Master Maoshan

"Wow!"

There was a burst of extreme nausea in my chest. I opened my mouth to retch, but I didn’t spit out anything. Immediately afterwards, my whole body went numb and weak. I tried my best to move, but suddenly my eyes went dark, and I didn’t know anything. . .

I woke up again, and I was lying in the ruined temple. What caught my eye was the ancient paintings on the wall, moss growing faintly due to the passage of time. When I moved my eyes, I saw Mr. Wu Da at the door, who was frowning tightly at the moment , looking up at the already bright sky, wondering what he was thinking.

Just when I wanted to move, a cloudy mess of thoughts suddenly appeared in my mind, followed by an unbearable complex feeling of itching all over my body, as if there were millions of ants chewing in my body, and under the extreme itching, I was struck by a sharp pain Covered, I gritted my teeth and moaned and raised my head, trying to sit up, but Mr. Wu Da jumped to my side and pressed me down with one hand.

"Don't move around!" Mr. Wu Da sternly reprimanded.

I have often seen Mr. Wu Da's expression as if someone owed him 200 taels of silver, but as long as he has such an expression, it means that something is going to happen, and it is definitely not a good thing!

"Fortune teller...in my body..." I wriggled my dry lips to express the feeling in my body, but I didn't know how to express it.

Mr. Wu Da glanced at me, then sighed deeply, and said: "Chu Qi, you don't need to say anything, I know you are very uncomfortable in your body now, I am trying to get you to cure you, but you have to be honest Tell me one thing!"

I'm being tormented by something unknown right now, so I naturally nodded my head when I heard the words.

Mr. Wu Da looked at me cautiously and asked, "Before you passed out, did you walk into Mrs. Zhou's private house?"

I. . .I remember that when I turned around, I seemed to have taken a few steps, but at most I could go back to the original location. The original location was the door of Mrs. Zhou’s Yin’s house. I’m sure I didn’t walk into the Yin’s house!

"I didn't! I was—" I was about to say something after I finished answering, but Mr. Wu Da suddenly reached out to stop me.

Mr. Wu Da stopped looking at me, and slowly turned around to look at the sky again. After a long time, he suddenly lowered his head and said, "It must be, but who will the Zhou family offend? Who is so determined to harm the Zhou family? Some things don't make sense, if someone wants to destroy the old man's private house, then the child Chu Qi will definitely hinder them from doing business, so how can they let this child go? It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense! Sigh..."

I am very hungry and thirsty now, and I really want Mr. Wu Da to get some water to drink, but seeing him muttering to himself endlessly, I can't interrupt him suddenly, but his words But I vaguely understood a few words, and then asked: "Fortune teller, did you say that someone wanted to kill people from Uncle Zhou's family? Could it be that I was also killed by them?"

Mr. Wu Da said coldly without turning his head: "It looks like this, but you should have been killed by them now, but you are still alive, it is really puzzling..."

I opened my mouth, and now I really want to scold this stinky fortune teller, what is it that I should be dead, should I be so damned?

The pain and itchiness in my body became more and more intense, and my mind gradually became more and more drowsy. I wanted to refute a few words, but at this time I couldn't say anything.

Mr. Wu Da came to me again, first opened my eyelids to look, then pinched the corner of my mouth to look at my mouth, this guy was painful, but I was powerless to resist, then he looked again I looked at my fingers, and lifted my blouse to look at something. I felt aggrieved, what the hell was wrong with the fortune teller, he ignored my angry eyes, and finally took off my shoes, looked Look at my toes.

"It's an evil spirit! But the size of the dragon ditch is also a dragon vein. With the blessing of the dragon energy, how could there be such a strong evil energy? It seems that this matter can only be found out from the grave of the old man Zhou!" Wu Mr. Da talked to me, then hurried into the inner room, and after a while he came out holding a yellowed ancient book, frowning and flipping through it.

There are three seal script characters on the book cover. I only recognize the first and third characters, "Xuan" and "Fa". The middle character has too many strokes and I can't read it.

"Mr. Big! Is Mr. Big here?"

