My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

Since the village chief was covered in black dog blood, no one noticed his expression just now. But when they heard him talk about the river, everyone looked at him in a mysterious way.

This river basin is very strange. Many people who went there before were drowned in the river. The village chief is very lucky to be able to come back alive!"

"That's right. It looks like the coffins in the river need to be cleaned up. Otherwise, who knows who will be possessed next time!"

"If a kid gets naughty and runs to the riverside, and is dragged into the water by the 'thing' in the river, it will be the end of us!"

"What do you mean by this life? That means you're going to lose your life!"...

At this time, the village chief shook his body, then quickly looked at Aunt Liu and said, "Mother, since I'm fine now, please untie me quickly. Why do you keep tying me up?"

Aunt Liu suddenly remembered what Tiezhu had said to her, that after pouring the dog blood, you have to dry it in the sun for a day, so she thought that if the village chief suddenly had something to do, the villagers would have to run a trip again, so she said, "Dad, just be patient. The master said that after pouring the black dog blood, you have to dry it in the sun for a day to force the evil out of your body! Otherwise, you will lose your life! Just listen to the master for saving you!"

The village chief frowned and thought to himself, I don’t even know any great master.
Moreover, he knew almost all the masters in the ten villages and eight shops nearby, and he had never seen any master with such great ability, so he asked in confusion: "Master? Which master?"

Before Aunt Liu San could say anything, she heard a villager nearby say, "It was the manager of the Yin Yang Inn you mentioned at the meeting two days ago. The manager said that if you want to completely cure your disease, he has to come in person, but someone has to go to his inn to place an order. By this time, Tiezhu must have already arrived at the train station!"

"We were wondering why this shopkeeper is so unkind. It turns out he is confident because he knows you are not going to die!" "Village chief, this Yin Yang Inn you found this time is really good. It's really good!"

The village chief then remembered that he had invited Mr. Wang to the meeting two days ago. Mr. Wang was from the Yin Yang Inn. So, it was the master of the Yin Yang Inn who saved him this time.

So he nodded and sighed: "Well, okay, Mr. Big saved me, so I'll just listen to him. Will I be fine after a day of sun exposure?"

Aunt Liu shook her head, looked at the village chief pitifully and said, "Tie Zhu said that doing this can only temporarily force the evil out of your body, and it will come back to find you in the future. Father, just bear with it for a while, and we'll talk about it after the master comes!"

"Ah?" The village chief turned pale upon hearing this, "You'll come back to find me?!"

The thought of eating a raw catfish made the village chief's scalp tingle. If this happened twice, wouldn't his people be gone? So he hurriedly asked, "When will the master come?"

Aunt Liu looked at the village chief and knew that he was also anxious, so she said, "Tiezhu has gone to ask for help. He will be back in two or three days. Just be patient!"

……

At the same time, three white Highlander SUVs just stopped at the entrance of Sanjiashan Village.

After the car door opened, several people got out carrying small boxes with "Kyoto Archaeological Research Association" written on them.

The entrance of the village was right in front of the river. After a few people got off the car, they looked at the Yangtze River and the village. Then a man said, "Chen Wenjin, the place we talked about before is here!"

Chen Wenjin nodded, and then looked towards the river. The village entrance was not far from the river, and it was only about a kilometer away, so standing at the village entrance, one could see the turbulent Yangtze River at a glance.

After a while, Chen Wenjin asked, "Does the people in this village see the ancient coffin?"

The man nodded, and then said, "Yes, and I heard from the people in their village that this coffin has been a scourge to them for many years."

"What's strange is that they only found this coffin a few years ago, and the strange things only started happening ten years ago."

"If this coffin is really causing trouble, it should have been more than just the past ten years."

Chen Wenjin looked towards the village, shook his head, and suggested: "Let's go find the village chief!"

"Let's find out about the situation in the village first. Dapeng, have you contacted the village chief? Is he at home today?" someone asked.

Dapeng put down his phone and looked at Chen Wenjin with a strange expression: "I did get in touch, but..."

"The person who answered the phone was not the village chief. I heard that the village chief seemed to be possessed by evil spirits and was preparing to go to the Yin-Yang Inn to ask the master to exorcise the evil spirits!" Dapeng explained.

