The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

"Go straight back?" Pei Guang parked the car on the side of the road, holding his phone for navigation.

"Otherwise?" Feng Yue looked at the clothes on his body, "Could it be possible that you want to wear this clothes and go back to find someone to talk about the project?"

"Damn." Pei Guang looked down at himself, and smiled speechlessly, "Young man is quite handsome, but his aesthetic taste is really not flattering."

Feng Yue nodded noncommittally.

"What are you two talking about inside?" Pei Guang started the car after taking a seat, and glanced sideways at Fengyue, "I fell asleep outside because of the chat."

"He has far-sightedness than you." Feng Yue said.

"What?"

"If we contract the reservoir, we will definitely lose money."

"Pfft—" Pei Guang couldn't help laughing, "So, you guys talked for a long time about contracting the reservoir?"

Feng Yue didn't answer, Pei Guang clicked his tongue twice, "Didn't I ask who are the shareholders of the reservoir by the way?"

Feng Yue glanced at him like an idiot, "He knows we are fake."

It took Pei Guang a long time to realize, and after leaning on him, he was delighted, "Then he still said it with confidence, I thought he believed your nonsense."

Feng Yue glanced at him sideways, but put away the smile on his face, and put on a slightly serious expression, "That place is not flat."

Pei Guang was startled, and said as if remembering something, "Tell me what you saw this morning."

Feng Yue didn't say a word, it was a default.

Pei Guang said indifferently, "Isn't it just that someone died? Do you think it's unlucky?" Pei Guang said and shook his head, "Building a building will kill people, isn't it normal that someone buys a house? It's not a big deal."

In a place like a reservoir, it is not a big surprise for someone to accidentally drown, but this is not peaceful, but it is not just as simple as a dead person. Feng Yue did not continue to talk about what was in his heart, but sighed slightly, "Go back first Make a detailed plan, just wait and see for a few days."

Pei Guang didn't understand what he wanted to wait and see, but this place is very hidden, most of the villagers in Heishuiwan, even if there are people who have the same idea as him, they don't have the funds to do it, so he didn't say anything, it was agreed Feng Yue's proposal.

Song Nan went to Uncle Zhang's house to return the bowl. Uncle Zhang and his wife had already eaten and were sitting at the dining table chatting casually. When Song Nan entered the door, he listened to him. He was talking about Liu Bingcai's family.

"It's a pity, he died at such a young age. I think his wife cried to death."

"Fortunately, there is still a daughter, although she is a little younger..."

Uncle Zhang interrupted Aunt Zhang, "What's the use of a daughter?"

Aunt Zhang sighed and did not speak, she got up and began to clean up the dishes on the table. Song Nan stood at the door and coughed softly, calling Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang.

Aunt Zhang smiled when she saw him, then looked at the bowl in his hand, and asked, "Did you drink all the soup?"

"Yeah." Song Nan nodded, "Very fresh, Aunt Zhang is really good at cooking."

"The old hen raised at home, two days ago your Uncle Zhang said that the oil and water are not good recently, so he slaughtered one." Aunt Zhang took the bowl, "Hey, why did you wash the bowl, didn't you just take it back after you said it. "

"I just washed it." Song Nan left without returning the bowl, but dragged a chair and sat down, touched a cigarette and handed it to Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang took it and clicked it, "The two of your family have left?"

"Just left." Song Nan said.

"A self-driving tour?" Uncle Zhang asked.

Song Nan nodded as if there was nothing, and asked, "Over the reservoir, after Liu Bingcai took over, is it your turn again?"

Uncle Zhang shook his hand holding the cigarette, and the ash was shaken onto his trouser leg. He stretched out his hand to pat it, but the ash didn't come off but stained the green cloth trousers.

"After something like this happened, Liu Bingcai's family might not be able to survive the five-year deadline." After a long time, Uncle Zhang took a puff of cigarette and said.

The contractor of the Heishuiwan Reservoir is changed every five years. This rule was set by the older generation, and Uncle Zhang is also one of the contractors.

"I'm really scared." Uncle Zhang glanced at the kitchen and said in a low voice, "It's really my turn, I plan to outsource it altogether, anyway, this reservoir is not as good as it used to be, and the fish can't be caught The business will not work, and the money earned can only be used to live.”

What Uncle Zhang said was reasonable. Several contractors said that the reservoir was not profitable, but it was part of the source of life anyway. While claiming that it was not profitable, they still contracted fish farming honestly.

He was surprised by the first half of Uncle Zhang's sentence, afraid?

What are you afraid of?

"Your Aunt Zhang, you are so stupid." Uncle Zhang shook his head as he spoke, "God knows how to get up when I fell into the reservoir. Look at Liu Bingcai's house. I was going to be as unable to get up as his son. I'm afraid your Aunt Zhang will feel at ease!"

"Don't say that," Song Nan persuaded, "Aunt Zhang is also reluctant to part with the money from the reservoir."

"All she can see is money," Uncle Zhang spat. "Your father believed me, but your aunt refused to believe it. She even said that my brain was full of blisters and I was hallucinating."

