"Wow!"

I felt extremely nauseous in my chest. I opened my mouth and retching, but I didn't vomit anything. Then my whole body became numb and soft, and I tried my best to move, but suddenly my eyes turned black and I knew nothing...

I woke up again and was actually lying in the dilapidated temple. What caught my eye was the ancient paintings on the wall. Because of the eternity of time, moss was faintly growing, and my eyes moved. I saw Mr. Wu at the door. He was frowning at this moment, looking up at the already bright sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

Just as I was about to move, a turbid and messy thought suddenly appeared in my mind, followed by an unbearable and complicated feeling of pain and itch all over my body, as if there were millions of ants chewing in my body. Under the itchy itch, it was covered by a severe pain. I gritted my teeth and looked up to sit up, but how could Mr. Wu jumped over to me and pressed me down with one hand.

"Don't move!" Mr. Wu scolded seriously.

I have often seen Mr. Wu’s expression that seems to be owed two hundred taels of silver, but as long as he has such an expression, it means something is going to happen, and it is definitely not a good thing!

"Fortune teller... in my body..." I squirmed with my dry lips to express my feelings, but I didn't know how to express them.

Mr. Wu glanced at me, then sighed deeply, and said, "You don't have to say anything at the seventh day of the lunar month. I know that you are feeling very uncomfortable now. I am trying to cure you, but you have to tell me one thing honestly!"

I am now feeling uncomfortable by unknown things, so hearing this is naturally a key point.

Mr. Wu looked at me cautiously and asked, "Before you fainted, have you walked into Old Master Zhou's nanny?"

I...I remember when I turned around, I seemed to have taken a few steps, but at most I could walk back to my original position. The original position was at the door of Mr. Zhou's verbal house. I was sure I didn't walk into the verbal house!

"I didn't! I was-" After answering, I wanted to say something, but Mr. Wu suddenly reached out to stop him.

Mr. Wu stopped looking at me, slowly turned around and looked 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 determined to harm the Zhou family? But it is also a bit unreasonable. If someone wants to destroy the old master Zhou's cemetery, then the child in the seventh day of the lunar month will definitely hinder their work. How could they let this child go? It doesn't make sense, it doesn't make sense! Alas..."

I am so hungry that I want Mr. Wu to get some water to drink, but seeing him muttering to himself endlessly, I couldn't interrupt him suddenly, but I vaguely understood a few words of his words, and then asked: "Fortune-teller, why do you say someone wants to harm Uncle Zhou Er's family? Am I also being harmed by them?"

Mr. Wu said coldly without looking back: "It seems like this, but you should have been killed by them now, but you are still alive, which is really puzzling..."

I opened my mouth and now I really want to scold this bad fortune teller. What is it that I should be dead? Should I die?

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

Mr. Wu came to me again. He first opened my eyelids and looked at me, then pinched the corner of my mouth and looked at my mouth. This guy hurts, but I was powerless to resist. Then he looked at my fingers and lifted my shirt down to see something. I felt so frustrated and frugal, the fortune teller was doing. He ignored my fiery eyes, and finally took off my shoes and looked at my toes.

"It's right to be a quarrel! But the size of Longgou is also a dragon vein. Since it is protected by the dragon energy, how can there be such a great quarrel? It seems that this matter can only be found from the grave of Mr. Zhou!" Mr. Wu said to myself to myself, then hurried into the inner room. After a while, he walked out with a yellowed ancient book, frowned and frowned.

There are three seal characters on the cover of the book. I only know the first and third ones, "Xuan" and "Fa". There are too many strokes in the middle.

"Mr. Big! Is Mr. Big?"

Although I was drowsy, I could still hear Uncle Zhou Er's voice. Uncle Zhou Er is already fifty years old. People in the valley look old after they are fifty years old. Uncle Zhou Er's hair is half white, wrinkles are piled on his thin face, and he is of medium figure. He is wearing a gray coarse Tang suit. After hearing this, Mr. Wu immediately closed the book and walked out.

"Mr. Da, the altar has been arranged, and you can open it now." Outside the door, Uncle Zhou Er said to Mr. Wu with a little respect.

Mr. Wu nodded, but immediately looked back at me. At this time, Uncle Zhou Er glanced at me inadvertently. I could feel a little disappointed and angry in his eyes. In short, there was no sense of kindness and intimacy as before. Some were full of indescribable indifference. Does Uncle Zhou Er think that Mr. Zhou’s grave was destroyed?

I was speechless. I knew that nothing I said now could not change the fact that the grave was destroyed. And I, an unlucky person, have naturally temporarily punished those who harmed others.

Mr. Wu nodded slightly and said seriously: "You make sure that no one is allowed to get close to the grave within three meters. I will go to the altar immediately. By the way, the child in the seventh day of the lunar calendar was hit by evil spirits. If he was not treated in time, it is likely... It's better to do this. The seventh day of the lunar calendar was caused by the grave, so someone would carry him away. When the source of the evil spirits is found, I can get rid of it together!"

Uncle Zhou Er did not look at me again, but nodded slightly to Mr. Wu and said, "Okay, I'll arrange people right away."

I was carried to Longgou cemetery by two men in the village on bamboo racks. In fact, anyone with a little weight and strength can be picked up, but don’t forget my identity. Those who can separate me from me will definitely not contact me, of course, except for this bamboo rack.

Almost most of the people in the village came to Longgou cemetery, with the elderly and children and women gathered together to make fun of each other. The rest of the dealer surrounded the grave three meters away and was always waiting for the village chief Zhou Er's command.

I was thrown on the edge of the broken stone tablet. Everything here was what I saw last night, and there was no change. Perhaps it was Mr. Wu's instructions, and the big hole in the tomb still emitted a faint smell of blood. Smelling this smell, I felt comfortable inexplicably, and the pain and itch in my body also reduced a lot. On the contrary, the turbid thoughts in my mind gradually became heavier. I was very scared, very afraid of this feeling.

Since he arrived at the edge of the grave, Mr. Wu’s face has not been better. First, let the irrelevant people go as far as they can, it is best not to surround them and watch them nearby. Later, after checking in front of the grave, Mr. Wu reached out and wiped it in the hole. He took out his hand and had a trace of black liquid. The bloody smell in the air became even stronger. I think it was the smell of the black liquid.

"This... is this turtle blood? Not good!" Mr. Wu's face pale in an instant, he took a few steps back and said to Uncle Zhou Er: "Dig the grave immediately, hurry up!"

The atmosphere in the venue suddenly became extremely cold. Uncle Zhou Er's eyes were covered with red silk, and tears were wandering around his eyes. It would be uncomfortable to say that this matter was on anyone. Yesterday, he sent the old man away in a magnificent manner. Now, let alone the first seventh day, he had not even passed the opponent for a whole day, but he had to open the old man's grave. This... it was indeed a bit difficult for people to refute Mr. Wu's words, because everyone knows that he would not make a rash assertion about anything. Since he said he wanted to open it, he must open it!

Several dealers took a big shovel and lifted the soil on the tomb in three or five seconds. What was presented to him was Mr. Zhou's birthday coffin. The bloody smell in the air became more and more intense, and Mr. Wu's face was pale and bloodless. Uncle Zhou Er kept crying as he looked at Mr. Zhou's birthday coffin and shouted: "How could this happen? How could this happen!!"

I raised my head so hard that the life coffin in front of me made me sit down. Just that glance, I will never forget it for the rest of my life. The lid of the coffin was covered with a back cover, and there were several rows of large rusty iron nails nailed on the back, and there were blood stains around the iron nails!
Chapter completed!