After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

"Bang! Bang!"

When Lu Xingxing regained consciousness, he felt that he was in a cramped and airtight space. Because the air was not circulating, his brain was a little drowsy and hypoxic.

Who the fuck is playing a prank?

Lu Xingxing was in a very bad mood, he swore that if this was some kind of spoof show by the program group, he would definitely jump up and hit Zhang Wubing with a hammer.

Holding his breath, he began to wriggle his hands and feet trying to confirm where he was, hoping it wasn't in some birthday surprise gift box.

However, when Lu Xingxing almost groped to measure the size of this small space, his movements suddenly stopped.

Based on his twenty years of knowledge, there is only one possible place here.

--coffin.

Now Lu Xingxing stopped scolding Zhang Wubing in his heart.

For his present situation, all he could think of was no longer mischief, but murder.

Or... encounter a ghost.

Lu Xingxing began to try to hold the sides of the coffin board above his head and lift it up. He could feel the air in the coffin becoming thinner and thinner, his brain became more and more dizzy, and his back was also sweating with high fever .

I'm afraid he won't last long.

Lu Xingxing knew very well that if he could not lift the coffin board in time, his condition and physical strength would decline rapidly.Whatever the reason for his inexplicable presence here, the longer the time dragged on, the less likely he was to escape.

In an emergency, he didn't panic, but calmed down quickly, and began to deduce repeatedly in his mind.He didn't knock on the coffin indiscriminately to ask for help, nor did he push the wooden board with small strength continuously.

Lu Xingxing took a deep breath, and then almost exerted all his strength to push the coffin up with his palm.

The coffin was not crucified, it was pushed out a crack almost the moment Lu Xingxing exerted his force.

Fresh air soon poured in, and Lu Xingxing's befuddled brain cleared up for a moment.But it also quickly made him realize something else.

I'm afraid the situation is far worse than he imagined.

The coffin board is unexpectedly heavy, the smell of soil in the air, if there is a substantial yin...

The coffin was buried under the soil layer.

Along with the air, along with the small gap, some sand and moist soil fell in, and Lu Xingxing was caught off guard.

And his strength was no longer enough to support him to push the coffin board open, and after only briefly opening the gap for a few seconds, he had to let go of his arm, groaned in pain, and watched as the darkness returned to the coffin .

wheeze...

wheeze...

The coffin was as quiet as death, even his own breathing was so clear.

With Lu Xingxing's body size as an adult male, the coffin seemed a bit narrow, and his long legs had to be shrunk in aggrievedly. His face was only less than [-] centimeters away from the upper coffin board, which was almost suffocating.

The obstruction of space and the drowsiness caused by the lack of oxygen made Lu Xingxing's condition worse. He couldn't even reach out and try to push the coffin away again, so he could only use his palms to rest on the coffin board.

Even though reason told Lu Xingxing that it was useless to do so, the instinctive panic brought about by the lack of oxygen still made his fingers unconsciously swipe across the wooden board, leaving scratches on the wooden board with his fingernails, and sawdust stuck into the wood. Between the nails, blood flowed down.

He will die alone in such a dark place, and even because he is already in the coffin, no one will find that he died here.

Lu Xingxing smiled bitterly, regretting that he only wanted to play and didn't listen to Master's words to study his homework.Otherwise, if Yan Shixun, who was praised by his master, was in his situation, maybe Yan Shixun would be able to find an additional way to survive and escape from the coffin.

At this moment, he only hoped that what his master and ancestor said was true, that Yan Shixun was really as powerful as they said, and that he could be found.

...or his remains.

No matter what, don't leave him alone in this kind of place and die alone.

take him home.

take him home...

……

"Squeak-"

The coffin lid was slowly pushed open.

Yan Shixun glanced at Yang Tu who had been shivering and dodged to one side, and then looked down from the half-opened lid.

In the coffin, lay a cold and pale corpse quietly.

The face of the corpse is very similar to the middle-aged man in the black and white portrait, but because it seems to have been parked for a long time, his body has begun to rot and swell, which makes it difficult to identify the face of the dead corpse.

