobweb of lightning exploded in the wind, splitting into branches and sending the ground into the air!

This sound, as if there was a second kick in my ears, shook my head and buzzed.

The old village chief even sat in the mud, covering his ears with a painful face.

The dirt that flew into the air dispersed, and I looked at it and was overjoyed.

The grave was razed to the ground, and all that was left was an empty pit on the ground, and even the wrist-thick latch was smashed into slag.

"!"

I jumped to my feet with excitement and finally put an end to the matter.

I turned my head to look at the old village chief, unable to hide my excitement: "Uncle, this time I have cut him down!" Even if they are iron arhats, they can't set off the slightest storm!"

However, the old village chief only covered his ears and couldn't say anything.

The excitement in my heart was immediately replaced by uneasiness, and I hurriedly squatted beside him: "Uncle? What's wrong with you?"

He just looked at me blankly and shook his head in a daze.

Wang shook his head vigorously: "Shouldn't you be so deafened by thunder?"

When I think about it, I shouldn't.

Although the thunder is loud, Wang Dali and I are fine, could it be because he is old?

I hurriedly shouted at Xiaomei, "Sister, come and help."

Xiaomei walked up in two steps, grabbed the old village chief's shoulder with one hand, took out a medical flashlight and looked into the ear piercing.

After a while, Xiaomei put down the flashlight: "I don't have enough equipment, but I can see that his eardrum is torn."

"Is it a piercing?"

Xiaomei shook her head and retorted, "The perforation was instantly pierced by an external force, and he obviously not."

"It's more like being torn apart by something, but the result is the same, definitely deaf."

I could only sigh helplessly: "Let him go to the big hospital to have a look."

At this time, the old village chief patted me with his hand, then took off his shoes, wiped a flat ground with the soles of his shoes, and stretched out his short thick fingers to write a few words on the ground.

"I just heard a group of people shouting in my ear."

Wang Dali frowned: "Why didn't I hear it?"

Looking at the words he wrote, I suddenly understood.

"Forget it, don't go to the big hospital, there's no need to waste money."

Xiaomei looked at me puzzled: "Why?"

"The shout he said was the last voice of those resentful ghosts."

I sighed unconsciously, "The reason why the ghosts are so scary is not how difficult they are, but that they will kill their enemies at all costs."

"Even before you die, you have to give someone a little revenge."

I erased the words on the ground and wrote a new line: "Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and your mistake is not to save you when you see death, and even more so to bury them here."

The old village chief looked stunned for a while, then stood up with a lost eye, turned around and ran down the mountain.

On the way back, I went to carry Ah Chen on his back.

To my surprise, Ah Chen's leg was not injured at all!

Not to mention us, even Ah Chen himself was surprised, according to what he said, whether it was pain or vision just now, it was so real.

I slapped my thigh, "I see."

Everyone looked at me in unison, and I was only afraid of the back, and I didn't rejoice in the slightest.

I cleared my throat and whispered, "This is what Ah Chen said about the ghost covering his eyes."

"Impossible." Ah Chen immediately denied: "These eyes are my rice bowl for eating, can I still see them?"

"What if it's a sneak attack?" I accentuated my tone, "That kind of sneak attack without warning."

For a while, Ah Chen stopped talking.