Although I was unconscious, I could still hear the voice of Uncle Tuesday. Uncle Tuesday was already in his fifties. People in the valley would look old after the age of 50. Uncle Tuesday’s hair was half white. Wrinkles piled up on his skinny face, he was of medium build, and he was wearing a gray coarse cloth Tang suit. After hearing this, Mr. Wu Da immediately closed his book and walked out.

"Mr. Da, the dharma altar has been set up. You can start the altar now." Outside the door, Uncle Zhou said to Mr. Wu Da with a little respect.

Mr. Wu Da nodded, but immediately looked back at me. At this time, Uncle Zhou also glanced at me inadvertently. I could feel some disappointment and anger in his eyes. In short, he didn’t have the kindness and kindness before. Some are full of indescribable indifference. Could it be that Uncle Zhou also thinks that I, the unlucky ghost, was responsible for the destruction of Mrs. Zhou's tomb?

I am speechless, I know that nothing I can say now will change the fact that the tomb has been destroyed, and I, the unlucky ghost, will take the blame for those who did harm for the time being.

Mr. Wu Da nodded slightly, and said solemnly: "You keep everyone within a radius of three feet from the grave, I will go to the altar right away, by the way, the child in Chu Qi was rushed by the evil spirit, if not treated in time, it is very likely How about this, Chu Qi's incident was caused by the tomb, let someone carry him there, and when the time comes to find the source of the evil spirit, I can get rid of him as well!"

Uncle Tuesday didn't look at me again, but nodded slightly to Mr. Wu Da and said, "Okay then, I'll arrange people right away."

In this way, I was carried to the Longgou cemetery by two men in the village on a bamboo frame. In fact, anyone with my weight and a little strength can lift it up, but don’t forget my identity. The person who can disown me is Absolutely will not touch me, of course, except for this pair of bamboo shelves.

Almost all the people in the village came to the Longgou cemetery, the elderly, children and women who gathered together to tease, and the rest of the farmers gathered around three feet away from the grave, waiting for the command of the village chief, Uncle Zhou, at any time.

I was thrown on the edge of the broken stone tablet. Everything here is still the same as what I saw last night. Maybe this is what Mr. Wu Da ordered, and there is still a faint smell of blood in the big hole of the tomb. Breath, smelling this smell, I actually feel inexplicably comfortable, and the pain and itchiness in my body are also relieved a lot. On the contrary, the muddy thoughts in my mind are gradually getting heavier. I am very scared, very afraid of this feeling.

Ever since he came to the edge of the tomb, Mr. Wu Da’s face has not been in a good mood. First, let irrelevant people wait as far as possible. I reached out and wiped the hole, and when I took it out, it was already stained with a trace of black liquid, and the smell of blood in the air became stronger, I think it was the smell of the black liquid.

"This...is this tortoise blood? No good!" Mr. Wu Da turned pale instantly, stepped back abruptly, and said to Uncle Zhou: "Dig the grave immediately, hurry up!"

The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became extremely cold. Uncle Tuesday’s eyeballs were covered with red silk, and old tears rolled around in the eye sockets. It would be uncomfortable to say that this matter was placed on anyone. Yesterday, the old man was sent to Let's go, now don't say that you haven't passed the first seven, you haven't even passed the whole day of your opponent, but you want to open the grave of the old man, this. . .It is indeed a bit difficult for others, but no one can refute Mr. Wu Da's words, because everyone knows that he will not make rash assertions about anything, and since he said he wants to break it, then he must break it!

Several dealers lifted the soil on the tomb with a big shovel three or five times, and what appeared in front of them was the birthday coffin of Mrs. Zhou. The bloody smell in the air became more and more intense, and Mr. Wu Da's face There is no reason for the white and bloodless, only to hear Uncle Zhou look at the old man's birthday coffin and cry non-stop: "How could this happen?! How could this happen!!"

I tried my best to raise my head, and the coffin in front of me made me slump down. I will never forget that one glance. The lid of the coffin was turned upside down, and there were several rows of large rusty iron nails on the lid. Around the iron nails, there are bloodstains!

"This is a nine-nailed coffin?! No... it's... a turtle's blood nail?! It's a turtle's blood nail!!" Mr. Wu Da staggered back a few steps, and couldn't help bumping into the altar. The incense was knocked over, and the things on the table fell to the ground with a "crash"——

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