Hit ghost

"Uncle?" The little girl stared at Ji Duan behind him with staring eyes. It seemed that Ji Duan had never been looked up and down like this before, and she always felt uncomfortable.

He didn't know how to respond to the little girl's eyes, so he could only grin as a greeting.

"Okay, then you come in." The little girl let them into the courtyard, the small courtyard is only about [-] square meters, compared with the courtyard of the Zhao family and the Li family, this place can only be used to dry some clothes, at most It can also support a pot, which is usually used to cook simple meals for the grandparents and grandchildren.

"Don't touch that dress, come with me." The little girl avoided the weeds that came out of the cracks in the green bricks on the ground, and ran towards the wooden building in a bouncing manner. The crisp sound is not harsh, but pleasant to hear.

Xie Jin followed silently at the end of the team. Looking at the little girl's petite back, he finally realized where the sense of disobedience came from.

Why are there tall wooden buildings in the deep mountains in the north? Let’s not talk about how to avoid the cold in winter. Even now, the temperature in the deep mountains at night can make people shiver.

And the little girl who led the way in front of her should have southern facial features. Although she was wearing common clothes, the silver bell she wore between her hands and feet was not a traditional Manchu accessory, but more like a southern minority.

Xie Jin looked at Ji Duan and Wen Liang subconsciously. The two of them seemed to have not noticed these details, and they still followed behind and walked towards the wooden building. Wen Liang, who was walking in the front, was even talking with the little girl, as if these southern parts blended into the deep mountains in the north Elements don't exist the same.

"Do you and grandma just live here? You are amazing to take care of the elderly alone." Wen Liang chatted with the little girl, and Zhao Dong beside him was completely ignored by him.

Zhao Dong wanted to interject several times, but he still couldn't get into the topic of the little girl and gentleness. In the end, he could only follow behind with a sullen old face, as if he was in a very bad mood.

The ecological environment of the small courtyard is almost integrated with the surrounding mountains and forests. There is a small piece of bamboo forest in the corner of the courtyard. As long as the wind passes over the courtyard, there will be rustling sounds.

They followed the little girl to the side of the tall bamboo building. There were several pickle jars on the stone row under the bamboo building, and there were still some traces of fresh soil on the lid of the jars.

Perhaps it was because of two extra glances, the little girl stopped and raised her eyebrows towards Wen Liang: "Are you hungry? If I can really cure my grandma, maybe I can keep you for a meal."

"Okay." Wen Liang didn't refuse, and readily agreed, he turned his hands behind his back and made an OK gesture to Xie Jin and Ji Duan, and then followed the little girl to climb up the steps.

The room was not big, and the interior furnishings were simple. If it wasn't for the temperature, Xie Jin would have been in a daze for a moment, thinking that the group of them had arrived in a village of ethnic minorities in Guangxi.

Facing them and going up the stairs was a complete piece of black hair pigskin. Somehow, the pigskin was kept lifelike, and the eyes made of glass balls seemed to be staring at them outsiders.

In the cabinet made of old wood next to it, there are some weirdly shaped utensils on display, and it can be vaguely recognized by the basic shape that they are things like drums and bells.

"You guys should be quiet for a while, my grandma is very sensitive to sound." The little girl lightly opened the curtain with intricate patterns, and a windowless room appeared in the sight of several people.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and unknown spices were lit, and one could vaguely see an old lady kneeling and sitting in the bed. Her face was not clear due to the smog, but she had already sensed that someone was coming.

"Is it Zhuo Ketuoda?" The old voice trembled a little, but the few people couldn't understand what he said, and the old lady turned her face to the other people precisely, "Who are they?"

"Grandma, they are here to help you see a doctor." The little girl named Zhuo Ketuda walked up to the old lady on tiptoe, and she picked up a wooden comb and gently smoothed the silver hair of the old lady, "Your legs Is it still hurting?"

The old lady was chattering again, and Xie Jin and the three of them looked at each other. Although they couldn't understand what she was saying, they understood that it was Manchu.

"Zhuo Ke Tuo Da? Is this your name?" Wen Liang followed the little girl's instructions, and walked to the bedside of the old lady lightly, "This is your grandma, right?"

The little girl nodded, she still spoke Chinese with the old lady, "Grandma, this person said they can cure your leg disease, so I let them in."

Only then did the old lady raise her head. There was no sunlight in the confined space, only some spots of light from burning incense, and the old lady's face could be vaguely seen.

Wen Liang let out a "huh", he saw that the old lady's eyes turned out to be almost white blue, and the same gray pupils had no focus, the old lady seemed to be a blind person who could not see.

"My grandma can't see it, so there are no lights in the house." Zhuo Ketuoda's hands and feet were very nimble, and she quickly tamed the old lady's silver hair submissively, perhaps because she was in the dark with the old lady all year round , the darkness is not an obstacle to her action.