A streaked road spread along the stiff skin, like flesh and putrefied pus that would suddenly explode under the pressure at the next moment.

Yan Shixun didn't reach in to search - he imagined the scene of corpse oil and blood splashing everywhere after the corpse exploded, it was a bit disgusting.

He just quickly walked over the dead body with his eyes, and noticed that the clothes on the body were relatively old, as if they still stayed in the previous era, and there were not many burial things in the coffin, it was empty, and the clothes on the body were worn out. It was also very messy, as if it was a hasty perfunctory, and there was no sign of someone's solemnity in dressing the deceased for the last burial with grief.

What is causing the family to be in such a hurry?Whether it is a tablet, a portrait, or a coffin, it seems that something is chasing them, so they have to be completed in a hurry.

Yan Shixun frowned, put his palm on the coffin board, and slowly closed the coffin again with force.

only……

When Yan Shixun had already turned around and was about to leave the mourning hall, he suddenly stopped, turned around slowly, and looked sideways at the coffin, his eyes contemplative.

After stopping for seven days, the four corners of the coffin will be nailed firmly and then buried.

But this coffin has no trace of nailing at all, and the incense candles and yellow paper left in the mourning hall all show that it is still in the stage of resting, and it has not reached the seventh day.

On the seventh day after a person dies, the qi of the corpse dissipates, and the soul completely leaves the corpse, and the qi will dissipate from the coffin.And the first seven days are also the time when the negative power of the soul is the greatest, and it is the day of returning to the soul, when people come to visit relatives and friends who were alive.

...Or, to avenge the injustices of his life.

Yan Shixun lowered his eyes, glanced across the incense candle, then retracted his gaze, turned around without pausing, stretched his long legs, and dragged Yang Tu away from the mourning hall.

"Brother Yan, we can go now." Yang Tu was relieved to be away from the mourning hall, and felt a lot better: "Where are we going now?"

"Go to the root of the problem."

Yan Shixun focused on two things, while answering Yang Tu, he was still thinking about what he had just noticed in the mourning hall.

People are most afraid of three longs and two shorts, and incense is most afraid of two shorts and one long.

——But these two shorts and one long one are for ghosts.Two short and one long, the hexagram is the sunrise, and the yang energy will be heavy, so how not to be afraid.

But the only incense left in the incense burner is two long and one short.

It just so happens that yin and yang are reversed, which is an excellent hexagram for ghosts.

Moreover, judging from the residual ashes piled up in the incense ash furnace, I am afraid that the mourning hall is now on the sixth day.

It was only one day away from the seventh day when the wronged dead returned to their souls.

Yan Shixun turned his mind calmly, and didn't say too much, so as not to scare Yang Tu, who was already emotionally unstable.

He carried Yang Tu out of this house, and before Yang Tu could heave a sigh of relief, he led Yang Tu into the door of the next door under Yang Tu's frightened eyes.

Stop, stop, stop...

Yan Shixun went through several houses in the vicinity, but after entering, they all found that the main room was decorated like a mourning hall, with a coffin in the center.

Although the names and portraits on the tablets were different, without exception, all the coffins had not had time to be crucified, and they were still in the coffin period.

Even judging from the inscription dates of those incense ash stoves and elegiac couplets, it was the sixth day of the suspension.

But it shouldn't be happening.

Yan Shixun frowned, his face full of thought.

It would be understandable if only one family delayed the funeral arrangements because of something.But when everyone in this area is like this, and even every mourning hall stops on the sixth day, isn't it too weird?

How could it be like this in every household!

Even, the death times of these people were not far apart, very concentrated.

——Yang Tu was very shocked by the deaths of these people, and said that he had seen these people more than half a year ago, when the road between the two villages was not closed.At that time, although these people were annoying, they all lived well.

However, during the half a year when the road was closed and the village was separated, people in Jiazifen Village died one after another, and even several people in a family died, and no one in the family survived!

