He is not related to his grandfather, Chen Baoer has always known this.

When she was very young, Chen Baoer always asked why her grandfather's surname was Zhang, but her surname was Chen.

The blind grandfather said: "Even if you are not a blood relative, you should not forget your ancestral surname!"

Chen Baoer asked, where is his ancestor!

The blind grandfather turned his head and said, "When there was a plague, they were all dead!"

Chen Bao'er asked again why he was named Bao'er, it was too hasty and cheesy.

Grandpa opened his yellow and dim eyes, and said seriously: "It's easy to feed with a cheap name!"

Chen Bao'er didn't follow, and felt that Grandpa's words were perfunctory, just to coax the children, so he reluctantly said: "What is good to feed and not good to support, Bao'er has hands and feet, and he will not freeze to death and starve to death!"

The blind grandfather pulled Chen Bao'er, and kept groping Chen Bao'er's face with his withered yellow palm, with a look of pity: "There are more than tens of millions of beings in this world! But baby, after a few years, Grandpa will die, do you really think they will give you a bite to eat?"

Chen Bao'er didn't understand the meaning of the blind grandfather's words, but she was just puzzled, would she be so annoying.

But Bao'er didn't want Grandpa to die, so she only smiled and said, "The people under the mountain treat Grandpa as a living immortal, how can an immortal die?"

The blind grandfather trembled and hugged Bao'er in his arms: "Grandpa doesn't dare to die, grandpa is dead, in case those demons who like evil come to the door, you will want to live in peace in this life!"

Chen Bao'er was a little more down-to-earth in his heart, Grandpa said that he didn't dare to die, Chen Bao'er thought that Grandpa really wouldn't die, as for the monster, Grandpa had always scared him so much.

But who can say the right thing about life and death......

When Chen Bao'er was holding the blackened withered grass tightly in his hand, Father Zhao had already pulled out a knife from his waist, left a few shoe prints on the grave bag with his feet, and called people to prepare torches and oil, and then shouted: "Planing!" After planing a fire, take a break tomorrow, wait for the demon grave to be burned, and then escort this demon boy back, Lao Tzu will give you some credit, each receive some reward money to go back to sleep well, raise enough spirit, and be so happy, I heard that the county tooth line, only to send a group of yellow flower girls, this great wilderness years, we can't watch them suffer and starve in it......"

The laughter of everyone made Chen Baoer suddenly wake up from this chaotic thought.

Chen Baoer also laughed, laughing at this group of dying people.

In a matter of moments, the grave was cut open, and when all the soil was removed from the grave bag to reveal the half-rotten coffin, the wind rose in the night, and the dead leaves in the forest rustled.

The group of gravediggers laughed again, a completely different smile from before, and some people looked up at the sky and applauded happily: "Thief, it's going to rain?"

Father Zhao's face also swelled with joy, the day before yesterday, the state and county governments dug no less than 100 demon graves, this god still hasn't rained!

Today, I saw that God appreciated his face, and thundered a few times, but in the end there was no movement. If God could give a few drops of rain after he burned down the grave in front of him today, then there would be a lot to be done about it!

Not to mention the county government, even if it is reported to the official family, it is also a great achievement, Zhao's father made up his mind, as long as it can rain, no matter whether there are drought monsters in the demon tomb in front of him, when the time comes, he will have to sit down and report it, who will not make up stories, the group of rice buckets from Chongzhou can meet monsters to save people, and he can't dig up a drought spirit when digging the demon grave?

At this juncture, the drought that is rare in a century, the official family is worried that there is no way to appease the people, if he Zhao someone, burned the drought and begged for rain, then how should he show his face?

Thinking of this, Zhao's father's eyes seemed to be glowing green at night, and when he spoke, he was also a little hoarse: "Open the coffin! If a few drops of rain fall from God's eyes, a good thing will hit us!"

Everyone may not know the truth, but when they heard Zhao's father say a great thing, they all became excited.

