Shanhai Folklore Research Institute

Lin Zhaosheng only felt a chill from the bottom of his feet to the top of his head.

"Ah!!!!" The terrified scream echoed in the mountain in the next second.

Lin Mian turned around suddenly, Lin Zhaosheng threw the tombstone away, and fled behind the two, stammering, "He, he, my cousin is sick!"

Lin Baisheng still stood where he was, except that the color of his pupils was different from that of ordinary people, and the exposed skin on his cheeks, neck and back of his hands slowly grew black hair at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This process was creepy and extremely disgusting. Lin Mian picked up the pole on the ground, and before Lin Baisheng was completely alienated and out of control, he slapped him unconscious with the pole, and then Wu Ting came over to tie him up. The two moved swiftly and cooperated tacitly. For a moment, even the fear faded a bit.

"Why did Baisheng get sick? He was obviously fine just now!" Lin Zhaosheng collapsed when he came back to his senses.

"Was he at your house last night?" Wu Ting, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly asked.

"No, I called Baisheng after you left yesterday and asked him to come and help early in the morning. He spent the night at his home." Lin Zhaosheng squatted on the ground with his hair pulled, the scene just now had a great impact on him.

"Let's go to Lin Baisheng's house and have a look." Lin Mian said.

"Aren't you going to the cemetery?" Lin Zhaosheng blurted out.

Lin Mian raised her chin to the ground, and the stele engraver followed his movements to look over, and saw that a tombstone had been broken into two...

!

Lin Zhaosheng was stunned, and then he slapped his thigh and remembered that he was scared by Lin Baisheng just now and ran away, and he seemed to bring down the tombstone in his panic...

"Xiao Mian, I'm sorry..." Lin Zhaosheng scratched the back of his head.

"You didn't do it on purpose." Lin Mian patted the other person's shoulder understandingly. Lin Zhaosheng was a little moved, but he continued, "Help me make another one tonight."

Stele Carving Master: ...I know that you people in the city are not so easy to talk to.

Lin Baisheng's family is a farmer, and he doesn't live close to his cousin. More than ten years ago, his wife died of dystocia.

Unlike Lin Daxing, Lin Baisheng is honest and willing to work. Although he is also a bachelor, his family is much richer than the former.

"My cousin's house was built by himself. It's not big. I sometimes come to sit in the store when there is no business. I haven't seen anything wrong before." Lin Baisheng fell ill, and Lin Zhaosheng worried that there were really unclean things in his house , standing at the door unwilling to come in.

Lin Mian ignored him, and asked Wu Ting in a low voice, "Does the dean feel the evil spirit?"

Wu Ting stood in the courtyard and looked around, shaking his head.

Lin Mian is slightly disappointed, is he going to return without success?

After running back and forth for more than half of the village, the sun was getting higher and hotter, and Lin Mian was thirsty. Lin Baisheng didn't have a water dispenser at home, and he didn't have a cooler. Build a well.

Lin Mian didn't have the habit of drinking unboiled water, but it was good to wash his face with well water to cool off the heat, so he picked up the bucket on the ground and brought up half a bucket of well water.

"Wait." Lin Mian was about to put his hand into the water, but Wu Ting stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Assistant Lin was puzzled.

Wu Ting took the bucket, his sharp eyebrows furrowed tightly: "There is something wrong with this water."

Lin Mian's expression changed slightly when he heard the words, and the two walked to the edge of the well and looked down. It was dark inside. After most of the summer, the water level had dropped a lot, and a shaking reflection could be vaguely seen.

In Lin Mian's eyes, the water in the well is no different from ordinary clear water, but in Wu Ting's eyes, black mist as thin as a hair curls up from the surface of the water.

There was a demonic aura in the well, but the demonic aura was so faint that even he could barely detect it unless he felt it carefully.

"Are there other places?" Lin Mian backed away from the well.

Wu Ting shook his head.

Water wells are very common in Zhelin Village, and Lin Daxing’s wells are also often used. Everyone’s drinking water volume is different every day, and their physique is also different, resulting in different onset times. If the source of rat plague is really well water...

