C15 Go to the back of the mountain to dig a grave

I went back to my bedroom and slept soundly, because these days, ever since the Gao family passed away, my nerves had been tense. China emphasizes to settle in the ground, and now that the Gao family has fallen into the ground, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief in my heart, just like a stone falling to the ground. My heart was so much at ease that I slept very soundly. It was past seven in the evening when I woke up.

When I woke up, I subconsciously reached for my phone. There was a text message on it. It was sent by Zhao Jiale, the barber. The message was short:

Feng, come to my house quickly. I have some activities tonight. Better bring some mushrooms.

When I saw that the time was ten minutes ago, I put on a coat and jogged back to Zhao Jiale's house. Zhao Jiale could tell that I had no heart, and he must have a way to deal with the matter of me being able to chase away the little ghost with a razor.

I kept muttering to myself as I held the mushroom in my hand. It was said that glutinous rice and garlic could ward off evil. Could it be that this mushroom could also ward off evil?

Zhao Jiale was just a few blocks away from my house. Zhao Jiale had married a wife a few years back, but later died of some unknown illness. Zhao Jiale's daughter-in-law didn't leave Zhao Jiale a child and a woman.

After the death of his wife, Zhao Jiale did not remarry. He lived alone in the ancestral house left behind by his father, he was like an ordinary person who grew peanuts and corn, and went to the market to shave other people's heads and earn some small money during big fairs. His life was very ordinary, and if it wasn't for the matter of Gao Lao Yi, no one would have noticed an ordinary bachelor like Zhao Jia Le in the village.

As soon as I entered Zhao Jia Le's house, I could smell the fragrance of meat. Zhao Jia Le was cooking chicken on the stove.

"Uncle Jia Le." Seeing Zhao Jia Le busying herself on the stove, I stared at the mushroom in my hand and hastily greeted her.

"Feng is here." Zhao Jiale grabbed the mushroom from my hand and poured it into the pot. He savored the soup and said with an intoxicated expression, "What a delicious chicken stew. Has Feng eaten yet?"

My face turned ashen. Damn, chicken stew with mushrooms. Zhao Jiale's reason for me to bring mushrooms was not to ward off evil, but to stew the chicken. Embarrassed, I said to Zhao Jiale, "I didn't eat it. Uncle Jia Le, didn't you say that there's an event going on tonight? "

"Then we still have to eat first." Zhao Jiale stirred the chicken stew in the pot and said to me, "You go to the house first. The chicken stewed with mushrooms would be fine after a while. "After we finish eating, we'll do something. This is physical work, we won't have enough strength if we don't have enough to eat."

"Sigh." I didn't eat since noon and was already hungry. When I smelled the fragrance of the stewed chicken and mushrooms, I started to salivate. If I had known that Zhao Jiale would invite me to have a chicken stew with mushrooms, I would have brought a few bottles of good wine from my supermarket.

I walked over to Zhao Jiale's room. The layout of Zhao Jiale's house was very simple. Normally, no one would come to the living room. There was a bed in the living room that served as a bedroom.

Folk have "360 lines, do not create" the expression. The patriarchs were all well-known people who had directly or indirectly initiated and supported their own profession. The carpenter, for example, was the patriarch. However, Zhao Jia Le's Master Grandmaster was the Second Master Guan. I don't know what this shaving business has to do with the shaver, but perhaps it's because Second Master Guan and the shaver both use knives.

"Feng, since you're here, kowtow to Second Master Guan." Zhao Jiale brought in a big porcelain bowl with a chicken stew and mushrooms and said, "Let Second Master Guan bless your safety."

When I finished kowtowing to Second Master Guan, Zhao Jiale had already scalded the wine.

"Come to Feng to accompany Uncle for a drink." Zhao Jiale poured me a glass of wine.

I hastily replied, "Uncle, I don't know how to drink alcohol."

"Come, uncle will let you drink." "How can a man not drink!" Zhao Jiale tilted his head back and gulped down all the wine in his cup. Then he stared at me.

I knew I couldn't avoid it. I lifted my glass and took a gulp. I felt a burning sensation in my throat.