In the end what happened?half year ago……

When Yan Shixun walked out from a certain courtyard again, his steps were heavy and his brows were tightly knit.

But when he stepped on the village road and saw the villagers in the distance coming out of their homes in an orderly manner, wearing red festive clothes, and walking deep into the village, he suddenly stopped. .

"Yang Tu." Yan Shixun asked suddenly: "The Yang family, if a relative died in the family, what color clothes would you wear if you went to attend their funeral?"

"It must be black."

Yang Tu was baffled by Yan Shixun's question: "Except for the filial sons and grandsons who wear hemp and filial piety, the rest must wear black. It is solemn and painful. They are all dead. How could it be possible to wear clothes of other colors? That would be too rude. "

"Also, Brother Yan, don't you think that if a red dress suddenly appeared on such a sad event, it wouldn't be a matter of etiquette."

Yang Tu trembled, and said with some fear, "That's a terrible question."

Sure enough, it seems that the customs in Jiazi Grave Village are not different from those in other places.

That being the case, why are these villagers wearing such festive red, and their faces are full of joy?

Yan Shixun stared at the backs of those villagers from afar, frowning in thought.

You know, he just saw these villagers go out from their respective homes with his own eyes, and then he entered the homes of these villagers, and found that they had set up mourning halls in each family, and they stopped for the sixth day.

Since the funeral at home is not over, why are you still wearing red clothes and beaming?

Just when Yan Shixun couldn't figure it out, Yang Tu, who was so scared that he only dared to look at the small piece of land beside him, raised his head slightly because of Yan Shixun's question.

Then he rubbed his eyes in disbelief as if he had seen something that shouldn't have appeared here.

"Well, that person, I seem to know him." Yang Tu tremblingly raised his arms, pointing to the back of a villager at a slope in the distance in front of him: "The person we just saw in the mourning hall is him. Isn't he Are you dead! Why are you still walking here?"

"Calm down." Yan Shixun clasped Yang Tu's shoulders, preventing him from running away because of losing control of his emotions again: "Speak slowly, what's going on?"

According to Yang Tu, Yan Shixun quickly straightened out the situation.

In the mourning hall they had just entered, there was a portrait of an old man in the village.Although there was no body of the old man in the coffin, judging from the date, the old man should have died and been buried long ago.

But now, the old man at Pojiao was like the group of villagers carrying red lanterns that Yan Shixun saw before. He was clearly dead, but he could still move freely before them.

The reason why Yan Shixun didn't recognize it at first sight was because although there was a portrait, it was static. He didn't know the villagers of Jiazifen Village, and he didn't know that the old man on the portrait was a poor man.

But when the old man moves, the distinctive walking posture attracts people's attention.

"I'm not mistaken, Brother Yan." Yang Tu said with certainty: "He is the only one in Jiazifen Village who walks like this. When I was young, I learned how to walk and laughed at him. I There will be no mistake."

"In that case..."

Yan Shixun's eyes sank, but there was a faint smile on his lips: "Is it still Jiazifen Village where we are?"

Walking all the way from the farmhouse, first there were dead bodies and skeletons, and then villagers who had already died appeared in pairs with red lanterns.

When they walked into the village, they found that mourning halls had been set up in every household, and even the people on the portraits appeared in front of them.

Yan Shixun boldly hypothesized that since one of the villagers had died at all, are the other villagers really still alive?

Regardless of the villagers' dress and home layout, they do not conform to the common sense of normal people, and there is a strange sense of disobedience everywhere.

However, if the identities of the villagers were erased from the scope of strangers, things suddenly became clearer and made sense.

A village full of dead people...?

Yan Shixun chuckled silently.

Although I haven't figured out exactly where this is, it's obvious that it's not as simple as some well-meaning people wanting to buy them a cup of tea to warm their bodies.

Regardless of whether what they saw was hallucinations, or the place they were in was no longer a family grave, they all needed to return to normal.

And the way to solve it...

"Let's go." Yan Shixun narrowed his eyes and smiled lightly, his lips parted into a smile: "Since everyone in the village is going to celebrate the grand wedding ceremony, how can we be missing?"

