Yo, grandpa is here

If it was a war, the people in this village would not be dead, and the surrounding villages would be fine.

"Three years ago, their village offended the gods, and everyone in the village got a strange disease. Those who got the disease would vomit blood and die. First, the high fever persisted, and soon they would vomit blood and die. At the beginning, only three or five people had the disease. , Later, the whole village fell ill, and the peddler who sold our sundries went to the village of the dead, and died on the way home, when the body was found by passers-by, it had already decayed."

After all, the village chief added to himself, "That shopkeeper deserves retribution, the fire bucket my family bought from him burned the table after only one use, and those who sell such deceitful items deserve retribution .”

Firefight?

When Qingqing heard this, she couldn't help but think of the fire fights in her village that were of poor quality.

It seems that it should be sold by the same peddler.

"Did the strange disease only spread in their village, and didn't it spread to the surrounding areas? After the salesman returned, did he infect his family?" Qingqing continued to ask.

The village chief shook his head.

"The peddler lives in Yuzhou, which is far away from us. I only heard people say that he died. I don't know the details. I guess those who have that kind of disease will not recover. Our village also does It took several rituals to pass safely."

"Before the accident happened, was there anything different about Dead Man's Village from other villages?" Qingqing asked.

Dafa nodded solemnly, they were all afraid of not leaving.

"You don't need to demonize it, it's really scary for Grandpa Zu to lose his temper." Er Mao muttered in a low voice.

"Grandma Zu, what are you talking about?! Where can I go to such an unlucky place! If a village dies, how much resentment there is, maybe a whole village of resentful ghosts are waiting to take their lives there. good one?"

"My little grandson is right. That village is very dirty. People in our village don't want to associate with them. If you ask me, no matter how long you stay here, the people in the barbarian land still can't change their rudeness. The people in their village are very fond of hunting, and they wiped out all the nearby meadows and ravines, and the prey they brought back were skinned and thrown on the street, which stinks and attracts insects."

"It's nothing. Their generations have been here for hundreds of years. Their accent and diet are no different from our local people. The wives they marry are all from nearby villages." The village chief shook his head, he really couldn't remember What's up.

Ermao and Dafa also expressed their opposition.

I didn't get a single coin, and I lost the money to open the dojo. Hey, thinking about it is also a painful memory.

"Grandpa Zu is angry and frightening, grandma Zu is just a soft persimmon easy to bully?" Qingqing smiled slightly.

"If you want me to say, it may be that they hunted too many animals, and they were punished by God."

Qingqing smiled and nodded when she heard the words, and didn't expose it.

"My husband is not as scary as you said, don't demonize him." Qingqing laughed, how could these two children make Buli look like an unreasonable tyrant.

When the village said this, it seemed that it also remembered those terrible smells, and its face unconsciously showed disgust.

"Besides that the ancestors may be foreigners, are there any other differences between them?" Qingqing asked again.

The little guy was not afraid of life, so he nodded when he heard Qingqing's question, and replied in a low voice: "Remember! I went to their village with my mother once, and their village stinks!"

"That's right, grandma of the family. Since that place is called the village of the dead, it means that it has long been deserted. Just make a yellow book and avoid that village. Why go to that kind of place." Although Yao Yao doesn't believe in ghosts, he always feels that It's bad luck to go there.

When he said this, Jiang Laosan also remembered, slapped his thigh, and recalled regretfully:
"After letting go of those people, the eldest brother also asked Taoist priests to open the altar, so the business was lost!"

Her mother also said similar things, saying that when she was a few months old, the bedwetting was very big, and she looked like a domineering one.

Qingqing chatted with him a few more words, until she couldn't find out what she was interested in, then she gave up and took everyone away.

"Grandma Zu, if you go to that kind of place, Grandpa Zu knows he will beat us to death." Er Mao begged.

Hu Laoxi was shocked when he heard the words. If his third brother hadn't helped him, he would have fallen off the car.

"Their village is so dirty." The child who was following the village suddenly said, this child looked like he could be seven or eight years old, and he still pinched his nose when he spoke.

After leaving the village, Er Mao and the others had a lively discussion.

Yaoyao was a little worried, and asked Qingqing: "Grandma Zu, what kind of strange disease did you say this dead village is? It sounds scary."

"I probably have a vague idea in my mind, but I'm not sure. In this way, Lao Xi, drive the car over, and I'll know it at a glance." Qingqing said to Hu Laoxi.

"Returning to the official, my little grandson is different from other people. He remembers things early. I checked with a fortune teller. He said that this child was a golden boy in his previous life, and he has great promise!"

Qingqing insisted on cultivating a group of atheists in ancient times.

Osmanthus country?Qingqing didn't know what this place was for, and it wasn't marked on the map, so this information couldn't inspire her for the time being.

This child is the grandson of the village chief. Hearing what he said, Qingqing bent down and asked him with a smile: "Little guy, how old were you three years ago? Do you remember what happened back then?"

"Before the accident? Oh, the people living in that village are indeed different. Their ancestors are descendants of the Osmunda sub-country, and somehow they came to the border of our village, He County. They settled here and raised their children. At the beginning, it was the third brother, and later it developed into a village of a hundred or so people."

"Why haven't we heard of it?" Er Mao was curious.

"Our village is far away from here, and we seldom have contact with here on weekdays, so it's normal not to know." Dafa replied.

The village chief looked at his grandson proudly from the side, and said to Qingqing:

"When he said that, I seemed to remember something. Three years ago, a village was condemned by God, and all the people in the village died. It seems that this is the village of the dead. At that time, we robbed a group of people from that village. After I heard that they ran out, I didn’t even ask for their things.” Hu Laoxi said.

If it was before, Yaoyao might think it was ghosts and gods, but after following Qingqing for a long time, he doesn't believe it anymore, especially after playing the role of Xueshehuo last time, his thinking is more and more inclined to Qingqing.

Anyway, parents like to use all kinds of ordinary things as miracles from heaven, and try their best to make their children closer to genius prodigies.

Ermao and Dafa shrunk their necks at the same time, subconsciously thinking of the matter of Zuzu's grandma chopping meat with two knives.

Yao Yao also wanted to persuade her, so Qing Qing stretched out her hand to pinch her little cheek.

"You are worried about me, I know it, don't worry, if I don't go into the village, I will find a higher ground to have a look."

"What can you see from a long distance? Oh, I understand!" Hu Laoxi slapped his head, showing a respectful expression, "Grandma Zu, do you want to go and see Fengshui?"

How did he forget the great supernatural powers of the two ancestors?