Lin Mian's scalp tingled for a while, and he looked at Lin Zhaosheng who was poking his head outside the gate: "Do you usually drink water from the well?"

Lin Zhaosheng didn't hear the conversation between the two, and didn't understand his intentions, but he said honestly, "No, I won't bother digging a well after I have tap water..."

Hearing what he said, Lin Mian breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, you are really lazy this time, and asked, "Do you know where the source of the underground river in Zhelin Village is?"

Lin Zhaosheng was taken aback, then thought of something, and nodded quickly: "I know, the wells, streams, and rivers in our village all flow from the mountains. There is a large pool on the North Mountain, and the water in it is clear. It’s sweet and extremely clean. Originally, when tap water was installed in the village, it was planned to directly make a reservoir, but because the terrain was too high and the cost was too high, it was forced to give up.”

North Hill……

Lin Mian and Wu Ting looked at each other, left Lin Zhaosheng behind, left Lin Baisheng's house and headed north.

There are many mountains and trees in Zhelin. The mountains here are different from those small hills on the outskirts of the city. They are really towering deep mountains with towering trees and dense vegetation. No one dared to go there.

There are few people here, all kinds of giant trees and vines cover the sky, Wu Ting holds Lin Mian with one hand, and fire with the other hand to open the way, half a day passed quickly, and the sun set to the west.

"Want to rest for a while?" Wu Ting stroked back his sweaty forehead for him.

Lin Mian shook his head, he was either tired or thirsty, his mouth was peeling, Wu Ting lowered his head, and gently licked his lips, the little assistant's ears started to feel feverish again.

"Are you still thirsty?" Director Wu asked in a low voice.

Lin Mian's face turned red in an instant, and it's okay to be a hooligan and say it out, does Assistant Lin not want to lose face?

Because of the presence of the ancient monster Wu Ting, the surrounding poisonous snakes and beasts did not dare to approach. Apart from the difficult mountain road, there was no other danger, so the two decided to rush to the water pool overnight.

The night wind blew past, and the leaves rustled. Lin Mian seemed to hear other sounds amidst the noise.

"Illusion?" Lin Mian stopped walking.

Wu Ting was about to speak.

boom--

Another loud noise came from far and near. This time, both of them heard clearly, and immediately rushed to the source of the sound. After seeing the scene in front of them clearly, Lin Mian was shocked.

Fragments of moonlight fell from the gaps in the trees, and a giant black python more than ten meters long stared at the grave guard not far away. The latter was holding the homemade shotgun in his hand. Injury, but angered the other party.

"Gravekeeper!" Lin Mian yelled, trying to attract the attention of the giant python, but the latter didn't even look at him. Instead, the snake head rushed towards the middle-aged man opposite him with lightning speed.

The mouth of the giant python opened to an unbelievable extent, and its sharp fangs gleamed coldly in the dark night. This mouth could swallow the tomb guard whole.

call out--

The fiery red arrow passed by Lin Mian's side, and the aroused air blew the hair around his ears, and the next second the entire giant python was reduced to ashes.

The tomb guard's face was paler and colder than during the day, Lin Mian trotted over with worried eyes: "Are you alright?"

Although the gravekeeper is eccentric, Lin Mian has a good impression of him because of the old teacher.

"It's okay." The grave guard stood up leaning on his gun, and Lin Mian noticed that his hands and face had scratched a lot, obviously he had been in the mountains for a long time.

"Why are you here?" Lin Mian couldn't help asking.

Lin Mian originally thought that he would not answer, but the tomb guard glanced at the two of them and said as he walked, "Like you, we came to find the source of the rat plague."

"Do you know what's going on with rat plague?" Lin Mian was surprised.

But the gravekeeper once again entered a state of autism, not saying a word, just covering his head and walking on his way.

Climbing the mountain at night is actually very easy to get lost. Wu Ting is fine as a big monster, and ordinary people basically have black eyes, but it seems that it is not the first time for the grave guard to go up the mountain. He easily leads them through the mountain forest.

