Strange Spiritualist: My doll can really manifest

On the rugged mountain road in the night, an old man led a few young men with flashlights walking up the mountain.

Those young people said in dialect: "Uncle Clan, you, don't be angry, the wind has been tight recently, the Zhang Long who used to interact with us suddenly had an accident, and now you can't buy sacrifices with money!" "

Zhang Long had an accident, what about his father?"

"Doll, didn't you read the news? His father Zhang Hui also had an accident on Caiyun's side, and the evil door is very bad!

"This dog thief! Give us a price increase every year, he deserves an accident! "

Uncle

Zhilin, or-" Suddenly, the old man walking at the front of the group turned around and looked at the young man behind him who had just opened his mouth to call him "Uncle Zhilin".

Although his face was wrinkled, his eyes showed a fierce energy, and there was a blood-stained scythe hanging from his waist, so that as soon as he turned around, several young people behind him all stopped in a daze.

"Didn't your parents teach you not to call other people's names directly when walking on this road at night?"

"Unless that person runs in front of you, don't answer when he calls your name, and don't look back when he taps you on the shoulder! Lao Tzu is not teaching you, Lao Tzu is teaching you the truth of saving your life!

The young man immediately bowed his head and said, "Yes, I'm sorry! I didn't remember for a while! The

old man stared at the young man with fierce eyes for a long time, and looked at the young man with a straight face.

He turned his head to look at the others, "Now there are about ten families left in the village, and several of you are young descendants in the village, and if something happens to his Zhang family, you can't find the sacrifice?"

While speaking, the flashlight in the old man's hand passed by several young people's faces one by one, and everyone who was illuminated by him lowered their heads, not daring to say a word!

The old man said coldly: "Laozi, you say, for three years, our village festival in Qianzhi Village is all using fake things to fool you, this time we must use real moo!"

"What kind of life you have lived in these three years, you know!"

"Do you want to live the same life as you did three years ago? The mother-in-law sent it to the door, digging in the golden pimple field!

"Now shh? Mo said that it was a mother-in-law, a wild dog ran over at the entrance of the village, and Lao Tzu now looks at the two dogs, the sows are all soothing!

"I want to live the kind of life before, and if I can't buy sacrifices, I will steal, deceive, and rob!"

"This is how the way of the world is, there will be no pie in the sky! Everything needs to be fought for by ourselves!

"After three days, if the village sacrifice can't bring out the offering, Lao Tzu will choose one of you as a sacrifice!"

After that, the old man turned around and walked back to the front of the team, and behind him, the young people lowered their heads and snorted, not daring to come out of the atmosphere.

The group did not walk far away, and suddenly, a shout sounded in the thick night behind several people: "Uncle Clan! Uncle Zhilin! The

old man walked straight forward as if he hadn't heard it, as did the few young men behind him.

Brisk footsteps sounded from behind everyone, "Uncle Zhilin Clan! Meddlesome!

"Listening to this voice, it seems to be Zhiying?"

A few young people stopped slightly, but seeing that the old man was still walking forward with his head down, they could only continue to follow.

Soon, the sound of footsteps coming from the night behind him got closer and closer, "You guys wait for me!" Straight bridge, straight sun!

One of the youngest looking young men in the group instinctively wanted to turn around, but then, "Don't look back!" A

fierce cold shout sounded from the front of the team, almost frightening the young man's soul away!

"Yes, yes!"

The young man said in a trembling voice, and then lowered his head and walked forward silently.

Several people quickened their pace and walked for a while, and the footsteps behind them also accelerated.

Finally, after a while, the footsteps sounded behind the last of several people.

"Snap!"

Naohashi felt a sudden sinking on his shoulders, "Naohashi! Why ignore me?! The

young man named Naohashi remembered the old man's words, did not look back, did not make a sound, and walked forward with his head bowed.

Then, he found a black shadow that seemed to be holding something past him, and "snapped" on the shoulder of Zhiyang in front of him, "Zhiyang!"