Song Nan knew what he meant. After he was rescued from the reservoir that year, he went to his house and asked Huang Dingguo to tell him a fortune teller. He also insisted that Huang Dingguo carry the Dao Transformation Talisman with him to keep him safe. Song Nan was also there at the time. , I heard Uncle Zhang say that he fell from the boat because something pulled his foot.

Song Nan has been able to see ghosts since he was a child, but he has been afraid of ghosts since he was a child. Even if he really saw ghosts on the sidewalk, he often pretended not to see them.

Huang Dingguo came up with a conclusion based on Uncle Zhang's narration, and even turned him into a Taoist talisman. Uncle Zhang thought he believed it. Only Song Nan knew, but Huang Dingguo didn't really believe it in his heart.

Huang Dingguo's career is based entirely on reading books and inferences from clients. Sometimes he will ask Song Nan what he has seen, or weave a decent story based on what he has seen. Song Nan is often not ashamed of this, but every time Huang Dingguo transforms it But the talisman seems to really work.

That's why he was ashamed of Huang Dingguo's behavior while admiring him.

Song Nan believed what Uncle Zhang said, so he had never been to Heishuiwan in all these years. The only time was this morning, but the reservoir was unusually calm, and he didn't find anything that shouldn't be there.

He had some doubts about Uncle Zhang's words.

Uncle Zhang's behavior is more like a stress response after encountering danger, but Song Nan, who is poor in knowledge, doesn't know how to express it. He thinks that Uncle Zhang is probably bitten by a snake once and afraid of grass ropes for ten years. Conditioned reflex.

Song Nan has been at home recently, and he plans to wait for Huang Diwen to officially start his summer vacation before looking for a job again. After all, Huang Dingguo has just left. Although Huang Diwen is sometimes heartless, he is still a half-grown child in adolescence after all. Song Nan planned to stay with him at home for a while.

After the torrential rain that day, the sky seems to have changed, seeing the red flowers and the big sun in the sky.

In addition to drying tobacco at home these days, Song Nan is packing Huang Dingguo's things.

In the past, when Huang Dingguo was still alive, every time a client came, he would turn into a talisman after the calculation. He and Huang Diwen were never allowed to follow when the talisman was transformed. Song Nan was not very curious. Huang Diwen once I quietly followed her, but was beaten up afterward.

Song Nan couldn't help sighing while tidying up the things in the attic, "It was clearly ordered that no one in the family except him could go up to the attic, but now I just want to go up."

There are actually not many things in the attic. The black wooden cabinet is covered with a thick layer of red cloth. On it is a stone statue of Guanyin with a height of [-] to [-] centimeters. A red cloth is also placed on top of Guanyin's head to cover his face. More than half.

Apart from these, only the paper and cloth that Huang Dingguo usually used to make talismans were produced. Song Nan looked around, these things were useless to him, but the Guanyin statue was Huang Dingguo's treasure. Everything was packed and ready to be set on fire.

Huang Dingguo's tomb is in the western suburbs of the city, and fireworks are strictly prohibited in the cemetery. Most of Huang Dingguo's relics were burned on the day he went to the crematorium. The remaining Song men planned to burn them in a small group in the yard. never mind.

It took a lot of work to tidy up inside and out. Song Nan took a small piece of red cloth and lit it. After taking two steps back, he lit a cigarette and watched the gradually spreading flames. , So at first glance, there are quite a few things.

Uncle Zhang saw thick smoke rising from the courtyard of Huang's house. He just went to the post office. When he came back, he passed by the door of Huang's house and was startled. He hurriedly pushed the courtyard door and trotted in.

"Hey! What are you doing, kid?" Uncle Zhang shouted while running.

"Huh?" Song Nan was deep in thought about Huang Dingguo's matter, and he was startled when he heard such a voice, and the cigarette in his hand almost missed him.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, with a flick of his fingertips, he flicked the almost burnt cigarette butt into the flames, and when he turned his head, he saw Uncle Zhang running over.

"Uncle Zhang?"

"Are you..." Uncle Zhang gasped and asked, pointing to the burning flames in front of him.

"Some relics in my dad's attic." Song Nan took two steps back, pulled a chair down and motioned for Uncle Zhang to sit down, "These are all his precious things when he was alive, and they are very private, so they didn't get cremated together." Go to the field, and tidy up today while I have nothing to do."

After Uncle Zhang ran in and saw all these piles, he already understood it. Now he listened to Song Nanyi's explanation, and he was completely relieved, "Fires are easy to catch in summer, and you are at home with a child..." After finishing speaking, he Shaking his head, he took off the cigarette on the ear clip and lit it, and he couldn't help laughing, "Scare me."

"You don't think I'm playing with fire at home, do you?" Song Nan was stunned for a few seconds before he realized it, a little depressed.

Uncle Zhang waved his hands and smiled. Seeing him like this, Song Nan couldn't help but said solemnly, "I'll be an adult in two months, and I'm not a child anymore."

Uncle Zhang nodded approvingly, and Song Nan changed the subject, "I think you came back from the street and went to play cards again?"

"I dare not, your Aunt Zhang is a clairvoyant, and my son was arrested by her just as soon as he sat down at the poker table, so it's very embarrassing." Uncle Zhang said.

[The author has something to say]: I went to see White Snake today, the plot is old, and the effect is not bad.