When the moon was in the middle of the sky, Lin Mian finally saw the big pool that Lin Zhaosheng was talking about. It was very close to the top of the mountain, the trees were relatively sparse, and there were more strange rocks and low weeds beside the pool. The calm water was occasionally blown by the wind. A blow sparkles.

"Here..." Lin Mian frowned slightly, "It looks normal."

"Wait." The tomb guard stopped five or six meters away from the pool, found a big rock to hide, and stared at the pool with white and black eyes without blinking.

Lin Mian glanced at him, didn't ask any further questions, and pulled Wu Ting to hide behind the big rock.

As time passed, the tomb guard seemed to be getting more and more nervous, and his hand holding the shotgun trembled slightly. After about a quarter of an hour, he raised his head suddenly and whispered, "Here we come!"

Lin Mian followed his line of sight, and saw a black spot approaching from far to near in the sky, and finally landed on the pool.

"Jie hook!" Lin Mian's face changed slightly.

This is a strange beast that looks very similar to a wild duck, but it has a mouse tail. According to the "Shan Hai Jing Dong Shan Jing", it is good at climbing trees and will bring plagues to the local area.

The jigger in front of me probably came to drink water from the pool, but if it is just drinking water, that’s fine, but what’s the point of putting its long and thin mouse tail in the water to wash it?

Lin Mian thought of the hairy appearance of the villagers suffering from rat plague, and suddenly felt a chill.

Wu Ting's complexion is not good, polluting the water source, he has no sense of public morality, the mirage beads fall to the ground, and the mirage spreads like an invisible net, covering the entire Beishan.

Jiegou seemed to sense something was wrong, Gray Wing slapped it and was about to escape, but how could the Lord Master let it succeed, but before the Flowing Rocket was fired, a yellow figure jumped out from behind the grass and rushed towards Jiegou.

Jiegou screamed, let alone, this thing looks like a wild duck, but its sound is more like a mouse, sharp and thin, which makes people's eardrums hurt.

The tomb guard also came out from behind the stone at this time, with an anxious expression on his face, raising and lowering the gun in his hand, looking a little bit cautious.

Only then did Lin Mian see clearly that it was a weasel that was jumping at the hook!

The weasel is also called Huang Daxian. It is not uncommon in small mountain villages like Zhelin, especially those who raise chickens and ducks. You can see one or two of these small yellow-haired beasts every now and then.

But the one in front of her made Lin Mian feel a little strange.

The hook is good at climbing wood, so its two claws are different from wild ducks. They are sharp and powerful, and they also have barbs. At this time, these two claws are holding on to the weasel's neck, and the latter is also firmly biting the opponent's neck. The abdomen does not let go.

"What should I do?" The gloomy cemetery keeper rarely became anxious. He wanted to rush over, but it seemed that he couldn't help.

Wu Ting was also a little hesitant. The rocket was so powerful that with one arrow, the two beasts would not be able to survive, and the hook would be fine. If he shot the weasel to death, the dean was worried that the little assistant would know the truth in the future. Will find myself desperately.

Seeing that the battle was getting more and more intense, and Xiao Huang had a faint tendency to lose the wind, Lin Mian threw the thing in his hand towards the hook without hesitation.

Assistant Lin is quite confident in his accuracy, but did he just throw Ditai Chess?

Lin Mian froze, as if it wasn't...

Ditai Chess has been kept in the schoolbag and never taken out!

Assistant Lin slowly opened his eyes wide.

The white porcelain jar tumbled in the air, drawing a beautiful arc, and finally hit the jig hook firmly. The weasel let go in time, and the jig hook was hit by a strong force on the nearby rock.

at the same time.

Snapped--

The white porcelain jar was shattered into slag.

There was a deathly silence beside the pool, only the sound of the night wind blowing through the mountains and forests.

Lin Mian came back to his senses for a second, he seemed to have seen the scene of the old teacher blowing his beard and staring in the ground, scolding himself for being unfilial!

OMG!

Filled with guilt, Lin Mian planned to pack up the ashes and put them in the Lucky Cat sugar bowl first, and then buy a new jar to put them in a new jar after going down the mountain.

however.

