The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 973
But when things got to this point, I had no choice but to bite the bullet and give it a try.

I took a deep breath and asked Meng Baolu, "Old village chief, is there an ancient well in the village?"

As far as I know, in a village with a long history like this, there must be wells in the village, and the wells are generally ancient wells.Wells were a must-have facility before there was running water in the village.And in such a remote place, even if there is tap water, this kind of well is necessary.Because tap water may not be available for a long time, this kind of underground well water will become the most common source of water for villagers.

So water wells can be said to be one of the necessities of the village.

Sure enough, Meng Baolu nodded: "Of course. The wells in our village are very old, at least hundreds of years old."

I nodded: "That's it...you looked for that person and one corpse, but did you look for that well?"

After I asked this sentence, my heart was also pounding. If Meng Baolu said that he had looked for it, he didn't.Then we will be completely screwed, and then I can only take them around the village, and then I can't get out of here in despair.

Suddenly Meng Baolu's eyes lit up: "Master, you mean, they...they are at the well..."

Seeing Meng Baolu's expression, I felt more confident.They really hadn't looked for the well.

Meng Baolu went on to say: "But...it's unlikely... After the accident, including the disappearance of the dead body, we have been using that well. We haven't found anything..."

I shook my head: "I think that ancient well is the most likely place. The water in the well is cold, especially this ancient well, which is a rare hiding place for those yin creatures."

Meng Baolu's complexion changed slightly, and he said, "well water is yin, and I know that. But we have used that well for so many years, and nothing has happened to it. If it is as you said, it is a rare hiding place for yin things. After so many years, isn't there a lot of... a lot of things hidden in the well?"

I waved my hand: "If everything in the world wants to exist for a long time, it must be inseparable from the four characters of yin and yang balance. This kind of ancient well has been passed down from ancient times. In some places, the wisdom of the ancients is far beyond our imagination. This small well, There are also yin and yang. Well water is yin, but the potter's wheel on the well platform is yang. The ancients would engrave simple scriptures on the potter's wheel, and every time the potter's wheel is turned, it is a process of chanting. .Nature will restrain the coldness of the well water..."

Of course, most of my theories are derived from my third uncle.

At that time, I heard him tell me these things, most of them were listening to stories.I didn't expect that when I got here, my accumulation of these things would have a great effect.

When I tell these things, even Meng Baolu, who is quite familiar with Yin and Yang, has never heard of them.

After hearing this, he was dumbfounded and said: "I didn't expect this ancient well potter's wheel to have such a configuration? I also used that potter's wheel to fetch water, why didn't I find this... Besides, since there is a potter's wheel to suppress the well water, then The evil should not be able to hide in the well water."

I nodded: "Then there is only one possibility, that is, there may be something wrong with the scriptures on the potter's wheel."

Pang Dahai waved his hand: "I said, let's not talk about wars on this paper. We are guessing here and there. It's not too late. Let's go out to the ancient well to see if it's over? If those two things are really in the well, let's take them away." Get it out."

Meng Baolu glanced at me, and I nodded, it will happen sooner or later.No matter how thoroughly we analyze in the room, it will not have any effect on the outcome of the matter.

And whether I can make my own analysis come true, I can only speak with facts.

I glanced at the time, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon.

Meng Baolu strode to the yard, wanted to open the door, but seemed to remember something, turned back and went into the house.

After a while, he actually came out with a gleaming knife.

I only glanced at the knife and was instantly attracted to it.

That knife is not an ordinary knife at first glance.The blade is very narrow, and the handle is wrapped in black oilcloth, with some patterns engraved on it, which looks antique.

But this ancient rhyme was completely covered up by a blood groove on the knife.Under the direct sunlight, the blood groove on the blade glowed with a dark red light.

It was a kind of bloody light.No need to ask, this knife must be something that Meng Baolu relied on for his survival as a cattle butcher.Maybe it was passed down from the ancestors. This kind of evil weapon must have a strong deterrent effect on those ghosts and evil spirits.

For this kind of family tradition, there must be good things handed down from the ancestors.These things are all fine products that have been baptized by the years and passed through the ages.It is a supreme sharp weapon that has been honed countless times.

The reason why Meng Baolu took out this knife must be because he was afraid of going to the ancient well, so that he could defend himself in case of any accident.

Meng Baolu wiped the blade of the knife with his hand, gritted his teeth and said, "Old man, I haven't used it for a long time, and I have to trouble you again this time."

It can be seen that Meng Baolu suffered a setback at the burrow last time, and let himself lose face.He must be holding back a lot of energy in his heart. There is a high possibility that there are evil spirits haunting the village. This is also arousing the murderous intent that has settled down in his heart.

Meng Baolu, who was full of evil spirit, made his eyes look a lot more ruthless.

Fat Dahai looked at Meng Baolu's knife, and suddenly asked: "Old village chief, I know that by killing pigs. When you killed cows before, did you also wear something like an apron?"

Meng Baolu nodded: "That's right. It's a kind of leather apron."

"Putting on that leather apron will also have a protective effect," Pang Dahai reminded.

I just realized that the ancestor of Pang Haihai's family was also a butcher butcher. It was only later that he didn't want to do this job, so he came out to work.So he is no stranger to this line of work.

After being reminded by Pang Haihai, Meng Baolu went back to the house and found the leather apron, took it out and said, "This thing is dead, I don't wear it. Anyone who wants to wear it can wear it."

"You don't wear it? If you don't wear it, I'll take it away..." Pang Dahai hurriedly brought the leather apron over, and said to me again: "Boss, you might be in danger if you put this on. "

I didn't expect this fat man to really miss me, but looking at the apron, I quickly waved: "I don't wear it either."

Fat Dahai tilted his head to look at it, and said helplessly, "I don't want to wear it, so I'll wear it."

As he said that, Pang Dahai unfolded the leather apron and put it on himself, which made him look a little funny.

(End of this chapter)