dragon hunter

Chapter 36
When I came to Luoyang Village again, I found that it had completely changed, and the whole village was shrouded in a strange atmosphere.

The huge village is quiet, every house is closed, and there is no trace of fireworks.

"Blood...blood everywhere...all dead..." A lunatic woman with disheveled hair ran towards this side with a wicker in her hand.

"Fatty Master checked the almanac, it's not suitable to go out today, let's go back?" Fatty Wang, a coward, started to retreat when he saw that the situation was not good.

The lunatic woman ran over waving a willow stick, looked at Fatty Wang with her head tilted, then stepped back in horror, pointed at him and shouted, "There is a ghost, there is a ghost hanging from your neck!"

Fatty Wang was so frightened that he stretched out his hand to touch his neck, and became angry from embarrassment, "Let's go, Fatty specializes in subduing demons and demons, and all evil will not invade."

"Yo, I haven't seen you for two days, Brother Fat has become a lot prestige." A delicate voice came from behind us.

I turned around and saw a pretty girl standing by the side of the road, who is that girl if it's not Li Xiaolei?
"Why are you here?" Fatty Wang turned around with a look of surprise.

Seeing Fatty Wang's face, Li Xiaolei was taken aback for a moment, then laughed wildly, pointed at him, "Brother Fatty, did you make your face like this on purpose? It's very good at avoiding evil."

Fatty Wang covered half of his face with his hand, hesitating, "I...I don't want to either. When I wake up, my face will be like this."

"Don't laugh at him, I heard that Zhong Kui, the magistrate of the underworld, was born with a yin and yang face." The second uncle said a rare humorous sentence.

After talking and joking, I felt that the tension in my heart was relieved a lot.

When I asked why Li Xiaolei appeared, I found out that Ma Huang Po had fallen ill, and asked her to come to us before she passed out, but she was a step late, and there was no one in the store.

"You are finally here." The old villager walked over tremblingly.

"How is the situation, has it eased?" I saw that the village could not feel the breath of living people at all, and I was very disturbed.

"Sin! I said long ago that the deeds we have done all these years have harmed the peace of heaven, and now we have really suffered retribution." The old villager burst into tears.

"There is a problem with Feng Shui here, and the air of the earth veins has been sucked away." The second uncle took out the compass from his cross-body bag, with a solemn expression.

"Could it be that someone secretly caused all these strange things?" I couldn't believe how powerful that person must be who could curse all of us silently.

"It doesn't seem artificial. The situation is very weird, and I can't say for sure." The second uncle walked up to the old villager and stared at the other person's face.

"I...what's wrong with my face?" The old villager was flustered by the second uncle's stare, took a step back, and touched his face with his hands.

"Crying brows, dark blue face, these are symptoms of a lack of earth energy in the body." The second uncle walked to the residential house on the side of the road, "How are the others?"

"It's not very good. Some got strange diseases, some went crazy, and some hanged themselves. Everyone is afraid to go out now." The old villager followed closely behind the second uncle.

On the rope in the corridor of the residential house on the side of the road, there are some clothes hanging to dry, both men and women, but the condition of the house is a bit abnormal.

The door of the house was tightly closed, and a big rooster with its neck cut was hanging on the door, and the blood of the rooster was flowing all over the floor.

There are several mirrors, large and small, hanging on the window beside it. The room is quiet and looks extremely eerie.

"What's the matter with this family, won't they all die?" Fatty Wang was timid, shrank his neck and dared not come over.

"It's not that weird things keep happening in the village, people are panic-stricken, and all kinds of messy means of avoiding evil have been used by everyone." The old villager blushed a little, and explained with an embarrassed expression on his face. He walked over and patted the door, "Old Mrs. Zhao , open the door, and I invite the expert over."

The closed door opened with a "squeak", revealing half of a tense face.

A middle-aged woman in her 40s, with disheveled hair like a chicken coop, and nervous nervousness on her face, saw the appearance of the old villagers, turned sideways and looked at us cautiously.

I followed my second uncle and walked into a somewhat dark room. The lights were not turned on in broad daylight, and a person was covered under the quilt, and Chinese medicine was boiling on the stove. The room smelled a bit unpleasant.

"What is the smell in this room? It smells so bad." Li Xiaolei held her nose.

"Crackling" a sound of chattering teeth came from behind.

I turned around and saw Fatty Wang with a nervous expression on his face, trembling and pointing to the corner of the room, stammering, "Then... a ghost is squatting in that corner..."

The second uncle's complexion changed, he walked to the bed, lifted the tightly covered quilt, stretched out his hand to check the man's breath, and said in a low voice, "He is dead."

"No...Old Zhao is just sick...he is not dead..." Old Zhao's daughter-in-law couldn't accept this fact, and she read nervously.

I walked up to my second uncle and looked down. The person on the bed had been dead for some time, his face was black and full of pain, the blood vessels on his forehead were bulging, and he looked very ferocious. It smells rancid.