Under the cold and watery moonlight, there were only a few pieces of broken porcelain of different sizes in the strange rock pile covered with weeds, and there were no ashes.

"Blown away by the wind?" Assistant Lin was confused.

Reluctantly, he turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, squatted down and searched carefully, there was nothing, and there was nothing, even the broken porcelain pieces were so clean that people could be seen.

Oh, no, he found a handful of yellow fur, and this yellow fur was exactly the same as that of the little yellow not far away, no matter in terms of color or texture.

When Lin Mian looked over, Xiao Huang also happened to look over. The eyes of one person and one mouse met, and the edge of the pool fell into an eerie silence again.

After a while, Assistant Lin took a deep breath, and said to Xiao Huang seriously: "...I call you Dad, do you dare to agree?"

Dean Wu: ...

Gravekeeper: ...

Xiao Huang: ...

The author has something to say:

Dean: Seriously playing hooligans~

About Jie hook——

"Shan Hai Jing Dong Shan Jing": There is a bird Yan, whose shape is like a mallard with a rat tail, good at climbing wood, and its name is the hook, if you see it, your country will be plagued by epidemics.

It roughly means: there is a bird that looks like a wild duck but has a mouse tail. It is good at climbing trees. Its name is Jigou. Plague will appear wherever it appears.

This monster is rare, but I think its mouse tail is very interesting. Yesterday, many babies already guessed that there is a problem with the well water. Everyone is really careful, refill~

感谢在2021-12-2916:22:28~2021-12-3012:46:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 9 bottles of Pipa Xing; 1 bottle of Judy~, Mumumumuyuxi;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

Chapter 77 Zhelin Village (6) This is the child he raised, and he raised him very dearly for 12 years.

After Lin Mian finished speaking, he wanted to slap himself. He must have been overly frightened to think that weasel was an old teacher.

Lin Mian laughed at himself, then picked up the pieces of porcelain one by one, and when he picked up half of them, he heard a familiar voice: "Stinky boy!"

Lin Mian has heard this voice for 12 years, calling him three meals a day, telling him to take a bath, calling him to go to school, every time the tone is exactly the same, with a little petting and a little bit of arrogance.

Lin Mian's eye circles turned red all of a sudden, and tears flowed down uncontrollably, dripping onto the snow-white pieces of porcelain.

After the death of the old teacher, he thought he was not sad, but when he heard these three words again, his heart seemed to be pounded heavily, shock, doubt, joy, sadness, and complaint... The complex emotions were overwhelming, unstoppable. Come up.

Lin Mian raised her head, but she didn't see the old teacher's hunched back and smiling face. The one squatting in front of him was a little weasel.

Because of the fierce fight with Jiegou just now, the hair on its body is knotted together, the neck is the most serious, it is completely sunken, and the shape of the claws can still be seen, it is embarrassed and funny.

"Smelly boy..." Weasel, or should call him Huang Lang, looked at the young man with black bean-like eyes.

This is the child he raised, and he raised it very dearly for 12 years.

"Stinky boy, don't cry..." Huang Lang tilted his head, moaning in the voice of a 80-[-]-year-old man, "Come and help me look at my neck, it seems to be sprained."

Lin Mian wiped away tears indiscriminately, carefully lifted him up from the ground, and checked carefully: "No sprain, thick fur, well protected."

"Really? But I feel very painful..." Huang Lang continued to hum and chirp, trying to pass the test with cuteness.

Seeing that he was fine, Lin Mian gradually calmed down from the initial shock and disbelief, and asked mercilessly, "Aren't you dead?"

Huang Lang's old man's coquettish style was halfway through, and he got stuck: "Then what, I remembered that I have something to do today, so I left first, see you next time..."

"Teacher Huang!" Lin Mian grabbed his big fluffy tail.

"Damn, brat!" Huang Lang's shriveled hair exploded in an instant, "Dare to turn over the old score, you just dropped my ashes jar?"

"Who did I throw the urn to save?" Lin Mian felt a little guilty when he mentioned the urn.

"Then you can't throw my ashes!" Huang Lang instantly took the moral high ground.

