The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

A few minutes later, Song Nan came out with two talisman papers tied with red strings, pulled the middle-aged man surnamed Liu aside, and ordered, "One piece is boiled and washed with warm water, and one piece is taken with seven grains of millet and two drops of chicken blood. Sew it up with red cloth and wear it next to your body."

Old Liu repeatedly nodded, took it and planned to put it in his trouser pocket.

Song Nan pressed on his arm, "Put it in a clean place."

Lao Liu nodded again hurriedly, and Song Nan said again, "Go home in a while, don't enter anyone's house, look at the rim of the bowl after the hot pot is cooked, if the rim of the bowl turns black, don't drink it."

Lao Liu nodded again, took his things and left with a group of people.

After Song Nan and the others had finished walking, he slumped back to his chair and breathed a sigh of relief. He had seen these things and steps since he was a child, and even told the customers that they were all the same as Huang Dingguo said, but he didn't know if it had any effect.

Song Nan didn't intend to inherit Huang Dingguo's mantle, he thought about it all night, and planned to get something like a notice to stick on the courtyard door, so that no one would come for these things in the future.

Today happened to be Saturday, and Huang Diwen didn't have to go to school. He slept until ten o'clock and was picked up from the bed by Song Nan.

"Write a notice for me." Song Nan said to the sleepy Huang Diwen who was sitting on the bedside.

"Sue who?" Huang Diwen rubbed his eyes and yawned, asking with an expression of "who am I, where am I, and what am I going to do?"

"Sue your uncle." Song Nan knocked a chestnut on his head, "Hurry up."

Huang Diwen found his homework book, tore off two pages, glued them into one sheet with dehydration, took a pen and began to write the content of the notice Song Nan requested.

The notice was only half written when the big iron gate in front of the courtyard was pushed open, and Uncle Zhang hurried in from the next door.

Song Nan was flipping through the tobacco on the rope. After seeing Uncle Zhang, he was about to touch the cigarette. Uncle Zhang raised his hand, "Did Old Liu from Heishuiwan come here yesterday?"

Song Nan didn't have much impression of that old Liu, but he knew that Luo Xianliang was the party secretary of the former Black Water Bay, so he nodded, "What's wrong?"

"Something happened." Uncle Zhang said with a dark face.

Song Nan glanced at him, turned sideways and continued to dry the tobacco, and asked indifferently, "What's the matter, do you look sick with your face?"

"Heishuiwan Reservoir is dead." Uncle Zhang ignored the second half of his sentence and lowered his voice, "Heishuiwan Reservoir is dead."

Song Nan paused his hand turning over the tobacco, thinking he had misheard, "What do you think happened to the Heishuiwan Reservoir?"

"Do you still remember five years ago?" Uncle Zhang said with a trembling voice, "That year my family contracted the reservoir, and I fell into the reservoir while fishing. Fortunately, I survived. Then you Dad turned me into a Taoist talisman and told me to give up the contract..."

Song Nan was only 12 years old five years ago, but his memory was not bad. When Uncle Zhang came to see Huang Dingguo, he happened to be there.

At that time, Uncle Zhang said that he seemed to be pulled by something when he fell off the boat. Aunt Zhang who came with him also said that he was out of his mind and talking nonsense. Renxin said that two contractors have been changed for Heishuiwan Reservoir in the past five years, and nothing happened.

"It's an accident." Song Nan continued to turn over the tobacco in his hand.

Uncle Zhang sighed, "Do you believe it?" Then he said, "I don't believe it, I felt very clear when I fell off the boat, and my ankle was bruised..."

Song Nan didn't know whether he should believe it or not. It's quite common for such things to be accidents. If it wasn't a pure accident... Thinking of the old Liu who came to look for him yesterday, Song Nan felt a chill in his heart. It's just that his talisman didn't work.

Although he always felt that Huang Dingguo's talisman was useless, none of the people who came to Huang Dingguo to ask for talismans had any accidents, but yesterday's old Liu...

Could it be just a coincidence?

Could it be that what Uncle Zhang said, there is something else wrong?

Song Nan is a person who doesn't like to think about it. Usually, he just ignores problems like this, but this person just asked him for a talisman yesterday...

He didn't notice when Uncle Zhang left his house. When he realized that he had already taken the key in his hand, Huang Diwen was still lying on the stone table to write a notice very seriously. Song Nan hesitated, "You and I'll go together."

If there really are ghosts, Song Nan is a little scared by himself, although he has seen enough to set up two mahjong tables since he was a child.

……

Pei Guangguang turned a corner according to the navigation, and returned to the fork in the road 3 minutes ago.

"What broken navigation?" Pei Guang frowned and looked at the car navigation for a long time, "The route given above is also correct, why is it wrong?"

"You are an urban navigation, and the town and village roads should not be planned yet." Feng Yue opened the door and got out of the car while talking, "Let's find a guide."

"Guide to the fart, did you see a hairy person while driving all the way?" Pei Guang also got out of the car angrily, and slammed the door with a "bang" very dissatisfied.

After entering the town and walking in, the population became less and less, but it didn't look desolate, but the few families I saw seemed to be empty.

