It's such a sunny husky. The stones just piled up are very large, but they turned into small pieces. Moreover, when we walked in the village, we saw trees but couldn't see the village, and when we entered the village, we were very strange. I said excitedly: "No, this road is different from when we came. The location of the stone millstone and the stones piled up at the entrance of the village have also changed."

Hearing this, the blind man fell into deep thought and hurriedly took out a handful of glutinous rice from his backpack, threw one handful of them towards both sides of the path. Then, he sprinkled a handful of lime at the place where we were staying, pointed his sword together, and clamped a talisman like a magic trick. With a buzzing sound, the yellow talisman started to burn.

Immediately afterwards, I took out a burning incense stick from my backpack, lit it with the talisman fire and handed it to me.

He reminded me: "Hurry, follow the direction of the fragrance."

The blind man said that the smoke that can be produced by burning incense burning. The smoke moves in the direction of air flow. As long as you walk in the direction of wind flow, you will definitely be able to walk out.

I'm very puzzled, is this really OK?

There was no choice but to follow the direction of the smoke. We wandered around the village for a long time until noon, and then we successfully walked out.

Only then did I see the true face of Mount Lu.

It is an ordinary villa like our Banwan Village.

The ancient tiled houses bring you to your eyes, they are all old houses that have experienced the years.

The village is silent.

I guess many families have already gone to work.

We came to the east end of the village.

It just so happened that Old Man Jia is a blind friend, which makes it easier for us to inquire about Liu Fangfang.

As long as Liu Fangfang is the female ghost in red, then our Banwan Village will be saved.

Thinking of this, I felt excited.

When I arrived at the east end of the village, I saw Old Man Jia’s home from afar.

The high walls are covered with cactus.

"This should be Old Man Jia's home."

When I came to Old Man Jia’s house, the front door was made of an old wooden door, and the couplets attached to the left and right sides had faded.

Just as I was about to go forward and knock on the door, my body suddenly shook.

"ah……"

Suddenly, I couldn't help but scream.

The blind man responded with a sharp horse stance and made an attacking posture, protecting me behind him.

He shouted anxiously: "Xiao Tang, what's wrong?"

Looking at the old wooden door, I was in a bad mood.

On the wall at the gate, I saw a blood-red palm print. The blood was still fresh, drops of blood ticking down the wall and downwards.

The traces passing by look terrifying.

In this strange village, it can create a strong sense of visual impact.

In my mind, I couldn't help but think of the old man carrying a hoe I met on the mountain road. There was a pool of fresh blood on the hoe handle.

It's terrible to think about it carefully,

Suddenly, they widened their eyes. Could it be that they would kill people?

The more I think about it, the more I feel fear.

In addition, the weird old lady in red unconsciously felt her scalp tingling.

"Blind, there is a bloody palm print on the wall, and the blood is still fresh..." At this moment, I was afraid.

I feel like the whole village is leaking evil.

No wonder many people dare not come to this village.

Hearing this, the blind man felt as if he was facing a great enemy, his expression changed, his thick eyebrows frowned slightly, and he seemed to be nervous, and he said in a low voice: "It's a little strange."

The people in this village are indeed as different as the rumors.

Forcibly controlled his inner fear and knocked on the door with a tough bullet.

"Is anyone at home?" I patted the door and shouted.

There was no movement in the house.

I suddenly felt an unknown premonition in my heart.

Could it be that the old man killed someone just now!?

This handprint is obviously about the same size as the handprint on his hoe.

The more I think about it, the more I feel something is wrong.

Or maybe we were thinking too much, did Old Man Jia get up early and go to work?

"Blind, this old man Jia seems to be not at home." What should we do? We can't afford to delay time. If we delay one more minute, half a bowl of village will be more dangerous.

There was no movement in the house, and I couldn't help but speak, "Blind, do you think this village is very strange. The whole village is very quiet. In the morning, I didn't hear the crowing of chickens, nor did I hear the barking of dogs, and there were no crowing insects around me."

At this moment, the door suddenly opened. The sudden scene scared us both.

A man in his thirties walked out of the house.

The man looked haggard, Yin Tang was black, had severe bags in his eyes, and was in very poor spirits.

When he saw us, he said in a very unkind tone: "Who are you looking for?"

His tone was very stiff, just like the old man.

There is no way. In order to find the truth as soon as possible, I had to respond with a smile: "May I ask, is this Mr. Jia's home?"

The man looked at me curiously, looked at me with a few glances, and said with a little confusion: "You are..."

The blind man then continued: "Oh, you are Old Man Jia's son, I am his old friend. I went to Banwan Village today and happened to pass by here and came to visit him."

Seeing this, the man's face calmed down a little. He heard that he was his father's good friend, so he immediately invited him, "Oh, please come in, you two, please come in, you are the one who is watching the fragrance. My father mentioned you to me during his lifetime."

Hearing this, the blind old hand couldn't help but tremble, and his emotions became excited in an instant, and he said sternly: "Birth...was your father passed away?"

The blind man's reaction was beyond my expectations.

It seems that since I met the blind man, he has always been as calm as water and as stable as an old dog. Even when we were on the bus, we were about to rush into the big reservoir, he was still calm.

So, who is this old man Jia and why is the blind man so excited?

The man looked around as guiltyly. After confirming that there was nothing around, he whispered to us: "Two, come in quickly, don't stay outside for a long time."

Then he invited us into the house and immediately closed the door, as if he was afraid that something would follow us.

Old Man Jia’s home is in some ages, with dilapidated old tiled houses that are extremely old.

There is also an old stone platform in the center of the yard, surrounded by several stone stools, and the side is covered with moss.

The yard is full of fallen leaves.

It feels very abandoned.

Entered the house.

There is an Eight Immortals Table in the living room, and there is also a portrait of Old Man Jia.

I sat down with the blind man, and the man brought us two cups of tea.

After chatting, we found out that this person was named Jia Dashan and was the son of Old Man Jia.

I heard that Old Man Jia passed away, the blind man looked sad, as if he had lost his closest relative.

It is estimated that the relationship between the blind man and Old Man Jia is not ordinary, and he definitely does not look like an ordinary person.

He was in a heavy mood and said in a deep voice: "How did my brother go?"

Damn,

Brother...Brother?

Could it be that this old man Jia is the blind man’s target?

Jia Dashan put down the teapot, looked depressed and sighed: "My father got drunk half a month ago. On the way home, he accidentally fell into the ditch. When we found out, he had no breath, and he had just entered the soil last week."

As he said that, he looked sad, heartbroken, and very sad.

Upon hearing this, the blind man's blue-black old face became even darker, and the wrinkles on his forehead had several layers.

He sighed in a low tone: "So that's it, no wonder you are covered in earthy smell. Please feel sorry for me. I don't know where my brother is buried? I want to go and incense sticks for him."

Upon hearing this, Jia Dashan hesitated, looked outside, and said, "This... my father was buried in the back mountain, but it's getting late now. I'll take you there tomorrow."

I'll do it,

I suddenly ran away.

Isn’t it just noon? Why is it getting late? Are you talking lies with your eyes open?

Just as I was about to speak, the blind man on the side hurriedly stopped me.

All right,
To be continued...