"It's as if there are really ashes inside..." Lin Mian curled her lips, "You lied to me back then!"

Huang Lang choked, thinking of something, immediately filled with righteous indignation: "You not only threw my ashes, you also threw my tombstone!"

"I didn't drop it, it was Master Lin!" Lin Mian subconsciously shook the blame, and then felt that something was wrong, "It's you who has been sneaking behind us these two days?!"

"Damn, what is sneaky, did you say that about your father?" Xiao Huang was so angry that he wanted to hit someone.

"Dad..." Lin Mian suddenly stopped arguing with him and called him seriously.

Huang Lang's blown hair also gradually calmed down.

"Why did you fake your death?" Lin Mian asked softly, looking into his eyes.

Huang Lang's mouth moved, and he sighed for a while: "Forget it, there's nothing we can't talk about now."

"As you can see, I am a weasel." Huang Lang scratched his belly with his fluffy paws, "I have lived for many years and will grow old, but slowly. In order not to arouse the suspicion of people around me, I can't stay in one place for too long.

If I hadn't picked you up, I would probably have stayed in Zhelin Village for a while before going to the next city, but I happened to meet you, a little guy, and I knew right then that I couldn't leave.

However, Zhelin is really not a good place. The villagers here are muddle-headed, selfish and ignorant, and their daily life is like a pool of stagnant water. There is no hope at all, so I want you to leave. As long as I, a bad old man, stay in Zhelin, you will definitely come back. I can't hold you back. "

Lin Mian opened his mouth, wanting to say that you didn't hold me back, Huang Lang waved his hand to stop him, and continued: "Besides, you were young, so you might not have thought about it that much, but as time goes by, you will definitely find out that I The abnormality in my body, then how can I explain to you that I am actually a monster? Child, I don't want to make you feel scared. "

"I don't feel scared." Lin Mian looked at his black eyes and said seriously, "I have always been very courageous."

Hearing this, Huang Lang couldn't help but look at Wu Ting, who was silent at the side, and said to himself, you are not only courageous, you are absolutely courageous, not only became the assistant of the big demon, but also fell in love with him, he was almost scared when he just found out yesterday die.

"The gravekeeper knows you are a monster?" When Wu Ting shot the giant python with a rocket, the gravekeeper didn't show too much surprise. Now that the father and son are talking, he just listens quietly, and doesn't feel any surprise at all. There's nothing wrong with a weasel spitting out human words.

Huang Lang nodded, and the grave guard's hoarse voice sounded: "I was very naughty when I first entered junior high school. When it was dark, I went to the deep mountains and old forests to shoot pheasants with a slingshot, but I missed the pheasants and attracted a group of people." An eagle, which was several times bigger than ordinary eagles, chased me for a long time in the dense forest. Wandering not far away.

My parents have many children, so I am not in a hurry to lose one. After three or four days, Teacher Huang came to see me after seeing that I had not been going to school.

I was dying of hunger at that time, and the eagle was still there. Teacher Huang thought I had lost consciousness, so he beat the eagle away with black magic and rescued me, but in fact I saw it all. "

The gravekeeper seemed to have not said so many words for a long time, and his tone was a bit difficult.

"Then you still help him keep the cemetery." Lin Mian complained softly, 10 yuan, that's not how money is made!

"That cemetery was supposed to be used by me a hundred years later, who told you to buy it for me now?!" Huang Lang punched Lin Mian's chest with his small fist, with a proud tone as if the 10 yuan belonged to him. Earned, Lin Mian's nose felt sore when he heard it.

Wu Ting patted his back lightly, as if to appease the little assistant.

Lin Mian was very happy to learn that the old teacher was not dead, but he still had one question that he didn't understand: "You seem to have known about the rat plague for a long time?"

Huang Lang nodded and shook his head again: "It wasn't very early, after I came back from the old house last night, I was bored and climbed to the top of the North Mountain to think about life, and I happened to see Jigou squatting in the pool washing his tail, so I told him about it. For the gravekeeper, the intention was to remind him not to drink the water in the well, and then he planned to squat down secretly tonight to kill that bad thing, who knows that not only him, but you all came here, even earlier than me!"