"Why don't you go back the same way?" Pei Guang suggested, "The sky is still clear this morning, why does it look like it's going to rain?"

Fengyue looked up at the sky, the sun was mostly covered by dark clouds, and there was lightning flashing across the sky. This season's thunderstorms always greeted in advance in this way.

"Do you still know the way back from the original way?" Feng Yue asked with a look at him.

Pei Guang clicked his tongue and didn't say anything, just watched, "What do you think should be done?"

"I just walked on the right side of the road," Fengyue pointed to the left side, "Change to another road, don't drive, let's walk, and ask people when we meet."

Pei Guang was a little unhappy, he was too lazy, if it wasn't for the fact that the driver at home took time off to take his son out to play last weekend, he wouldn't have been able to drive here by himself.

"There's no umbrella in the car." Pei Guang pawed around in the car, then closed the door and locked the car in a slump, "You may not find a place to shelter from the rain after a while."

"The rain won't fall for a while." Feng Yue said and walked towards the road on the left.

After going forward for about 200 meters, this road is much narrower than the one on the right. Pei Guang's Land Rover may not be able to drive it. It is a very wise suggestion to park the car there.

"I finally feel the hardships of starting a business." Pei Guang walked a few steps quickly and walked forward side by side with Fengyue, saying with emotion.

"Is it difficult to walk a few steps?" Feng Yue was a little disdainful, "When your grandfather only had Xifeng Villa in his hands, the pot was almost out of control, and he didn't even think about selling the house."

"Your dad told you, right?" Pei Guang looked disbelieving, "Your dad must have heard it from my grandpa. The old man likes to brag about how self-made he was when he had nothing to do."

"You are half as awesome as your grandfather, and it is impossible for your parents to worry about you." Feng Yue said.

Pei Guang nodded in agreement, "I admit this."

A car horn sounded behind him, Pei Guang turned his head first, and when he saw the battery car and the people on the battery car behind him, his eyes lit up, "Hey, handsome guy! Don't rush to go, ask for directions..."

Song Nan borrowed the little electric donkey from Master Cheng at the car repair shop. The battery of this car is a bit old, and after only carrying him for a short distance, the battery indicator wobbled from side to side like a tumbler.

"That car parked in front is yours?" Song Nan asked and glanced at the man who was trotting towards them, but he was startled when he saw the man behind him, then he narrowed his eyes slightly and said hello. "Coincidental."

Pei Guang turned his head to look at Fengyue behind him, seeing a flash of surprise on Fengyue's face, and then nodded at Song Nan.

"Know?" Pei Guang asked Fengyue in a low voice.

"Yeah." Feng Yue simply responded.

"That's easy." Pei Guang was very happy, and said to Song Nan, "Since we know each other, the handsome guy can help me with a little help?"

"Raise your hand?" Song Nan frowned in confusion, turned his head and asked Huang Diwen behind him what he meant with his eyes.

"I just want your help." Huang Diwen translated very loudly.

"Yes, yes, do me a favor." Pei Guang said immediately.

"No time." Song Nan started the car and planned to drive past the two of them, but was blocked by Feng Yue who suddenly took a step forward. He hurriedly squeezed the brakes to avoid hitting his leg.

"What do you mean?" Song Nan stared angrily at the long legs that were less than two centimeters away from the wheel.

"Help me." Feng Yue said.

"Excuse me, please do me a favor," Song Nan raised his chin at him, suppressing his anger, "move your noble leg away, I won't be responsible if it breaks or becomes disabled."

Seeing that the situation was not right, Pei Guang quickly smoothed things over, "Hey, hey, we're all friends, so let's talk about it..."

"Let's go," Song Nan patted the hand on his arm away, and said impatiently, "Who is your friend?"

Pei Guang was a little embarrassed, and he couldn't hold back his anger. Did this person take a gun∣drug?To everyone?

"I don't want you to do anything, just lead the way." Feng Yue withdrew his leg lying in front of the small battery, and said to Song Nan.

"Lost?" Song Nan didn't reply, Huang Diwen who was sitting behind him quickly took it.

Song Nan turned his head and glared at him, Huang Diwen immediately pursed his lips and shrank his neck.

"Almost," Feng Yue said, "Is that okay?"

"Okay." Song Nan spread his hands and stretched forward, "The road is not free."

Feng Yue turned his head to look at Pei Guang. Pei Guang was stunned for a few seconds before he realized it. He cursed in his heart, but his actions quickly caught up with the rhythm. He quickly took out his wallet and handed two Grandpa Mao over.

"Is that car parked at the intersection yours?" Song Nan held up Grandpa Mao and squinted his eyes in the sun to take a look, then touched the collar with his thumb, and asked as he touched.

"Yes." Pei Guang said, "Follow the navigation and go back to the original point, like a ghost hitting a wall."

"Maybe it's just a ghost hitting the wall." Song Nan said casually putting the money into his trouser pocket.

"Huh?" Pei Guang was taken aback.

"Where are you going?" Song Nan said, "I'm in a hurry, so it's best not to go too far, or go into the mountains."

"If you don't go into the mountains, you don't go into the mountains." Pei Guang said hurriedly, "Do you know the Black Water Bay Reservoir?"

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