Zhang Jinsheng smiled bitterly and said, "That's a donkey's tail hanging hammer. It's a few turns away. Even my brother-in-law can't get any benefit from it, let alone me. He was polite to me because he was concerned about whether I had any goods. Otherwise, with the way he looked down on the poor, how could he care about a poor person like me?"
Shen Bing curled her lips and said, "I hate people like this the most."
I smiled but said nothing. It's useless to hate it. It's the society that hates it. You can't change the status quo. I said to Zhang Jinsheng, "Go back. Let's go into the village and take a look. Maybe we can get back by noon."
"Everyone is here now, I'll take you in."
I shook my head: "You'd better listen to me and go back to buy some beef and wait."
Seeing my serious expression, Zhang Jinsheng nodded and said, "Okay, then you guys go quickly and come back soon." After that, he walked back.
I looked at Shen Bing and whispered to her not to run around and to be careful, then we walked towards the village entrance. The village was quiet, and there was no one on the small dirt street, which made us feel very strange. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and it felt cool. The leaves fell down. When I looked up, the leaves were withered, and some were even yellow, just like autumn.
This village is so weird!
According to the approximate direction Lin Mengxi said, we walked along this dirt street and turned into an alley, and saw the lonely house without a courtyard wall. My heart couldn't help but tremble. It was the same scene I saw in Baihua Valley. There was a stone mill on the left side of the door, but it was quietly stopped there, exuding this mysterious smell.
"Isn't this that dead old woman's house?" Shen Bing said angrily.
I put my index finger to my lips and hushed her, then took her hand and slowly walked forward.
The wind became stronger, and the big trees swayed continuously, looking like they would break in half. Shen Bing's clothes and long hair also fluttered in the wind, looking very elegant, like a fairy.
The door was blown open with a bang, which made us tremble at the same time. We stopped two meters away from the door and looked inside. The light in the room was very dim, but we could see clearly that the furnishings were still there, the old eight-immortal table, and a blank tablet on the table behind the table.
There seemed to be no one there, so I took two steps forward, stood outside the door, and stuck my head in to look. There was no one on the kang either, and the old woman was not there!
I held a few copper coins in my hand, took out two evil-repelling talismans and handed them to Shen Bing. I put one on my chest and chanted a spell before walking into the door. I looked around and didn't find anything eye-catching, but there were two sleeping bags on the kang. They were left by us. The old woman was good at picking up ready-made things and using them herself. In addition, there was a shovel with mud on the side of the door. Shen Bing picked it up and looked at it, with an angry face. It was probably this tool that was used to bury her alive.
"Why isn't that old woman here?" Shen Bing asked gritting her teeth.
"Maybe he went to visit someone." I smiled.
"How did you know?"
"Guess."
"… "
We didn't find anything unusual and were about to leave, but I suddenly felt that there was something wrong with the tablet, so I turned around and walked back to the table. I picked up the tablet made of yellow paper and turned it over. My heart was immediately startled. The words on the back read: "The tablet of my beloved daughter Zhang Xuehan"!
It turns out that the soul being worshipped is that of the deceased daughter. This is not a secret at all. Why is it hidden and written on the back
There was also a circle in the lower left corner of the tablet with a big "injustice" written in it. This made me think of the woman who died unjustly in Baihua Valley. Could it be Zhang Xuehan? Even if it was, how unjust could it be? Could it be more unjust than Dou E's? All the flowers turned white at once.
There are too many cases of unjust death in the world, too many to count, and it is hard to tell which is the most unjust or the worst, as they all have a tragic story. At most, they become evil spirits after death, or they become the rare Moon-Shaped Evil. When I thought of this, I was moved. Could this Moon-Shaped Evil be Zhang Xuehan
But even if he turned into this kind of evil ghost, it would be impossible for him to have the power to shake the world, create a murderous tomb, kill countless people, and let his mother order the ghost to work. It is simply unheard of.
Just as I was thinking about it, Shen Bing poked me with her arm and whispered, "There's someone outside!"