Putting the wooden comb back to its original position, Zhuo Ketuoda helped the old lady who hadn't spoken for a long time to sit on the side of the bed, "My grandma slipped when she went upstairs just now, and she seems to have hurt her leg bone."

"Let me see, Lao Ji, which one of you can give me a light." Wen Liang squatted down in front of the bed, and did not forget to ask the two people behind him to provide a light source.

Ji Duan took out the Spike flashlight from his bag. The moment the flashlight was turned on, the whole small room was filled with white light, and the skin of the old lady under the light became even paler. They were surprised to find that this woman The old lady who is full looks like she is in her eighties.

Pulling up the old lady's trouser legs to her knees, Wen Liang stroked the slightly shriveled calf. The old lady trembled slightly, not knowing whether it was pain or fear, and she didn't make a sound during the whole process of Wen Liang's examination of her calf.

"It's nothing serious, it's just that the leg bone is a little dislocated, so it's fine to connect it." After the examination, Wen Liang gave the diagnosis result. He looked up and found that everyone else was looking at him, and a strange look appeared on his face, "What? You don't know?" Do you trust me?"

He twisted the joints of his hands so that there was a "click" sound, and shook his shoulders, as if he was about to start working, "I learned a lot of livelihood skills during my travels, and bone setting in Chinese medicine is one of them."

Seeing that Zhuo Ke Tuo Da did not refuse, Wen Liang held down the old lady's knee joint with one hand, and exerted a little force with the other hand. With the crisp sound and the dull whimper of the old woman, the dislocated leg returned to its normal position.

"Is this the end?" Zhuo Ketuoda's face was full of disbelief. You must know that the last time grandma fell and was injured, the village doctor prescribed a bunch of prescriptions, and it took more than three months to heal her.

"Then I still have to operate on her." Wen Liang grinned, and made a casual joke. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the old lady on the bed, and she was still trembling, which seemed to mean that she could understand what they were saying.

"My grandma can understand Chinese... although she can't speak it." Zhuo Ketuoda scratched his face at a loss, thought for a while and patted the old lady on the shoulder to comfort him, "It's okay grandma, they are actually here to find Your doctor, the big brother standing there seems to have been cursed by a life-threatening shaman."

The direction of the finger is exactly where Ji Duan is. The old lady can't see it, so she can only find it with her voice and thinking.

"My grandma told you to get closer." Zhuo Ketuoda looked at Ji Duan with watery eyes, which made Ji Duan instinctively want to back away, but the most important thing, he still walked to the old lady's bed , introduced himself rather bluntly.

"Uh, hello, my name is Ji Duan."

The wrinkled skinny palm caressed Ji Duan's young face. The old lady looked weak, but her strength was unexpectedly strong. Ji Duan felt every bit of that hand on his face hurt like a knife. , Not long after, a warm liquid flowed out of his nasal cavity.

Because the lantern bearer was replaced by Xie Jin, and when the old lady's hand was walking on Ji Duan's face, he could see it clearly from the side. He didn't know what the old lady did, and Ji Duan's nose began to ooze black and red nosebleeds.

"My grandma said that this is a very vicious curse." Zhuo Ketuoda followed the old lady as a simultaneous interpreter in Manchu. She frowned, as if it was the first time she had seen such a scene. "She said, if you want to To break the curse of this level, we must wait until a certain time."

"A specific time? But because of this curse, he has fainted many times, and I'm afraid it will drag on..." Xie Jin's voice changed from anxious to choked, and he looked at the young man whose face was covered in black blood at this time, raised his hand and squeezed Pinch his temples, "Sorry, I lost my composure."

Zhuo Ketuoda was also very helpless. She relayed the old lady's original words, "No matter how anxious you are, you can only wait. There is no other way. A curse of this level must wait until the time of offering sacrifices to the true god. , but you are very lucky, I heard that this year's sacrifice will be held earlier."

She looked at Zhao Dong who was standing in the shadows, the speaker of the Zhao family and one of the biggest forces in Badong Village, who had never said a word since entering the wooden building, "Grandpa Zhao, am I right? I heard that the sacrificial ceremony will be advanced."

"That's right, just seven days later." Zhao Dong touched the small goatee on his chin, his eyes narrowed into slits, and he didn't know what the hell he was thinking.

"Then you have to wait another seven days. Even if my grandma wants to help you, you have to wait for the right time and place, right?" Zhuo Ketuoda handed Ji Duan a clean towel and asked him to wipe off the blood on his face. Seeing the blackened blood staining the towel red, she couldn't help but sigh, "Who did you offend? Such a vicious curse, it's only now that you've come to find a way to break it."

"I don't know." Ji Duan felt that there was still fluid surging in his nasal cavity. In order not to worry Xie Jin, he took out a tissue from his pocket and rolled it into a suitable size to block his nostrils.

Because he only breathed through his mouth, he inevitably had a strong nasal voice when he spoke. Looking at the place where Xie Jin was, Ji Duan said frankly, "I don't remember anything."

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