"Huang Ye, how can this be?" My aching brain was sweating.

I often see this situation on TV, when the sun comes out, the ghosts are sunburned, and white smoke is gone; There are also zombies, which also smoke when the sun hits their bodies; But I'm different from them now, although Huang Ye said that I was a "dead man", even a corpse would not be afraid of the sun, and my heart was still beating.

Huang Ye looked at me and said slowly: "You have been cursed by death, and you are full of yin qi, and now it has penetrated into every corner of your body. ”

"As long as you are exposed to the sun, it will hurt your heart and lungs, and after a long time, the whole person may melt."

After speaking, he got up and pulled out a large black folding umbrella from his backpack on the shelf and handed it to me.

Seeing that he had been prepared, I was secretly relieved.

After all, the old man spent a lot of money to invite people, how could he not have any real skills.

But it also means that what he said about me to live for a maximum of seven days is also true.

"Bear with the pain, and it will be fine in a few minutes. Dead flesh is not a big deal. ”

On the next road, I listened to Huang Ye's words honestly, and grew wise.

After we arrived in Linxian, we didn't stop and went directly to the town.

The closer I got, the more my heart goes up and down, and I don't know what greets me.

Huang Ye's side was no longer as relaxed as he was at the beginning, and he took Lao Wang's relics and looked at them over and over again. Especially those two photos, they were about to be ruined by him.

Finally, at nine o'clock in the morning, we arrived in the town.

But how to get from the town to the village of Lao Wang's house, we didn't know either. I stood on the side of the road with an umbrella, watching Huang Ye ask several people, before he walked towards me with a gloomy face. He was accompanied by a taxi driver who came to help us with our luggage.

I didn't let him touch Lao Wang's ashes, and carried them in my backpack.

It was only after getting into the taxi that I figured out what was going on.

When Huang Ye went to inquire about the road, as soon as he heard about Lao Wang's village, all the drivers were surprisingly consistent and did not go.

It wasn't until the price was tripled that someone took it.

But it only took us to the vicinity of the village, and there were at least four or five miles for us to walk through.

"Master, is that village really so evil?" I asked curiously.

"I really don't know, anyway, in the past few years, there have been a total of three drivers who have pulled people to that village, and when they came back, two died and one went crazy." When the driver said this, his voice lowered a little lower, "It's nothing in the past few years, it was called an evil sect a few decades ago." The whole village died, and after a few days of waiting, the dead people came out in good health. ”

"Is it true?"

"Who knows, it's all passed down like this anyway. But the last few are true. ”

When I was talking to the driver, Huang Ye was closing his eyes and recuperating.

The road from the town to the village is long, and at first it was an asphalt road, with lush jungle on both sides. The further you go, the worse the road condition becomes, especially after going over the mountain and into the ditch, the cement road is gone.

The mountain roads are uneven after being washed by the rain, and the rut marks are very dusty after drying.

As the car drove by, the dust kicked up like a small sandstorm.

I wandered like this for three or four hours, and I threw up two or three times in the middle.

Finally, this difficult trip came to an end after the driver stopped.

"I'll send you here, and the village in front of me is Shamen Village. When you come back, you have to call me in the car, and I'll pick you up here. After the driver finished speaking, he didn't look at us, stepped on the accelerator, and disappeared into the dust.

Looking in the direction pointed by the driver before, Yingying could see several low wooden buildings.

When I came back to my senses, Huang Ye had already walked in front and pulled me a distance away.

I followed up only to find out who he was talking to on the phone.

I thought I was raising the price with my grandfather again, but it was a female voice on the phone, and I didn't know what they were talking about.

"Xiao Cheng, after entering the village, don't run around next to me, this village is not simple."

After Huang Ye put down his phone, he patted me on the shoulder and said with a solemn expression.

"Okay." I quickly nodded.

After walking for more than half an hour from the sheep intestine path, I finally came to the entrance of the village.

The three big characters of "Shamen Village" written in cinnabar on the boundary monument have long since faded into shape, and there should have been some small characters underneath, but now they can't see anything clearly.

As soon as I crossed the boundary monument, I felt the temperature drop suddenly, and a biting cold air rushed towards me.

Huang Ye immediately dragged me behind him, and I felt a little better.

"Put away the umbrella, you don't need it. This place is heavier than the yin energy on your body. Huang Ye pointed to the big black umbrella I was holding, and continued, "Take out the urn and hold it, the fallen leaves return to the roots, even if only the ashes are left, you have to let people see them." ”

I immediately put away my umbrella and took out the urn in my backpack and held it in my arms.

Then, following Huang Ye with solemn steps, he walked towards the village step by step.

The village was so quiet that you couldn't even hear the birds.

The old wooden buildings on both sides smelled of decay, and if it weren't for the clothes hanging outside, I would have thought the village was abandoned.

"Uncle, where is the village chief's house going?" Finally, under a big soaphorn tree, I saw an old man basking in the sun.

The old man was obviously even more surprised by our arrival.

Turning around, he looked at us for a long time with cloudy eyes: "From here all the way forward, the big osmanthus tree in front of the door is the village chief's house." ”

What impressed me the most about the old man was the ravine-lined face, and I didn't know how old I was to be as old as the hard bark of an elm tree.

"Don't talk to people in the village, you're being targeted."

Huang Ye dragged me over, pushed me forward, and whispered as he walked.

I was a little frightened, and subconsciously wanted to turn around to visit the old man, but was blocked by Huang Ye to the end.

"What are you staring at me for?"

"Who knows, don't stay too far away from me anyway, otherwise I won't have time to save you if something happens."

After walking silently for a few minutes, I finally saw the big osmanthus tree that the old man said. The branches are so thick that the trunk alone has to be as thick as a bucket.

Lao Wang is a five-guarantee household, and for those of them who did not go to a nursing home, the village will take care of the future.

The village chief's house, like every other house, was closed.

Huang Ye stepped forward and knocked several times, only to see an old man in a shabby Mao suit slowly open the door.

This man is about 60 years old, and he is the head of this Shamen village.

Knowing what we were here for, he glanced at the urn I was holding, let us into the room, and then closed the door.