Ling Jiang listened to Dabai's explanation, and finally understood the ins and outs of this matter clearly. But there is one place that I still can't understand, that is, why did Uncle Nine put the little drifter of unknown origin in his own home?

Directly like Lao Guo, isn't it okay to find a place to bury it after doing it?

After listening to Ling Jiang's doubts, Da Bai said: "The reason why I raised a little drifter is to prevent this situation now. ”

"You mean ...... Can you use a little drifter to suppress Lao Guo?" Ling Jiang said in surprise, this is too mysterious.

"The living and the dead breathe, the living people, the qi runs through the internal organs and hides in the dantian. After death, this breath will be dispersed from the seven orifices. But if it is a person who dies unjustly, this breath is stuck in the throat and cannot come out, and it is easy to get into big trouble. Lao Guo's body sank into the sea and couldn't come up, obviously because he had gas on his body, and there was a lot of it. Dabai said.

"The little drifter can float up, which means that the breath is gone, but when Mr. Ge went to the sea to fish it up, he still attracted evil, which shows that this little drifter is very unusual, at least the evil spirit is very heavy. Uncle Nine asked me to keep it, and once something happened to Lao Guo, he would use evil to fight evil. ”

After listening to Da Bai's words, Ling Jiang said, "Then go and invite the little drifter over now?"

Da Bai nodded, but said something strange, "There is a fixed number in life, and this is your fixed number." ”

"What do you mean?" Ling Jiang didn't understand.

I saw Da Bai take out a copper key from his pocket and stuff it into Ling Jiang's hand, "This is the key to Uncle Jiu's house." ”

When Ling Jiang heard this, he almost wanted to throw the key out, and his two eyes glared at Da Bai in horror.

"You don't have to look at me like that. Da Bai said, "The reason why Lao Guo is not moving now is not only because I drank him from what I said just now, but also because I am still here, so he does not dare to be presumptuous." Once I leave more than ten zhang away, Lao Guo will definitely wake up. So the little drifter can only ask you to please. ”

"Can't you have a few more people with me?" Ling Jiang didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

"You have summoned evil spirits, and now it is broad daylight, and the little drifter does not dare to mess around. Others go, and it only adds fuel to the fire. Dabai's tone became a little serious, and he didn't know if he was angry.

"Since I promised Uncle Nine to save you, I won't push you into the fire pit. Doing good deeds can accumulate good fortune, but doing bad deeds will damage good fortune, so why should a person live a whole life smoothly and profitably? It depends on the good fortune you have accumulated in this life and past life. If one day, when you fall into a mortal situation, it may be because of that small blessing that you can pick up a life. ”

Ling Jiang was silent for a long time, and then said softly, "I know......"

Da Bai patted him on the back of the shoulder, "Go ahead, you must come back before dark." ”

Ling Jiang looked at Da Bai quietly, and then glanced at the coffin on the side with his spare eyes, and suddenly had a thought in his mind. If he dies in the future, will he be like Lao Guo, making the chickens and dogs restless?

Maybe it will not be someone else who will be by his side at that time, but his maid Ya'er.

Ling Jiang gritted his teeth, his whole person was reckless, turned around and hurried away.

Dabai said that if Lao Guo didn't handle this matter well, the entire people in Pinghai Town would die. But he didn't have such great ambitions, and Pinghai Town was probably just a dream for him.

The reason why he is attached to this dream is that he doesn't want to see Ya'er's embarrassing scene at the moment he wakes up from the dream, which will make him feel guilty for the rest of his life.

He also thought about what he would do to Ya'er if he accidentally remembered the past.

Or is it the same as before, let her be hungry until midnight to steal cassava?

"If there is really a blessing...... Ling Jiang muttered in a low voice, "I only hope that Ya'er can marry a good family for the rest of her life." ”

"Ling Jiang!"

At this moment, Ling Jiang suddenly heard a familiar voice, he stopped and looked back, and found that it was Rhubarb who had just returned from the ground with a hoe.

"You're in such a hurry, where are you going?" asked Rhubarb, confused.

Ling Jiang looked at Rhubarb, hesitated in his heart for a while, and then walked forward quickly and said softly, "Rhubarb, do me a favor." ”

"Tell me, is there any trouble again?" asked Rhubarb.