I took the opportunity to ask Zhao Jiale, "Uncle Jiale, have you heard of the Ghost Eye?"

Zhao Jiale took a sip of the wine and shook his head, "What the hell are you staring at? I've never heard of it. "

"Sigh …" I sighed and told Zhao Jiale in detail about how I was stared at by the little ghost. Hearing that, Zhao Jiale's jaw dropped. He tried his best to swallow the chicken in his mouth. He used a flashlight to look at my eyes for a while before saying with a puzzled expression, "You really do have a little doll in your eyes."

When I heard that, I hurriedly asked Zhao Jiale, "Uncle Jiale, do you have any way to get this kid out of my eyes?"

"I do have a way." Zhao Jiale told me, "If I want to kill the baby in your eyes, I'll have to use my razor to cut out your eyes."

I didn't want to be a one-eyed man. I quickly said to Zhao Jiale, "Then let him stay in my eyes for the time being. "Uncle, let's drink."

The wine was cheap, but it had power. After drinking a few cups of wine with Zhao Jiale, my face had turned red and I was almost drunk. The chicken stew in the ceramic bowl was also finished. We burped and picked our teeth with toothpicks.

"Is Feng full?" Zhao Jiale asked with a burp.

"I'm full." I rubbed my stomach and said, "Uncle, didn't you say that there was an event today? "What kind of event?"

"Time to work after eating your fill." Zhao Jiale wiped the oil off his hands and took out two tassels. "Let's go to the back of the mountain."

I broke out in a cold sweat. "The back of the mountain? Wasn't the Gao Family's ancestral tomb located in the back mountain? Today, Old Man Gao and his family were buried in the back mountain. "

"That's right. We're just going to dig Gao Laoyi's grave. " Zhao Jiale said with a serious expression, "I keep having the feeling that something is amiss. The problem must be with Gao Laoyi. "

"And I think something will happen to our village if we don't find out about this." Zhao Jiale looked at me with a serious expression. His eyes were determined. "Feng, if you don't want to go, then go home. Uncle won't force you."

Zhao Jiale's words can poke into my point, I was born in Gaozhuang, my parents are also in Gaozhuang. So I have to find out what happened to Takeshi. I resolutely said, "Uncle, I'll go with you."

Zhao Jiale nodded and patted my shoulder. "Good job! "Don't worry, with uncle here, nothing will happen to you."

In the middle of winter, every household in the village had long since closed their doors. I texted my parents and told them I was sleeping at the supermarket. He took a flashlight with Zhao Jiale and headed to the back of the mountain.

I finally understood why Zhao Jiale wanted me to drink at his house. The wind in the mountain blows loudly, wails and howls fill my neck, I shiver from the cold. If he didn't drink a few cups of wine, his body wouldn't be able to withstand it. Besides, drinking alcohol can also strengthen one's courage.

We quickened our pace. From the moment we entered the mountain, there had been a lantern in the sky that had been circling above us. We were fast. I somewhat anxiously asked Zhao Jiale, "What is this thing? Is it the will-o '-the-wisp? "

"Hmph." Zhao Jiale looked up and said, "It's just a ghost possessed by a coffin nail. It can't hurt people. At most, they would be scared, and if the timid ones scared out their souls, they would be taken. "Don't worry about them."

I was relieved when I heard that the thing above my head couldn't harm anyone. But there was something flying overhead. I said, "Why do you want to scare people out of their wits? What good would it do them? "

Zhao Jiale seemed very willing to help me with my literacy. "Of course," he said. Lonely Spirit was actually a type of energy body. As time passed, this sort of energy would become increasingly weak. A lone ghost, like a human, would probably feel that it was better to die than to live. It would frighten the souls of the living to eat and replenish its own energy, so that it could exist for a longer period of time. After all, a human's soul is an energy body like a ghost. "

I sucked in a breath of cold air. I had long since heard of those who would walk at night and come back crazy. Perhaps it was this thing that scared them out of their wits, causing them to go crazy and stupid.

I thought, if this thing wandered around our village, what would happen if people in the village were scared out of their wits? Absolutely not. I said to Zhao Jiale, "Uncle, is there any way to destroy this thing?"