"Qiusheng, how does grandpa usually teach you," the boy didn't answer, and the old man glared at him and scolded loudly.

When the boy heard this, he withdrew his hand that had just been stretched out, lowered his head, and looked a little aggrieved.

"Uncle, it's okay, this kid is destined for me, let him drink a bowl of chicken soup!" Wang Changsheng said with a chuckle.

When the old man heard this, his face softened, and he said, "Since it is the order of the immortals, then you can drink it in Qiusheng!"

When the boy heard this, he hurriedly raised his head, a smile appeared on his immature face, and he carefully took the big bowl from Wang Changsheng's hand and drank it.

"Be careful, drink slowly," said the old man, stroking the boy's head, with a loving face.

"The chicken soup is so delicious, and grandpa drinks it too," the boy took a few sips, then held the bowl in front of the old man and motioned for the old man to drink it.

"You just drink it, grandpa doesn't like to drink chicken soup," the old man shook his head, looked at Wang Changsheng, and said sincerely: "Immortal, on behalf of our Chenjia Village, please, you can help us!"

"Yes, immortals, help us!" the other villagers knelt down and said in unison.

"Uncle, I can't help it, I can't help it, you guys get up quickly," Wang Changsheng saw this, hurriedly put down the big bowl in his hand, and stepped forward to help the old man up.

"If the immortal refuses to agree to the old man, the old man will never get up, Qiusheng, come and kneel down for the immortal," the old man said to the boy with a resolute look on his face.

"Brother Immortal, you can help us! It's a big deal that I won't drink chicken soup, I'll give you a drink," the boy also knelt down and handed the big bowl to Wang Changsheng.

Facing the expectant gaze of the villagers, Wang Changsheng didn't know how to speak, and after a period of uncertainty on his face, he sighed and said slowly: "Okay! Uncle, I promise you, you all get up!"

"Thank you immortals, thank you immortals," the old man heard this, his face showed ecstasy, and under Wang Changsheng's support, he slowly stood up.

"Thank you, Brother Immortal," the boy shouted sweetly.

"Great, we have salvation. ”

"Thank you, Immortals. ”

After the old man stood up, the other villagers also stood up, and their faces invariably showed a touch of joy, and they thanked Wang Changsheng.

"Okay, since you promised to help you destroy the ghost, you tell me the details of this female ghost, so that I can prepare," Wang Changsheng asked thoughtfully, holding his chin with one hand.

"This... This female ghost is a witch and can manipulate objects. ”

"Well, she can also walk through wood and stone walls. ”

"She seems to be afraid of fire. ”

When the villagers heard this, you and I said what they knew.

"What's more? Is there anything more powerful? ”

"By the way, that female ghost will be on someone else's body, and Ergou was killed by this female ghost on the pillar," the old man suddenly remembered something and said.

"Yes, I saw it too, it's terrifying," one villager chimed in.

When Wang Changsheng heard this, he glanced at the sky that had already darkened, and then asked, "Do you remember when this female ghost came out to harm people?"

"I can't remember, it's going to be when it's dark, and we don't know exactly when it's coming. ”

"Let's talk about the seven victimized villagers, do they have anything in common, such as having a grudge with this female ghost before her death? ”

"What do they have in common?Well, they are all young offspring, and I haven't heard that they have a grudge against Xiaofeng, by the way, I heard my mother-in-law say that the first to be killed Huzi seems to have peeked at Xiaofeng taking a bath, I don't know if it's true or not," Chen Dalong, who had led Wang Changsheng's horse, showed a look of memory and said.

"How many people in the village still haven't married a wife?" Wang Changsheng asked a seemingly unrelated question.

"Dozens! all of them are strong and strong offspring, could it be that this female ghost picks on offspring without a mother-in-law?" the old man seemed to see something, and asked.

"Very likely," Wang Changsheng nodded.

"What can I do? I haven't married yet! Immortal, why don't you come and stay with me for one night and protect me?"

"I haven't married either, I don't want to die yet!"

"Immortal, come and protect me! I have two chickens at home, and I would like to bring you chicken soup to drink." ”

After listening to Wang Changsheng's words, many villagers showed fear on their faces, and they all talked about it, hoping that Wang Changsheng would protect them, and some people even used chicken soup as a condition, which made Wang Changsheng cry and laugh, he was just drenched in the rain and wanted to drink a bowl of hot soup to warm up, but he didn't really like to drink.

However, it can be seen from this that this female ghost really scared these villagers a lot, which strengthened Wang Changsheng's determination to get rid of this female ghost.

"Okay, okay, in this way, everyone will move to the ancestral hall tonight, the men will sleep outside, and the women and children will sleep inside, if that female ghost really dares to come, she will definitely have no return," Wang Changsheng glanced at the dark sky and said noncommittally.

"Master, women can't enter the ancestral hall!" a villager asked.

"Yes, there is an ancestral god card in the ancestral hall, how can a woman enter!" someone chimed in.

The old man set his eyes on Wang Changsheng, hoping that he could give him an idea.

When Wang Changsheng heard this, he was a little surprised, the Wang family also has an ancestral hall, but it is not forbidden for women to enter and exit, why don't mortals let women enter and leave the ancestral hall! However, he was not interested in thinking about it, and said: "If you are not worried about the female ghost killing your mother-in-law and children, I have no opinion. ”

When the old man heard this, his face was a little embarrassed, and letting a woman enter the ancestral hall violated the rules left by the ancestors.

"Hurry up and make a decision, if the female ghost comes out of something, it will be too late," Wang Changsheng glanced at the dark sky and urged.

"There is a reason for this, presumably the ancestors will not blame us, everyone goes back to carry the bedding, bring the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, and the movements are all neat," the old man sighed, knocked the ground heavily with his cane, and commanded noncommittally.

When the villagers heard this, they didn't say anything more, and left the ancestral hall one by one quickly and walked towards their homes.

"Qiusheng, you stay here and follow the immortals, and I'll go back and bring your grandmother over," the old man commanded the boy, and turned to leave.

The boy answered honestly, picked up the big bowl, and took a sip of chicken soup, looking satisfied.

"Qiusheng, why did you come up with such a name," Wang Changsheng chuckled lightly and said casually.

"Because I was born in the autumn, but my mother was gone, and my father was killed by a tiger when he went up the mountain hunting, and rhubarb also died," said the boy's expression a little gloomy at the end.

"Rhubarb, who is Rhubarb?"

"Rhubarb is the old hen of the family, but it's a pity that I stewed soup for my fairy brother today," said the boy, taking a sip of chicken soup, looking very satisfied, as if the chicken soup was stewed with rhubarb.

Wang Changsheng chatted with the boy, and the villagers who left also came back, dragging their families with them, and what made Wang Changsheng speechless was that the villagers not only brought the bedding, but also brought pots and pans and poultry over.

For a while, the cries of children and the barking of chickens, ducks, geese and dogs filled the entire ancestral hall, which made Wang Changsheng helpless.

What Wang Changsheng didn't notice was that a young man with a somewhat pale face walked in with the other villagers, holding only a mat in his hand, his eyes were a little hollow, but the sky had already darkened, and no one saw it.

"Hey, Da Niu, why did you only take a mat, don't you bring a quilt?" asked a villager who was familiar with the young man.

The young man did not answer, but laid the mat on the ground and lay down.

"Hmph, blame me for being too talkative," the villager snorted, laid out the mat, and lay down.