"Yin Yang Inn? Exorcism?" Chen Wenjin looked at Dapeng in surprise, "Could they have been deceived?"

Dapeng shook his head and looked at everyone. Everyone knew that this was a different era. If you were sick, you would not go to the hospital, but would go to the Yin-Yang Inn. Wasn't this a typical ancient thought?
Although they didn't know what the Yin Yang Inn was, they generally understood that it was a mysterious place.

"Forget it, let's go over and take a look." Chen Wenjin sighed.

A few days ago, they had just completed an inspection mission and were returning to Kyoto by bus. On the way, they met two strange people, one of whom she almost mistook for an old acquaintance.

As soon as they returned to Kyoto, the Archaeological Institute received a piece of news: a very old coffin had appeared in Sanjiashan Village in the Yangtze River Basin. They guessed that there might be a large ancient tomb nearby, so the superiors assigned another task, so Chen Wenjin did not even have time to rest, and immediately brought a small team to investigate.

I just didn't expect the people in this village to be so superstitious. It's already the 21st century, and you have to queue up to see a doctor in the hospital, but there are still people who don't go to the hospital when they are sick, but instead go to a doctor.

Chen Wenjin couldn't help thinking to herself, this Yin Yang Inn sounds like the kind of place that only appears for shaman performances. It's likely that the village chief was deceived.

As soon as the group entered the village, they saw many villagers coming from the same direction. They stopped a villager and asked, "Brother, do you know where the village chief's house is?"

The villagers who were stopped looked at the archaeological team with suspicion, and after looking them up and down, they asked, "What do you do?"

Chen Wenjin stepped forward and showed his ID to the villagers: "Hello, big brother. We are from the National Archaeological Research Association. We heard that a very ancient coffin was unearthed here, so we want to come and investigate. Can you tell us where the village chief is? We have something to ask him." The villagers pointed in the direction of the village chief's house: "Go along this road. There is a big locust tree at the door. That's the village chief's house. But you came at a bad time today. A strange thing just happened in the village chief's house. It's a mess now. I guess he doesn't have time to entertain you."

Chen Wenjin exchanged glances with the archaeological team members behind him and continued to ask, "What happened to the village chief?"

The villager looked very secretive, shook his head and said nothing. He just glanced at the archaeological team again and left in a hurry.

This scene puzzled the archaeologists, who could not help but wonder: Isn't it just a ghost? They knew it, so why can't they even talk about it now?
Chen Wenjin looked back at her archaeological team members and said, "Let's go and take a look first. If it's not convenient for the village chief, we can go to the riverside to investigate."

……

As the sky gradually darkened, in the Yin Yang Inn, Hao Xie came to Zhang Hao's door and knocked: "Brother Zhang Hao?"

At this time, Zhang Hao placed four tablets on his desk, with the names of Zhang Hao, Zhang Qilin, Hao Xie and Fatty Wang written on them respectively.

Hearing Hao Xie's voice, Zhang Hao said calmly, "Come in."

Hao Xie pushed open the door and saw that Zhang Hao had placed four memorial tablets with a candle in front of each. He asked in confusion, "Brother Zhang Hao, what does this mean? Does Yin Yang Inn still have the rule of setting up memorial tablets for living people?"

Seeing that Hao Xie didn't understand, Zhang Hao pointed to four tablets and said, "You don't understand this, right? Setting up a tablet for a living person is called a longevity tablet, also called a fortune tablet. Offering a longevity tablet can be considered as accumulating more luck for yourself. Although the effect is not great, it is better than nothing. And by the candlelight in front of the longevity tablet, you can judge whether this person will be in danger in the near future."

"Ah? How do you see this?" Hao Xie asked in confusion.

Zhang Hao picked up the lighter and lit the four candles one by one: "If the candle flame is brighter and bigger, it means that this person is fine recently, and even has good luck. If the candle flame is dimmer and smaller, then you should pay attention, because it means that this person will encounter trouble recently, and may even lose his life."

After lighting his own candle and Hao Xie's, Zhang Hao smiled and said, "Look, our candles are so bright, which means we have good luck recently."