"The visitor is a guest. If we don't toast a glass of wine, it would be too impolite."

As he said that, Yan Shixun took the lead with his long legs, walked across the village road in big strides, and followed the distant backs of those villagers.

"Ah? Brother Yan, are you serious?" Yang Tu originally wanted to persuade Yan Shixun, but when he saw him leave, he didn't pay attention to him at all, and he stood alone in the same place after being left behind.

It seemed that the cold air was leaking from the mourning halls arranged in the village houses in all directions, oppressing him.

In Yang Tu's mind, the scene of himself being surrounded by ghosts appeared uncontrollably.

As if in a place that he couldn't see, those green and white rotten villagers stood around him, staring at him with rigid eyes, and gradually approached him.

Suddenly, he felt that even his breathing was suppressed.

Yang Tu looked around in panic, then quickly ran up and followed Yan Shixun's back: "Brother Yan, wait for me!"

The villagers in the new style of red clothes walked in front, Yan Shixun, all in black, fell behind them not too far away, vigilantly scanning every village house passing by around him.

The sound of the suona is getting closer and louder, and the high-pitched and sharp tunes stand out over the gongs and drums, and the festive sound is covered, leaving only the shrill sound of the suona, which is louder and faster than the other, like a call to death. Note.

This sharp tune echoed among the mountains, and Moon Mountain sent back one after another, but the sound could not cross the tall mountains and escape the three-point sky of this small village.

Behind Yan Shixun's village road, a red figure slowly emerged from the air.

The woman in the bright red wedding dress stood quietly on the spot, her red hijab made it difficult to see her face clearly, but she was always looking in Yan Shixun's direction, as if she had a cold gaze falling on Yan Shixun's back.

The woman's white hands protruded from the wide sleeves of the wedding dress, crossed in front of her abdomen.

Those nails were as red as blood.

……

Relying on his good memory, Yan Shixun soon discovered that the route taken by the villagers was the same way he walked from the family where he married his daughter back to the farmhouse in the village during the day.

Moreover, unlike the silent and desolate village houses around during the day, Yan Shixun glanced around and found that all the village houses they passed seemed to have been renovated and looked brand new.

Although at first glance, it is consistent with the village house in the daytime both in appearance and construction.But if you look closely, you will find that many details of the current village houses are too new, without moss and mildew, and there are not many scratches and damages over a long period of time.

It seems that someone made a one-to-one copy of another village house according to the appearance of the house in the village.

And the family where the daughter is married is in the middle of the village.Although the courtyard was not too close to the ancestral hall, it could be seen that a house had been built in the village early on, so after the village expanded, it didn't seem too far away from the ancestral hall.

The closer to the family, the more villagers came out of the village houses on both sides, and the crowds joined the ceremony. The crowds of people almost flooded the village road, which seemed very festive.

The suona sound became more and more clear.

It was from the family of the married woman that Yan Shixun saw in the daytime.

The villagers are here to attend Yang Duo's wedding.

Yan Shixun quietly mixed among the villagers, knowing that these villagers had already died, but his face was still calm and indifferent, showing no trace of fear.

When the "people" were crowded together, he accidentally touched the body of a villager next to him, and his tentacles felt cold, without any sense of touch that a living body should have.

But it didn't feel like the dead man's touch he'd expected either.

Although it was very cold, it didn't feel cold, and there was no negative aura of resentment and death in it.

Only the void.

It seems that the body itself is just a temporary container, and the soul does not exist in it, nor does the flesh and blood.

On the other hand, Yang Tu, who was holding Yan Shixun's clothes tightly, was the first time he came into such close contact with something that was not a living person.Under Yan Shixun's reminder, he clearly knew that the familiar faces in front of him were likely to have died, and some of them had even been confirmed dead.

He should have run far away, as far as he could from these things.But what Yan Shixun said is still in his ears, making him hesitate and give up every time he shakes his calf and wants to start running.

