When we arrived at Shangqian Village, it was silent.

Only the rustling sound of insects adds a bit of desolation.

As soon as you enter the yard, there is a scattered country house that specializes in washing clothes and is imprinted in your eyes.

I had already inquired about Wang Laoliu's residence with the old man in the car.

There is a large jujube tree in the courtyard.

We saw it from afar.

The branches and sky cover the sky, which is much taller than ordinary jujube trees.

But this jujube tree probably has decades of rings.

We followed the path and came to the narrow home of the Eight Immortals.

The iron gates on the fence have been rusted.

The big lock on it is also rusty.

The yard inside was also full of garbage.

It's very shabby when it's good.

Especially the mud on the wall, it has been weathered.

Some moss suddenly grew on it.

It's quite some time.

I'm very curious,

Isn’t this Yang Laoliu very famous?

How could you live in such a dilapidated old house?

We don’t understand the world of masters.

If I have money, I must arrange high-end, elegant and luxurious villas, fine wine and food, luxury cars and beauties.

Maybe, this is the difference between me and the master.

Entered the house.

Knocked at the door.

The person who opened the door was a man with high cheekbones, gray temples, dull face, wrinkles on his face, which made his face as rough as a tree bark, and he looked like a vicissitudes of life.

A short hair seemed to be covered with white frost.

It's a bit unreasonable.

A pair of big eyes had already been deeply sunk, shriveled and dull.

A pair of rough big hands were covered with earthworm-like blood vessels, and the weathered face was full of wrinkles, as if it recorded his hardships over the years.

After a closer look, his fingers seemed to be unable to straighten, with deep calluses inside and outside, and his whole body looked like a small rake made of branches.

Thin and haggard.

He had little flesh all over, and was as thin as an old osprey.

Listeningly,

Next to his dark face, he was so white that he was scary and bloodless, just like a dead person.

If it weren't for the pair of deep-sleeping eyes that had a hint of brightness, I would have felt that he was a dead person.

After a closer look, his eyes were filled with a different kind of spirit and brightness.

I rarely see such sharp and bright eyes, unless it is on Baiyangdian.

He looked us up and down and said in confusion: "What are you?"

Since we came, we naturally knew Lao Liu’s rules.

no way.

If grandpa dies, he must be buried as soon as possible.

I don't have any better solutions either.

Time is tight, and we have no choice but to say straight to the point: "Master, we are from Banwan Village. We come uninvited. We will bother you, sir, don't blame me."

Yang Laoliu had a stiff expression and was very indifferent.

He said coldly: "Speak quickly if you have something to do, and let go if you have nothing to do. What are you asking for me?"

"Master, something big happened in Banwan Village. I beg the master to think of his old love. Master... Please help us..." I know that Yang Laoliu has stopped carrying the coffin for a long time.

If we blurt out directly, we will definitely be turned away.

I heard that we are from Banwan Village, and Yang Laoliu's old face instantly became even colder.

I immediately refused.

He waved his hand quickly and said, "Two, I am so embarrassed. I, Yang Laoliu, have already closed my door to practice immortality, turned a blind eye to the things outside the window, and only read the books of sages. Old man, I have already withdrawn from the world. Besides, I can't handle the affairs of Banwan Village. Please go back."

I was anxious as soon as I heard this.

Grandpa said Banwan Village, now it is a group of demons dancing, mixed with fish and dragons, and the situation is quite complicated.

Before dying, my grandfather told me that it would be best to invite the Eight Immortals to go to the coffin.

Grandpa paid for me and his life.

I can't bear it.

No matter what, I have to satisfy my grandfather’s wish.

Before I could speak, Yang Laoliu seemed to have guessed the purpose of our arrival, sighed and said, "Go back, I can't do anything about your Banwan Village."

I don't want to die, the body will be harmed by those evil spirits.

Hearing the rejection, I went out for my grandfather, and I immediately knelt down and begged Lao Liu for help: "Master, please save us."

Yang Laoliu was unmoved.

The big bull on the side was also quite excited, and immediately knelt down with me, saying firmly: "Eight Immortals, if you don't agree, I won't get up. Please help us, we really have nothing to do."

I believe Yang Laoliu has heard of the strange things in Banwan Village.

He sighed and said helplessly: "Hey, it's not that I don't want to help, but that I'm not capable enough. The matter in Banwan Village is very strange and I can't handle it. You should hire another expert."

As she said that, Yang Laoliu took out a large dry tobacco pole and started smoking.

A pair of turbid old eyes appeared in the smoke.

Usually, these old men, with such an expression and the strong smoke, are enough to show that they are already thinking in their hearts.

I'm not willing to give up.

Grandpa has died for me, so I must do something for my grandpa.

He couldn't help but speak, "Master, you are the most famous immortal in our radius of a hundred miles. If you don't even dare to go, please ask, who else dares to carry the coffin easily? By then, things will not be so easy to control. Do you have the heart to see our Banwan Village become a ghost village?"

Listen to me.

Suddenly, Yang Laoliu fell into silence.

This time, he didn't speak.

I just kept my head shut and smoked a lot of cigarettes.

He was silent.

This shows that he hesitated.

He stopped talking, and suddenly,

The atmosphere became quiet, with only Yang Laoliu's scream of smoke.

From Yang Laoliu's words and deeds, I can see that he is not a ruthless person.

However, just as the old man said on the train, a few years ago, there were eight people in Yang Laoliu’s funeral team. That time, seven people died when he carried the coffin.

This is a matter of life and death.

What's more, it's our Banwan Village.

Now, our Banwan Village is panic because of the incident with the female ghost in red.

There are even those bizarre and weird things that are daunting.

If it weren't for my grandfather, I would have run away long ago.

Only a master-level figure like Yang Laoliu can deal with this kind of thing.

We didn't dare to disturb us either.

Everyone was silent like this.

Although I was very anxious inside, I didn't even dare to speak out for fear of disturbing the master.
To be continued...