After saying that, he lit Zhang Qilin's candle again. But just as he was about to light it, suddenly an evil wind blew and blew out Zhang Qilin's candle.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Hao's heart suddenly trembled. This omen... is not good!

The room was unusually quiet at this time. Hao Xie also stared at Zhang Qilin's candle, and a bad feeling arose in his heart. Could it be...

Zhang Hao immediately lit it again, and this time the candle was not blown out. However, compared with the candles of Zhang Hao and Hao Xie, the candles in front of Zhang Qilin's tablet were pitifully small.

"Brother Zhang Hao, is Zhang Qilin... gonna get into trouble?" Hao Xie asked worriedly.

Zhang Hao was silent for a moment, looking at the candlelight in front of him, which was indeed pitifully small. He couldn't help but mutter in his heart. It was indeed a bit difficult for Zhang Qilin to drive the corpse over this time. Could something really happen?
But judging from the candle flame, it didn't seem to be life-threatening. But... when I lit the candle just now, I had a feeling that there was no mistake. There was no window in his room, and an evil wind blew in for no reason, blowing out Zhang Qilin's candle. This meant there was going to be a disaster!

Zhang Hao shook his head, patted Hao Xie on the shoulder and consoled him, "It's okay. Judging from the candlelight's appearance, his life should not be in danger for the time being. We can't contact him now, so there's no point in worrying. We won't be at the inn for the next few days, so please pay more attention to the immortality card."

Hao Xie nodded, and there was a hint of worry in his eyes.

At the same time, on a highway a hundred kilometers away from Chengdu, a van was speeding in the night. In the passenger seat of the car, a man was immersed in a sweet dream, but was suddenly awakened by a loud slap. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked around, and found that the slap came from the driver, Lao Huang. He asked in confusion: "Lao Huang, what are you doing?"

Old Huang looked terrified at this moment, his eyes were bloodshot, he stared at the road ahead, and said in a trembling voice: "Wang San, we may have run into something dirty."

Wang San was dissatisfied. His sweet dream was interrupted. He glanced ahead and responded unhappily, "What nonsense are you talking about? If you feel sleepy, let me drive. What kind of ghost is this? I have never seen such a thing in all my years of driving."

Old Huang pointed nervously to the left side of the road ahead and said, "If you don't believe me, just keep staring at it."

Wang San looked at Lao Huang in confusion, and seeing that he looked unusual, he began to feel uneasy. He looked in the direction of Lao Huang's finger, but did not find anything unusual at first.

"I didn't see anything." He said disdainfully, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly widened his eyes and saw a group of figures suddenly appearing on the left side of the road in front of him.

"Fuck, what's going on?" Wang San exclaimed. When he looked just now, there was clearly no one there.

Lao Huang slowed down the car to observe the group of people carefully. Suddenly, the sound of bells and gongs broke the silence of the night.

"Evil spirits, get out of the way, living people, stay away, evil spirits, please leave!" With this strange shout, the person leading the way threw out a handful of paper money. Then, the team of figures behind him took a step in unison, with extremely strange postures.

Old Huang was so frightened that goose bumps appeared all over his body. Although Wang San also felt palpitations, he still pretended to be calm and asked, "Is this a funeral procession?"

Lao Huang did not answer, but stepped on the accelerator and quickly passed the group of people, leaving them far behind. Wang San was shocked by Lao Huang's behavior, "Lao Huang, why are you driving so fast?"

Old Huang slowed down and said in a deep voice: "Did we just overtake that group of people? Look ahead again."

Wang San looked at Lao Huang in confusion, then turned to look ahead. Not long after, he was horrified to find that the same group of figures appeared on the road ahead.

"Is this a ghost wall?" Wang San exclaimed, "Turn around! This is too weird!"

On the highway, a sharp brake sound broke the tranquility of the night. The van braked suddenly at the fork in the highway, turned around, drove into another lane, and sped away.

In a tent on a hillside not far away, there sat ten people wearing camouflage uniforms and nine-headed bird armbands. When they heard the noise, they all looked towards the roadside. "Has there been a car accident?" "Have we been discovered?" (End of this chapter)