Yang Tu was nervous and flustered, almost crying, every time he accidentally looked into the villager's lifeless black eyes, he was terrified, and he hid away from Yan Shixun more and more.

In the end, when Yang Tu was dragged by Yan Shixun, mixed among the villagers until he walked to the gate of the small courtyard, Yang Tu had already tightly wrapped his arms around Yan Shixun's arms, and he was almost like a koala The same is hanging on Yan Shixun's body.

Yan Shixun: "..."

Tsk, I really want to throw this guy out.

Yan Shixun, who doesn't like having such close contact with people, twisted his arm uncomfortably, and then was terrified by Yang Tu, who entangled him even tighter, like an octopus.

Yan Shixun recited the Qingjing Sutra silently in his heart, trying to suppress his impulsiveness and irritability of wanting to throw his hands away.

"What are you afraid of, Yang Tu?" Yan Shixun tried his best to make his voice sound normal, trying to comfort Yang Tu gently: "Don't worry, they won't eat you, you can try to let me go gone."

"Or, do you want to go to the most dangerous place with me to investigate?" Yan Shixun pretended to regret: "Otherwise, you just need to stand in the yard and wait for me."

Yang Tu immediately withdrew his hand like an electric shock, but still asked in panic: "How do you know they won't eat me? What if? I haven't met so many... Then what, how do I know?" How will they hurt me? What are they! Do I still expect them to play house with me?"

Yang Tu originally wanted to speak more strongly, but in the end he stood in the crowd of villagers, still too cowardly to even say the word "ghost". Run around.

Use the most embarrassing tone and say the most hard-hearted doubts.

Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows, his originally heavy heart was amused by this young man.

"Don't worry, I just know." Yan Shixun smiled lightly on his lips, his eyes half-downcast with casual sharpness: "There is nothing that can harm the life and soul I want to protect."

While speaking, the villagers who were standing in front of Yan Shixun and the two had already entered the yard and were about to reach them.

"Remember, don't yell or scream after entering, don't leak too much yang energy out. No matter what you see, don't be too scared."

Yan Shixun lowered his voice, and asked Yang Tu very quickly, "Have you ever beaten a dog? It's the same principle. If you are strong, it will fear you. If you are afraid first, it will bully you."

"Do you think only humans are afraid of ghosts? No, evil ghosts are also afraid of evil people."

Yang Tu asked in surprise, "Evil?"

Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows: "Yes, like me."

This time, it was Yang Tu who was amused: "Brother Yan, you are so humorous. If you are a villain, I don't think I will be able to find a few good people. Don't worry, I will try my best—although I even No chicken was ever killed."

The voice fell, and two people had arrived.

The iron gate of the courtyard was wide open, and there were two middle-aged daughters-in-law in red and green standing on both sides, as if they were receiving gift money.

Every time a villager passed by, the villagers handed something to the two middle-aged daughter-in-laws while saying congratulations.After the middle-aged daughter-in-law got it, she immediately raised her voice and shouted, "Who and who will send a gift money."

If any villager gave it late, or the middle-aged daughter-in-law found out that the handed-in thing might be missing, she would immediately grab the villager's head with a palm the size of a cattail leaf fan, and then forcibly tore it from the villager's body with her bare hands. He threw a large piece of blood dripping meat into the basket behind him, and then sang loudly.

Yang Tu was dumbfounded.

Seeing that the middle-aged daughter-in-law turned around and was about to walk towards them, Yang Tu quickly raised his head to look at Yan Shixun.

He still remembered what Yan Shixun had just told him, so he desperately gestured with his eyes, eagerly hoping that Yan Shixun could understand what he meant.

Who knows what those villagers paid for!It would be easy to give money, but no matter how you look at it, the things handed out are not money!If they arrive at them and they fail to give what they asked for, wouldn't they also be torn off?

Yang Tu was in a hurry, like an examinee who was about to enter the examination room but didn't even know what subjects to test, was in a panic.

Yan Shixun was not in a hurry, after seeing the action of the previous villager handing over the things with his own eyes, he calmly raised his hand and put it in the pocket of his coat.