But the sound of the wind became tighter and tighter, and the dead leaves of the trees shook off with a stagger, revealing the yellow and dim moonlight in the sky.

Chen Bao'er felt more and more uneasy in his heart, he had heard the blind grandfather tell him a sentence, the sound of sand in the middle of the night, the warning of Huangquan Road, the words of the blind grandfather, Chen Bao'er did not believe it all, because most of them scared him!

But in this situation, in this scene, Chen Baoer felt more and more that this night breeze seemed to drain the heat in people's bones, which was too weird.

Someone rounded the pickaxe, looking at the posture, it seemed that the coffin was going to be smashed!

The pickaxe fell on the coffin board, and the sound of slamming it was just right together with the electric light in the night, and a thunderclap exploded, and everyone who was startled retreated slightly.

Father Zhao was excited: "Split!"

When everyone was still hesitating, Zhao's father had already snatched the pickaxe, and frantically chopped off the corpse nails on the coffin one by one.

Just when the coffin creaked upside down, through the branches and leaves of the sparkling shadows, Chen Bao'er saw a red thunder mark like blood tearing the night sky, and at the same time, Chen Bao'er's neck was slightly cold, as if someone was whispering to him, and a light smile flashed in his ears.

Chen Baoer turned her head in surprise, but only saw the fallen leaves all over the ground, and the strange thing was that the thunder that was about to fall seemed to be cut off by life at this moment, and it stopped abruptly.

Father Zhao and the others were either shocked, and angrily came over and kicked Chen Bao'er to the ground.

On the other side, in the coffin that was overturned by everyone, only a few piles of rotten clothes and a few fat yellow-skinned rats rolled out.

Everyone cursed a few times, poured fire oil, and just about to burn, the sky actually rained, and in a moment it became a pour, mixed with a strong earthy smell, and the dull drought and summer atmosphere for a long time seemed to have dispersed with this earthy smell.

Chen Bao'er just kept panting, he thought, it's raining, it should be good, there are no dead people, nothing happened, shouldn't this be excellent......

Naturally, it was excellent, because Zhao's father had already knelt on the ground in ecstasy, kowtowing to God constantly, until his face was muddy, and then he pointed to the pile of tattered clothes that rolled out of the coffin, and roared: "Bring the evidence, go back to the yamen and ask for a reward!"

The road down the mountain is very difficult to walk, the whining wind sounds, like the howling of unjust souls, and the dead trees with large bowl mouths are directly cut off.

Chen Baoer has never been to the so-called county government, so he naturally doesn't know the road.

After walking for a long time, Chen Baoer couldn't tell the difference, only knew that the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and after the dry and cracked loess drank the rain, it could no longer seep down, and the rain fell, hitting the stagnant water, puffing up blisters, and the mist gradually spread, without torches, and even the road could not be seen clearly.

Zhao's father only said that he would settle down in the village he passed through in front of him, take shelter from the rain, and wait for the rain to lighten, and it would not be too late to hurry.

For a long time, when a group of people groped their way into the village that Zhao's father said, they all froze.

The smell of blood, the long drought is rainy, and the people in the village should be as lively as a festival, but now, in addition to the smell of blood, the whole village is as silent as death.

The poor man who was chained to Chen Bao'er seemed to see something, and fell to the ground in horror, but he was like a madman on the ground, kicking his legs and retreating.

Chen Baoer laboriously wiped the rain off his face with his hands that were cuffed together, and only then did he see that there was a white and distorted face on the ground......

Father Zhao and a group of other poor people finally noticed that something was wrong.

Chen Bao'er looked at the lifeless and distorted face on the ground, and closed her eyes in pain.

That year, the year when the blind grandfather died, it was the same, all the people in the village under the mountain died tragically, and the grandfather who said that he was going to collect demons and suppress evil spirits never came back, when Chen Baoer found Grandpa, Grandpa was like this......

Among all the people, the only one who survived was him Chen Baoer......