Luo Ning was amused: "That's not called chasing and killing, but the temple has aura, which is enough to affect people, the so-called heaven makes gods, and earth makes temples, you have to remember this truth." ”

"The temples are built with bricks, but are bricks the floor?"

"Let's take a step and learn a little, don't think about eating a fat man in one bite."

I still didn't ask anything, but I knew that Grandpa's death and the scaleless black snake that tried to kill me must be a trick, and I must find it, punish it, and give Grandpa and me justice.

When I arrived at Magou Village, it was already evening, and the village was full of smoke, and people came and went, and there was nothing unusual to see.

Luo Ning contacted Zhong Dabao and specially told him: "Don't alarm everyone first, take us to see the situation." ”

The ancestral hall of Magou Village is built in the northwest corner of the village, and the terrain is flat from a distance, and a Xiliang River meanders through, with a flat and stable landform.

However, when they got closer, a pungent rancid smell came to their faces, and Zhong Dabao said: "There are too many dead animals, and the smell is a bit big." ”

Walking into the boundary of the ancestral hall, the ground is paved with cement on a hard road, and at the entrance of the ancestral hall, there are more than a dozen dead pigs, cattle and sheep.

Although he stood firmly, he decomposed quickly in the summer, and the surface of the corpse was already rotten with holes, dripping with dark green pus and yellow corpse fluid, and flies and maggots everywhere.

It was the first time I saw such an exaggerated death scene, and I couldn't help it, so I opened my mouth and squirted.

"Master Luo, look at this situation, is it haunted?" Zhong Dabao asked with a sad face.

"Don't worry, I'll take a look first."

Luo Ning was not afraid of the smell of rotting corpses, walked around the ancestral hall, picked up a handful of soil, rubbed it with his hands, and the condensed loess was rubbed into pieces and thrown into the air, like a puff of yellow smoke, scattered with the wind.

"Dongzi, bring my toolbox."

Luo Ning has a wooden box, about one and a half meters long and half a meter high, which is divided into three layers, and there are all kinds of objects, I am very interested, but I have never had a chance to look at it carefully.

What was taken out of the box was a historic mottled oil-paper umbrella, and when opened, the oil-paper umbrella lid was black and red.

Standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall, Luo Ning turned the oil umbrella, and as the speed became faster and faster, gradually, the figure became blurred.

I noticed that his eyes were always fixed on one point, and he didn't move.

My mind moved, and I followed Luo Ning's gaze, and the end was the village chief's feet.

At this time, Zhong Dabao, although the shape is the same, but a pair of feet disappeared out of thin air, and the empty trouser leg tube was hanging on the ground, full of dark red bloodstains.

My head buzzed in fright, and my hairs stood on end, almost not screaming.

But there seemed to be a hidden energy that blocked my mouth and nose, preventing me from making the slightest sound.

This energy was cold and cold, and my boiling emotions gradually calmed down.

I thought the old man was a ghost, but I didn't expect Zhong Dabao to be the real ghost, and the old man brought him to Luo Ning to "see".

Stopping the umbrella turning, Luo Ning said: "The local sand and water are quiet, but it is a Tibetan land, which is used to build an ancestral hall, which can be regarded as adapting to local conditions." ”

Zhong Dabao's feet reappeared, and the blood stains on the trouser tube were gone, and he replied: "When the ancestral hall was built, it was also a bloody investment, if it wasn't for my insistence, how could it be so magnificent now." ”

This ancestral hall is dusty and old, and it seems that it has a history of at least one or two hundred years.

If Zhong Dabao participated in the construction of the ancestral hall, then he would have lived for at least a hundred years, but looking at his facial features, forty years old could not be more.

This is a village ghost, who has stayed in the village all his life and does not take half a step, so his soul does not want to leave after he dies.

Even, he didn't know that he had become a ghost, and he was still deeply involved in all the affairs of the village.

And this demolition is about to demolish everything in his memory, so he will try his best to stop it, if we forcibly demolish it......

Don't take the village ghost as a ghost, once you want to break everything he guards, then every grass and tree in this place will become the source of his resentment.

When that time comes, Zhong Dabao will not hesitate to kill all of us.