When the middle-aged daughter-in-law reached out to ask Yan Shixun for something, Yan Shixun held a wilted flower in her slender palm, and handed it to the middle-aged daughter-in-law.

When the middle-aged daughter-in-law saw the flower in Yan Shixun's slowly spreading palm, greed and covetousness flashed in her eyes, she seemed very tempted, as if ready to move, and wanted to hide the flower herself.

The middle-aged daughter-in-law originally wanted to sing the ceremony, but she just got stuck when she saw Yan Shixun, at a loss as to what name she should announce.

On the other side, another middle-aged daughter-in-law with a big arm and a round waist, who was walking towards Yang Tu, also saw Yang Tu trembling for a long time without taking out his things, her complexion became ferocious, and she reached out to grab Yang Tu.

Yang Tu was terrified, and immediately hid behind Yan Shixun.

And Yan Shixun also closed his palms again at the right time, and the flowers that were originally handed out were held in his hands again.

The middle-aged daughter-in-law who was going to take the flower was taken aback for a moment, but when she saw Yan Shixun raised her finger and pointed at the daughter-in-law next to her, then pointed at himself, and then took advantage of the situation to put the flower back into her pocket.

The middle-aged daughter-in-law suddenly became anxious. She turned her head fiercely to look at her companion next to her, and let out a "ho! ho!" sound from her throat, as if she was deterring her companion.

The other middle-aged daughter-in-law was frightened, took a step back, and walked away from Yang Tu.

Yan Shixun stretched out the palm holding the flower again.

The middle-aged daughter-in-law didn't hesitate this time and didn't know which name to sing the gift. After what happened just now, she seemed a little anxious, as if she was afraid that Yan Shixun would take the things back again, and hurriedly shouted "One gift money" !", and couldn't wait to take the flower from Yan Shixun's hand.

Yan Shixun smiled, and before the middle-aged daughter-in-law could touch him, she let go of her hand and let the flower fall from the sky.

——He doesn't like to touch other people's hands casually.

While the middle-aged daughter-in-law was hurriedly bending over to go to the flowers, Yan Shixun calmly led Yang Tu into the courtyard.

Then, just after the middle-aged daughter-in-law put the flowers in the basket behind her, Yan Shixun turned slightly to one side, leaning his thin and flexible waist to the back with agility, and with a long arm, rushed to the place The second before the flower fell into the basket of flesh and blood, he held the flower again in his hand.

Before the middle-aged daughter-in-law felt puzzled and turned around to check, Yan Shixun immediately closed her fingers and put the flowers in her palms, then quickly put them into the pockets of her coat, and then walked forward as if nothing had happened.

In a blink of an eye, within a second or two, Yan Shixun had already completed the whole process, and then his expression was as usual as if nothing had happened, not even the frequency of his heartbeat had changed.

Yang Tu, who witnessed the whole process, opened his mouth unconsciously, and could hardly believe his eyes.

Yan Shixun calmly stretched out his palm, directly slapped Yang Tu's chin up, and closed his mouth for him.

Yang Tu: "???"

Now I am confused, isn't this outsider named Yan Shixun really a fully automatic robot?He doesn't read much, so don't lie to him!

Besides, how did Yan Shixun know what the other party wanted?If you give it wrong, you will end up with your flesh and blood ripped off!He was almost scared to death, how did Yan Shixun manage to be so calm?Sure enough, it's still a robot, right?

Yan Shixun smiled.

When the middle-aged daughter-in-law reached out her hand, he remembered that when he was at the farmhouse, those dead bodies were also reaching out to him, as if they were begging for something.It's just that when he was at the farmhouse, he didn't want to understand what those dead bodies wanted, but he also felt that Yang Tu's statement that they were begging for their lives was not correct.

He hadn't stopped thinking all the way, and he just figured it out - what those dead bodies and bones stretched out should be his waist, as if the things there were extremely eager for them.

The flowers placed there were the flowers Jiang Yanran gave him.

It is also the only thing on Yan Shixun's body that comes from Jiazifen Village.