"You go back and tell Ya'er, the family's money, so that she doesn't have to save it, she can spend whatever she wants, I may ...... I probably won't be going back to dinner tonight. Ling Jiang said hesitantly.

"That's it?" said Rhubarb with a smile, "don't worry, promise to tell Ya'er your words word for word." ”

"Well, thanks. Ling Jiang nodded.

"Thank you for what?" Rhubarb said disgustedly, "Let's go, you can go in peace." ”

Ling Jiang looked at the rhubarb that was gradually moving away, and the big stone hanging in his heart finally sank. For some reason, it made him have a bad premonition, but he didn't know how to say it.

He came back to his senses and trotted away.

Uncle Nine's yard was as quiet as ever, even in broad daylight, looking at it from a distance, it would make people feel like they didn't want to approach.

Ling Jiang glanced up at the sky, last night, he and Ya'er were here, and they encountered that really weird thunder. He squinted his eyes for a while, and suddenly found that the clear day seemed to be a little red, thinking that he was dazzled, so he didn't think so much.

When he stepped into the courtyard of Uncle Jiu's house, all the white silk that was originally tied fell to the ground, and the white flowers were sprinkled all over the ground. Some of the money is still missing, as if someone has torn it up.

When Ling Jiang came to the door, his mother-in-law took out the key and tried it several times before inserting the copper key into the lock hole.

Click!

Ling Jiang pushed open the door panel of Uncle Jiu's house, and what caught his eye was a bunch of strange ghost paintings, some of which were pasted on the wall, and some were smeared on the ground with cinnabar, all of which were of different shapes.

Of course, there are also some words written, what is too high for the position of Laojun, Taishan Stone dares to be the position, most of them are used to suppress evil spirits, and Ling Jiang didn't pay attention to these.

Only then did Ling Jiang realize that there were candles in the main room, but they were covered by a curtain, revealing only a faint glow.

Ling Jiang clenched his fists and hurried inside with big strides, he felt that he was walking faster and faster, almost trotting all the way in.

He stubbornly opened the curtain, and a small three-foot-long coffin was placed in the middle of the table, behind which candles and incense were lit.

Ling Jiang stepped forward to take a look, and a chill ran behind Leng Buding's back.

The coffin is empty!

Besides, there was no wind blowing in the house, but the candle flame kept shaking.

Ling Jiang still cares about where the little drifter went, and the first thought in his heart is to escape.

He turned back and opened the curtain, and at a glance he saw a pair of black eyes on a miserable white face, staring at him from the bottom up.

"Oh my god!"

Ling Jiang shouted, and with a plop, the whole person fell on all fours.

When did this little drifter appear and walk behind him? I didn't see it when I came in!

Ling Jiang finally knew something more terrifying than death, that is, he knew that you might die, but he couldn't die.

What's worse than this is that you want to die, and you are like a straw bale.

Fortunately, the little drifter didn't move, so he lay on the ground, wrapped in a thick white cloth, revealing only a grimace that could scare people to death.

"Lao Tzu is not alive anymore, let's die together!" Ling Jiang shouted and got up from the ground in embarrassment.

He picked up the little drifter on the ground with all his strength, and almost flew out of the door, as if it was too late, and the door would close by itself.

"Whirring ......"

Ling Jiang rushed out of Uncle Jiu's house, standing under the daylight panting heavily, his face was as white as the little drifter in his hand.

Ling Jiang almost didn't dare to look down, and hurriedly wrapped the white cloth on the face of the little drifter, which at first glance looked like a dwarf winter melon with white flowers, and it was also cold.

Ling Jiang felt a little relieved, and was about to leave Uncle Jiu's house, when he suddenly remembered that the door was not locked, and turned around to lock the door with the little drifter.

He gently pulled the door panel, and suddenly found that the ghost drawing charm on the curtain facing the door was a little familiar, as if it was ...... Where have I seen it!

"This is ......" he said, as if fascinated, his eyes fixed on the ghostly talisman.

Suddenly, a light lit up, and Ling Jiang's eyes went black and he fainted.