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"Uncle, how come you don't even recognize me? I was Erya, who lived in the east end of the village when I was a child." Shi Yi said as he turned down his flashlight: "My father died, my mother remarried, and I haven't been back for many years."

Arya? Remarry?

The old man scratched his head and couldn't remember it, but since it has been so many years, it is normal that he has no impression of it.

Thinking of this, the old man smiled and said, "No wonder you look familiar to me. I saw you when I was a kid. Why are you back so late at night?"

Shi Yi sighed: "I am busy working and making money during the day. The cost of living in the city is high, so I dare not ask for leave casually."

"That's true. Young people are under a lot of pressure nowadays." The old man nodded in agreement, and then asked, "What's the matter with you coming back?"

Shi Yi looked up and looked around, then said in a sad tone, "My mom hasn't been feeling well lately and she keeps dreaming about my dad. I want to go to my dad's grave and take a look, and then ask someone to look at the Feng Shui to see if he misses my mom and wants to take her away."

Master Quan lowered his head silently.

Section Chief Yang, who was wearing a headset, also twitched his eyes.

There was a certain personal vendetta in her words.

The fellow Taoists parked their car behind the nanny van, stretched their heads forward and looked forward, they could see three people standing at the intersection and talking.

"No matter how you look at him, he looks like an old man from the village. Nothing strange about that, right?"

"What on earth do these Sawadeeka want to do?"

"Wait, look at the sky above the village..."

Zuo Yun suddenly spoke.

All the fellow Taoists looked up and squinted their eyes to see what was happening.

The village was not big, but there were dozens of households. Under the moonlight, the sky above the village was inexplicably covered with a faint blood color.

The Taoist friends were surprised and asked, "Is it a formation?"

Daoli shook his head: "I don't know."

Regardless of whether it is a formation or not, this is an abnormal phenomenon.

Everyone's expressions became solemn.

the other side.

After hearing what Shi Yi said, the old man had a strange expression on his face, and said hesitantly: "If you want to find someone to look at Feng Shui, why don't you just forget it..."

Shi Yi took the opportunity to ask, "Uncle, do you know anyone who can tell Feng Shui?"

The old man looked around, took Shi Yi's arm, and walked to a darker place.

Master Quan quickly followed and stared at the old man, as if to determine whether he was aggressive or not. If so, he would hit him in the face.

Fortunately, the old man was not aggressive. Instead, he walked over and said, "You just came back. You don't know. People in our village were struck by evil spirits a few days ago and all had a strange disease of vomiting black water... I suspect your mother may have been touched by evil spirits..."

Shi Yi said with a troubled look on his face: "I'm telling you the truth. Not only does my mom dream, she also talks nonsense... Damn! Anyway, it's very scary! Please save my mom!"

The old man looked at her with embarrassment, and after a struggle he finally said, "There is a deity in our village now. If you go and worship her, your mother might get better. If you can bring your mother here, she will probably get better faster."

immortal?

These idiots really dare to talk nonsense!

Shi Yi complained in his heart, his eyes widened exaggeratedly: "Third Uncle, are you serious? Where is it? Take me to worship! Save my mother!"

She squeezed her throat and her voice almost split.

Master Quan: “…”

No wonder I don't have to film, it's so scary/cover my face

Section Chief Yang silently took off his headset and cleaned his ears.

The old man looked at Shi Yi, whose hair was about to stand on end in anxiety, and was a little dumbfounded but also a little understanding. After all, his family's lives were involved. He hurriedly said, "Erya, don't worry. It's not time yet. It will be out at ten o'clock. Do you see the small square over there for dancing? The gods will come down by then. Let's go and worship them and tell them about your situation. The gods will help you."

Shi Yi turned his head to look at the place where square dancing was taking place and raised the end of his eyebrows slightly.

It seems that the sacrifice took place here.

She turned back and asked in confusion, "If the gods come down...wouldn't it be offensive if they dance?"

The old man smiled and waved his hands: "It's okay, it's okay. They are all believers. They are dancing in the square here just to wait for the time to come and worship the gods directly."

A cold light flashed in Shi Yi's eyes.

So these people are all sacrifices.

Seeing that Shi Yi was silent, the old man hurriedly comforted him, "Don't worry, I will introduce you later. The gods will definitely help you."

Shi Yi was touched: "Thank you, Uncle San."

The old man tilted his head and glanced at Master Quan: "Who is this..."

Shi Yi raised his hand: "My stepfather."

Master Quan spoke passively: "...Hello."

The old man smiled awkwardly: "Haha, you accompanied Erya to see the previous one, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard at all, it's all for... the mother of the child, hehe."

Master Quan pulled the corners of his mouth and his fingers almost broke his palms.

Shi Yi was calm and composed, not panicking at all. He even glanced at the direction of the cars on the roadside and said to the old man, "Uncle, it's almost ten o'clock. Shall we go to the square together?"

The old man was a little hesitant.

Those people said that they must not let outsiders know that there were fairies in their village, otherwise the fairies would run away and never come back.

After much thought, he decided to introduce her to Shi Yi, after all, her mother was dying.

It's been several days. It's impossible that someone would come in today without me watching, right?

The old man raised his hand and said, "Let's go in. No matter whether your mother is related to the strange disease in our village, the gods will definitely have a way to cure it."

He was hunched over slightly, with his hands behind his back, still holding a flashlight.

Shi Yi followed him slowly, chatting with him from time to time and asking about the situation in the village over the years. But her hands were not idle. One talisman after another fell in various places and then disappeared.

When Section Chief Yang saw them getting farther and farther away, he immediately led his fellow Taoists over there.

The street lights in the village are not on all night and are turned off at 10 pm.

This is probably why ten o'clock was chosen.

When Shi Yi walked to the small square, the music had almost stopped.

The old man turned on the flashlight, shone it to the side, then turned to Shi Yi and said, "There's a spot over there. Let's go stand there first. We'll be closer to the immortal later so I can help you say something."

Shi Yi said sweetly: "Thank you, Third Uncle!"

The old man smiled and took her and Master Quan over to grab a seat.

The lady who also stood over asked the uncle: "Who is this? Is she your relative? This girl is really pretty, but... she looks a little familiar."

The old man said in a panic, "This is Erya from the east end of our village. Her father died and her mother remarried. Now something happened and she went back to visit her ancestors' graves. I was thinking..."

He raised his head and hinted to the aunt.

The old lady understood immediately and patted Shi Yi on the shoulder: "Don't worry, Erya, our god is very powerful! A few days ago, everyone in our village got a strange disease, and it was useless to see a doctor. It was the god who came down to save us."

"Thank you, aunt!"

Shi Yi thanked him politely and glanced around.

Almost everyone present was over 50 years old, and there were also a few children aged seven or eight following their grandparents.

The old lady saw her look and sighed, "The child's parents are working outside, and the cost of living outside is high. They only come back to get together during the Chinese New Year. We can understand that."

Shi Yi nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

She has no right to blame parents or the elderly.

Because the life of ordinary people is indeed not easy.

But she hopes this incident can serve as a warning.

Click!

All the street lights were turned off, including the lights in the small square.

The moonlight was covered with a faint blood color, making the surrounding vision chaotic and not very clear.