Taoyuan Village.

It is the only central village that retains its quaint style.

On the bluestone pavement of the ancient street, the traces left by the years are mottled and visible, on both sides of the street, the quaint wooden buildings are scattered, and the strings of red lanterns hanging under the eaves can be seen shortly after the Spring Festival, swaying gently with the breeze.

The air is filled with a faint smell of winter cinnamon, the sweet smell of freshly baked pastries from the pastry shop under the osmanthus tree, the steaming food on the street stalls, and the faint smell of tea from the teahouse not far away.

Tourists on the street walked out of the costume experience hall with bags on their backs, and in an instant, it seemed to bring time and space back to the prosperity of thousands of years ago.

"Hey!"

Lin Jiadan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, spoke up, and Du Surui, who frequently poked his eyes out of the car window, reminded: "Brother Du, let's drive and look ahead!" Look at you, you look like you've never seen a beautiful girl, and your eyes are straight! ”

Ahem!

Du Surui, who was caught on the spot, flashed a touch of pig liver on his handsome face, and withdrew his gaze, but his mouth was not convinced.

"What's wrong with me admiring pretty girls?

He drove and quibbled, "What hero in the world doesn't love beautiful women since ancient times?" ”

Lin Jiadan's disgusted expression was too lazy to talk to him.

If you want to say that they are beautiful, how can they have our Wu Luoyang? I'm still rare. …… Over there, Du Surui raised her eyes to look in the rearview mirror of the car, her eyes fell on the good-looking face shrouded in the sun, and she couldn't stop the words that slipped out of her mouth: "Classmate Wu, if you are wearing ancient costumes, you must look better than them." ”

The second half of the sentence was said to Wu Luoyang, who was sitting in the back seat.

Lin Jiadan recognized these words, turned his head, and invited her: "Little junior sister Luoyang, when the matter is done, otherwise, you will also come and experience it?" ”

Afraid that Wu Luoyang would refuse, Lin Jiadan even let himself go: "I'll go with you!" ”

"I'll see it!"

Du Su Rui nodded in agreement.

The two in front sang and harmonized, and Wu Luoyang, who was looking at the street scene, retracted his gaze, and lost his eyes at Du Surui and Lin Jiadan, who were full of interest, but did not refuse directly.

The car drove along the street for a few minutes, and then turned a few more corners to the villager's house.

A traditional enclosed courtyard house surrounded by walls, built with mud walls and wood as the main material. It is said that in the first three generations, people of the same clan lived together, and they had the same blood relationship, the same way of life, and they worked every day at sunrise and sunset and went in and out together.

The descendants in the courtyard went out to make a living and made a fortune, bought a building in the county or city and moved away one after another, and finally only the old couple of the poisoned villagers remained, although their children also developed well outside, but the old couple was used to the slow life in the mountains and did not follow their children out.

That's it.

Finally, the children went home to reunite with the old couple for a meal, but unexpectedly, the old lady sent the children to the hospital as soon as they sprinkled the medicated rice, and sent the wife away.

"Mayor Mare, you're here."

The staff of the village also came, and when they saw the mayor, they hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.

The leader walked ahead, and Wu Luoyang and Du Surui followed behind the mayor, listening to the village staff report the situation to the mayor.

The old lady's wife has just passed away, and her children and grandchildren are also on a drip in the hospital.

As he spoke, the village staff remembered the old lady's previous behavior of slashing and babbling into the air with a knife, and whispered carefully to the mayor and the people accompanying him: "You must not get too close, she is crazy from time to time, and no one can know when she will have a seizure, so as not to hurt everyone." ”

"Hmm."

Mayor Taoyuan nodded and raised his hand: "Let's go in and have a look." ”

Wu Luoyang followed into the house.

There is a stone mortar in the courtyard of the triad, which is a tool used by the ancients to pound rice. The surface of the stone mortar has been ground to a very smooth surface, with some dark black moss traces growing on it, witnessing countless sunrises and sunsets and the change of seasons.

The gray wooden walls are covered with heavy brown robes, and the mountain breeze gently sways with the wind blowing in from the doorway, and the quaint feeling makes you forget the hustle and bustle of the world.

"Ahh Ahh Go away, you demons, let go of my old man! ”

A few people had just arrived at the door of the house.

Suddenly, a terrible cry came from the gloomy room.

The face of the village staff who walked in the front changed, and the mayor of the town, who was also walking in the crowd, said in a low voice: "Hey, this old woman is sick again." ”

The people outside the house paused.

Bang dang!

The rough noise came from the dimly lit room again, accompanied by the old lady's frantic roar, as if to drive away something terrible.

Looking through the gap in the lattice of the wooden window.

The sharp-eyed man noticed that the old lady was slashing in the air with a bright kitchen knife in her hand, and the furniture objects were chopped into a mess by her......

Obviously, this will not allow people to enter.

Wu Luoyang also stood by the wooden window and looked into the room......

The light in the small room is not good, but the wooden windows are closed, leaving only a few holes in the lattice to supplement the light.

In the house, there is a very old wooden bed painted with black lacquer, and the front can be seen carved with a dragon and a phoenix totem, which occupies half of the entire room, and a set of solid wood furniture and tables that are also painted with black lacquer on the side are piled with cigarette shells, cartons and some medicine bottles, which are also split by the kitchen knife in the old lady's hand and scattered on the ground.

Wu Luoyang's gaze fell on the old lady's head, which was the first realm of the human body, and it was the realm of consciousness.

Sure enough, I saw a trace of black mist wrapping around the temples on both sides of the old lady.

Wu Luoyang quietly launched the exploration technique.

A fire-colored Yuan Qi, invisible to ordinary people, entered through the broken wooden window lattice, and kept hovering upwards around the old lady's body, probing her overall situation.

The old lady's state of mind is indeed haunted by dark war spirits.

Wu Luoyang stopped, probably clear.

The old lady's eyes were hollow, the muscles on her face were twisted, and she suddenly looked towards the wooden window, and a creepy sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth. She wields a kitchen knife and swings it wildly, as if to drive away some invisible enemy.

"What's the point of playing with knives?"

The mayor frowned when he saw this.

Then the two young men in uniform behind him carefully ordered: "Be careful, go in and take the knife from her hand, lest she hurt herself." ”

"I can't do it, I can't help it!"

The village staff who were traveling with them hurriedly stretched out their hands to stop them.

He was accustomed to seeing the process of the old lady's illness before, and he hurriedly explained: "This old woman cuts like this every time she is sick, and the things in the house are cut into a mess, but she never hurts herself for half a point, and after a while she will be fine, like a few minutes." ”

Hearing this, the mayor hesitated.