When I returned to my grandma¡¯s house in the town from Meishan Village, I immediately went to the back room to see the blood coffin. Looking at the blood coffin, my heart was quite complicated.
I was born and brought back from a random cemetery by my grandma. I lived with my grandma in the town for more than ten years, and she never mentioned a word about my parents.
When I was a child, I asked my grandma, she always said that my parents were traveling far away, and I asked too many questions, so I became indifferent.
Although grandma is very strict with me, I can also see that she actually loves me a lot. If the life-extending thing can bring her back to life, I must bring it back.
Thinking about going out for a long trip, it may take a few days to come back, I cleaned up the house, and when I went out to take out the garbage.
? I met Chen Laodao who lived across the street, and was lying leisurely on the back of the rocking chair at the door with a cattail fan, humming a little tune.
The sound of me taking out the garbage disturbed him. Chen Laodao sat up and looked at me, pointed at me and yelled strangely, "What's wrong with you? You look uglier than a ghost. This is a big deal for you!"
This old man has a fortune-telling shop in the town street, and he calls himself Daoist Chen, but I know that this old man is a serious and honest leader.
Some time ago, this old man was punished by the relevant department because he might tell fortunes to others, and then let them report him with the slogan of promoting feudal superstition.
The old man has never been married in his life, so he relies on fortune-telling to cheat some money to make ends meet. Now that he has no customers, his life is not easy.
His fortune-telling is not accurate once, and every time he starts with "you have a big event".
I know the details of the old man very well. I admire his shameless bragging ability when he has no other skills.
? According to the old man, there is no one who can do Feng Shui, divination, five elements and eight trigrams Qimen Dunjia for five thousand years.
As far as the circle of metaphysics is concerned, his old man ranks among the top three, and his colleagues are convinced.
I frowned and ignored it, and walked into the house with the broom in hand. The old man quickly stopped me and said, "Tsk tsk, if I read correctly, there is a breeze hanging around your neck, and your soul is dying!" ran out."
Having said that, the old man took out a palm-sized mirror from his body, and let me take a look at it.
I took a look in the mirror half-believingly, and it was true that my two eye circles were frighteningly dark, and my face was lifeless.
The old man continued, "I look at your face, the atrium collapses, the gate is closed, the four white holes are black, but the Yintang is red and scary. This is a typical ghost opening the door. If I guess correctly, you have met Something bad."
In fact, thinking about it carefully, what happened in Meishan Village yesterday was indeed very evil, so I don¡¯t need to say more about what the old man said was bad.
Could it be that he was really fooled by a blind cat and a mouse, right?
I looked at him suspiciously, and dubiously told what happened in Meishan Village yesterday.
The old man sniffed his nose in front of me, and smiled, "I'm not talking about what happened to you yesterday, but the ghostly aura you have on you You were taken by a powerful ghost, right? Tsk tsk tsk, Look at your snow-white complexion, it is three points whiter than that of a dead person You need Gu Yang to do it, otherwise your soul will be taken away by ghosts, hehehe"
When the old man said this, I understood, he was talking about Feng Qingming.
Seeing me standing there in a daze, the old man reached out and grabbed my wrist to feel my pulse, "This pulse condition is really rare That ghost seems to have left a lot of evil essence in your body, hehehe, essence Blood coagulates, yin and yang merge."
My face is a little hot, and the old man seems to be hiding something. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com