The second uncle said nothing, took out the compass, and pinched his fingers to calculate something.

"Nanwu Miaofa Lianhua..." There was a low voice chanting beside him.

I turned my face and saw that Fatty Wang had a solemn expression, clasped his hands together, and chanted Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, and the face of an old monk appeared faintly on the half of his face with the blue mark.

Isn't the old monk in the ruined temple already dead, as if he was on the fat man's body?I was taken aback and was about to speak when Uncle Er pulled my arm and shook his head at me.

After Fatty Wang finished reading the Buddhist scriptures, a strange scene happened. The pain on the face of the corpse lying on the bed disappeared, and the expression became peaceful and peaceful.

"Hey, why am I standing here?" Fatty Wang looked confused, looked around, scratched his head with his hands, and said in a puzzled tone.

I stared at Second Uncle, wondering if I should tell Fatty Wang what happened just now, but Second Uncle shook his hand.

Li Xiaolei stood by the door, staring at the bewildered Fatty Wang with thoughtful eyes.

The second uncle frowned and pondered for a moment, then suddenly reached out and grabbed the arm of the corpse. There was a thick and long black line on the other's wrist, extending along the arm to the heart.

My heart tightened, and I raised my arm to look. The thin black line on the wrist actually extended upwards.

"Curse! It's that lingering curse. What the hell is going on?" I yelled in my heart.

"Master, what happened in the village?" The old villager's voice trembled.

The second uncle did not speak, and walked out with a compass in his hand, and came to the village entrance under an old elm tree, looking at the terrain of the entire village.

"What happened to Fatty Wang just now?" I approached my second uncle and asked in a low voice.

"Zhumen pays attention to the cycle of cause and effect. The behavior of the fat man just now seems to be passed down from another generation." The second uncle replied in a low voice with thought in his eyes.

I remembered the scene where Fatty Wang bumped into the stone Buddha before the ruined temple collapsed, and the blood that flowed from his forehead mixed with the blood and tears of the stone Buddha.

"It shouldn't be. The river on the left surrounds half of the village, forming a jade belt around the waist, blocking the evil spirit of the mass graves. Why is all the energy of the earth veins here lost?" The second uncle's tone was full of puzzlement.

"Is the feng shui in the village related to the curse among us?" I asked suspiciously.

"A person's luck, misfortune, and good fortune are closely related to the environment in which he lives. If you want to find the source of the curse, you have to start with the changes in the village's feng shui." The second uncle explained to me.

"I'm dying of thirst. This place is so weird that Fatty can't even find water to drink." Fatty Wang just recited a long section of Buddhist scriptures, and his throat was dry.

"The vegetation here is lifeless, but the bamboo forest over there is not affected." I found an unusual place.

"That's the eye of the terrain, let's go and have a look." The second uncle walked towards the bamboo forest with a compass in hand.

The bamboo forest by the river is full of vitality, which is in stark contrast to the dry vegetation on the edge of the bamboo forest.

"This bamboo forest is quite old. According to my great-grandfather, it is called Zisha bamboo, which is born with a different species." The old villager came over and introduced it.

I looked at the bamboo grove, and the bamboo inside was indeed unusual, very thick, with a greenish-purple color, and looked very rich.

"Everything is born with spirituality, and the bamboo here is almost mature." The second uncle said with emotion.

"Look, the river is pitch black, and there are a lot of dead fish floating there, it stinks to death." Fatty Wang held his nose and pointed to the river.

"This river is polluted, go upstream to find clues." The second uncle walked to the river.

Before I reached the river, I felt a little cold, and the evil spirit here seemed to be particularly heavy.

"Be careful, there is something crawling out of the water." Li Xiaolei reminded in a hurry.

I saw a tuft of hair floating in the river, and I swam towards this side, and then a head emerged from the water. It was a woman with a swollen face, and her eyes bulged out like goldfish.

The woman's hair was stained with waterweed, and she crawled out of the river with her whole body wet. Her feet were gnawed to pieces by something, and she crawled towards us on all fours.

"This is the widow He in the village. Last night, I heard that Lao Yu, her neighbor, was missing. It turned out that she jumped into the river and died." The old villager's face was pale.

"She...she has many vicious faces on her body, and many ghosts hide in her body..." Fatty Wang was so frightened that he jumped up, howled, and ran behind us, trembling non-stop.

"There are a lot of things swimming out of the river." I looked at the fluctuating river water, and my voice was a little nervous.

The dark river water exuded a rancid smell, with many small bubbles and water marks, approaching the river. There was a rustling sound, and the things hidden in the river water revealed their true colors.

"What kind of monster is that? Why does the fish have legs?" Li Xiaolei's voice lost its previous charm and trembled.

Many rotten fish crawled out of the rotten river water. These fish were full of fangs, and two thin legs appeared in the belly of the fish. They bared their sharp teeth ferociously and ran towards us in a swarm.

"Quick... run away..." Fatty Wang stammered, unable to speak clearly because of his nervousness.

(End of this chapter)