The old teacher glared at the two worried guys with black beans, but Lin Mian's focus was: "Master, did you go to the old house last night?"

"Yes." Huang Lang bounced in his palm.

The little assistant's face turned green immediately. Last night he and the dean were in the room like this and that, secretly doing bad things...

"But I left after eight o'clock." Thinking of this Huang Lang, he became angry. It was his home, but this big monster set up an enchantment around it, making it impossible for him to enter.

Lin Mian heaved a sigh of relief when she heard the words, and quietly cast a approving look at Wu Ting, as if to say that she did a good job, the dean was praised by the assistant, and she was very happy in her heart.

After figuring out the source of the rat plague and grabbing the hook, the mission tonight was successfully completed, but what made Lin Mian most happy was that the old teacher didn't die.

"Stinky boy, how have you been this year...?" Huang Lang squatted on Lin Mian's shoulder and hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help asking—this guy was worried that the villagers in Zhelin Village would recognize him, so he refused to recover. Humanoid.

Lin Mian glanced at him: "Now you know how to care about your son?"

Old man Huang felt guilty when he saw him, touched his nose with a smile, and was about to say a few heart-warming words to comfort his elder brother.

In the next second, he could hear his older son muttering angrily: "When I left, I didn't know how to leave more inheritance..."

Huang Lang: ...

He thinks he needs some oxygen!

"Grandpa, come back to Sichuan City with me." Lin Mian stopped joking, "I found a part-time job and saved a lot of money, which is enough to pay for the remaining three years of tuition, and maybe I can buy a small house, but The location shouldn't be too good, too good is expensive..."

The mountains and forests were quiet, only the night owl uttered a few whispers occasionally, and Lin Mian was rambling, just like every child who sees his old father again after being away from home for a long time, telling each other all the differences of this year.

The three of them parted ways with the gravekeeper in Banpo Cemetery. The latter was still pale and gloomy. His gaze stayed on Huang Lang for a moment, and then he entered his cabin without looking back.

In the courtyard of Lin Mian's house.

A few big mice tied like zongzi groaned and leaned against the base of the wall, their scarlet eyes showing bloodthirsty light.

Huang Lang scratched his belly in disgust, and jumped off Lin Mian's shoulders. Except for Lin Baisheng, none of the sick villagers had anything good. Teacher Huang's eyes hurt when he saw it.

"Is there a way to cure them?" Lin Mian remembered that there was still one stuffed in the closet when he went out in the morning, and suddenly felt dizzy.

"Fei's tears can cure all poisons, let Guan Huohuo bring some over tomorrow." Wu Ting said.

Lin Mian was relieved when she heard the words, but she didn't expect that Fei was still a panacea. How much bonus did the special management office give for catching that guy?

Twenty thousand?Thirty thousand?

I thought it was a lot at the time, but now that I think about it, it seems a little less...

I don't blame Assistant Lin for searching. The main reason is that the situation is different now. Originally, one person was full and the whole family was not hungry. Now not only do I have an extra boyfriend, but I also have an extra father to raise. The little assistant said that the pressure is huge...

So work harder!

Lin Mian cheered herself up in her heart.

Wu Boyfriend Ting looked at the sudden flames in Lin Mian's eyes and was puzzled.

The chime bell in the old house rang eleven times. Old Huang, a small one, shook his big fluffy tail with his hands behind his back, and went upstairs first with a light cough: "It's late at night, you guys should go to bed early too. "

Lin Mian was still immersed in the sweet burden of earning money to support his family, he nodded in agreement, and heard the meaningful instructions from his father on the second floor: "Young people should also pay attention to their health, don't play too late."

?

Too late?

Play, get, too, late?

Play?

Which to play?

How can I play at night?

Assistant Lin suddenly felt that his whole body was dirty...

The author has something to say:

When writing this part, my nose is a little sour, woo, refill~

感谢在2021-12-3018:00:00~2021-12-3118:00:00期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of the cat that fell into the water; 3 bottles of Pipa Xing;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!