So Yan Shixun concluded that what the villagers handed over before should be Yin Qi.And the flowers from Jiazifen Village, even the flowers handed over by Jiang Yanran, must be tainted with yin.

To meet the conditions.

Sure enough, he guessed right, and successfully entered the courtyard that Jiang Yanran had to lead him to enter during the day.

Of course, he wasn't going to simply throw that flower at the door.

——How could he casually give away the flower before he fully figured out why Jiang Yanran gave him the flower?

Besides, he hates being forced to hand over his stuff.

Yan Shixun smiled, but there was no warmth.

The courtyard, which was already very lively and crowded when I saw it during the day, is now even more crowded with people shoulder to shoulder, and it is very lively.

The dowry and dowry boxes were placed on the ground, and there were piles of gift boxes from guests beside them.The villagers laughed and talked about today's wedding with each other, and kept saying auspicious words.The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law talked about women's topics, and they also shouted that the bride is blessed with such a big fat boy.

The musicians were still playing and singing in the corner, and the sound of suona, gongs and drums was loud and festive.

The entire courtyard was full of joy, and at first glance it looked like an ordinary wedding.

——If not all the villagers acted stiffly, with pale faces and strange expressions.

Yan Shixun calmly stood beside the villagers, listening to them talking about the wedding, trying to find any clues from their conversations, and complete the details of the cause and effect of the wedding.

But his sight was suddenly attracted by the well in the yard.

When Jiang Yanran brought him here during the day, Yan Shixun had faintly doubted whether the family where the daughter was married was Yang Hua Yang Duo's family.At that time, although he looked at the deserted well in the yard strangely, he didn't think too much about it.

But at this time, when he has confirmed that this family is the Yang Duo family back then, and the scene he saw actually happened decades ago, the scene of Yang Duo getting married, when he saw the well again, his heart ached. Then something strange came out.

From the mouths of Yang Guang, the owner of the breakfast shop, and Yang Han, the secretary of the village party secretary, Yan Shixun learned about the situation of Yang Hua and Yang Duo's family in detail, but neither of them mentioned the yard of Yang Duo's house. There is also a well.

Do you think it is irrelevant, so you didn't mention it?Or is it because this well is not in the impression of these two people at all?

After all, Yang Guang had fled the village many years ago, and Yang Han had been staying away from Yang Duo's house because of his pain. If the well was dug after that, it would be normal for the two of them not to know.

Yan Shixun frowned, walked around from among the villagers to the side of the deserted well, but did not continue forward, but kept a safe distance and observed carefully.

If one person does not watch the well, he may be caught by ghosts.

Knowing that the surrounding villagers had problems, the vigilant Yan Shixun did not stand by the well, guarding against someone knocking him into the well.

only……

After taking a closer look at the well, Yan Shixun's pupils shrank and his complexion changed slightly.

——This is not a water well, this is a soul repression well!

It's like the one in the backyard of the village secretary's house.

It's just different from the village party secretary's well that didn't intend to harm the ghosts, but just wanted to send the ghosts to death. Now on the well in front of Yan Shixun, whether it's yin and yang, five elements or Qimen gossip, it's all the same as the soul-suppressing well. The well is the other way around.

There is only one purpose - to kill ghosts!

Yan Shixun narrowed his eyes, and had a guess in his heart.

……

In the dark corner, whispers sounded, mixed with the innocent and bright laughter of a few girls.

"He noticed."

"He saw the well."

"What else does he see? His eyes are so beautiful, I want his eyeballs, and I don't have eyeballs in my eyes."

"Ah, Sister Jiang has a really good eye for seeing people."

"But he sent out the flowers that Xiao Yanran gave him, Xiao Yanran is so pitiful, she must be very sad to know."

"He took it back, he's a liar, he's a bad guy."

"He can't go."

"Jiang Yanran shouldn't be helping others..."

……

The voice was high and low, mixed in one place, echoed by the suona and joy, it was like a group of girls chirping and chatting, which was perfectly normal.

——However, there was no girl in the small yard.