Zhiyang did not answer, did not look back, and walked forward with his head down.

The black shadow continued to move forward, patting several people on the shoulder along the way, and calling everyone's names at the same time.

At this point, these people can already determine that there is something wrong with the black shadow.

I can't see the specific appearance of the black shadow in the night, it sounds a bit like a young man in the same village, Zhiying, but if it is really Zhiying...

How could he do such a taboo thing in the village on this mountain road?

Thinking about it, several young people all began to tremble.

At this time, the black shadow also ran to the front of the team, "snapped", and patted the old man's shoulder!

"Uncle Zhilin, I found the sacrifice!"

As a familiar voice sounded, followed by a fearful child's voice: "This, where is this?"

Upon hearing this voice, the old man trembled, "Where and where?!" He

immediately turned away!

Suddenly, the old man saw a descendant in his village, holding a little boy and looking at him!

The old man immediately laughed, "Hahaha! Naoying? What are you doing this time!

At this time, the young people looked up at the black shadow, and saw that it was indeed a young man from their own village.

It's just that the man's face seemed to be a little ugly, and he handed the little boy he was holding in his hand to the old man and said, "Uncle Clan, here you go!"

"I still have to go down the mountain first!"

The old man frowned, "It's at the entrance of the village ahead, what's the matter?"

"The mountain road is too narrow to get on the bus, and my parents are still waiting for me at the bottom of the mountain!"

"The village festival after three days?"

"Uncle Clan, don't worry! Our whole family will definitely come to the village festival! Don't shut us out then!

"What are you talking about?! How could that be?!

"Good! Uncle Clan, then I go first? We'll see you in a few days!

"Well, I'll see you in a few days!"

"Uncle Clan..."

"Huh? What do you want to say?

"Nothing, see you in a few days!"

After that, the man turned around and ran into the mountain road under the thick night behind him, and soon disappeared.

The old man holding the boy looked at the dark mountain road and frowned: "Don't take a flashlight, black rumble, run into the ditch to get boo?"

After that, he looked at the little boy who was holding him, "Little one, hehe..."

The boy grinned at him, as if looking at something very novel.

Dingding -

at this time, the old man's mobile phone rang.

But the old man did not go to take it, and he was reluctant to hold the sacrifice in his hand.

It wasn't until the phone rang for a long time that the old man impatiently held the boy in one hand and took out the mobile phone with the other to connect.

"Hello? Which are you?

"Hello, Municipal Traffic Police Team, you are the village manager of Qianzhi Village, right?"

"What's wrong with you?"

"That's right, a man named Zhiying in your village, about two hours ago, his car had a car accident on the road below the mountain."

"It's a pity that his own situation is more tragic, there is no need for rescue, but his parents have already sent first aid, and there is a little boy in the car, only a little frightened, not injured - "

Snap!

The signal suddenly broke.

The night breeze blew, and the old man's ears still lingered on Zhiying's words that he had just heard.

"The mountain road is too narrow to get on the bus, and my parents are still waiting for me at the bottom of the mountain!"

"Uncle Clan, don't worry! Our whole family will definitely come to the village festival! Don't shut us out then!

"Good! Uncle Clan, then I go first? We'll see you in a few days!

Suddenly, the old man only felt cold.

No, not that he himself was cold, but that the child he was holding in his arms was cold.

Immediately afterwards, a child's voice with a cold rancid smell sounded from his arms

- "Hee-hee! Hello, Grandpa? "

......

At the foot of the mountain, on the side of the road, the scene of the car accident.

A traffic officer looked at his phone suspiciously and muttered, "What the hell signal?" "

He tried to call back and couldn't get through.

It is common to have a bad signal in the mountains.

After speaking, he turned his head to look at a little boy behind him with big eyes and snot and tears on his face, and said with concern: "Little friend, are you sure that several people in this car are not related to you, right?"

The boy nodded and choked: "I, I don't know them, they said to take me to see the goldfish, and after driving away, for a long time, I was hit by a big car!" "

......

On the hill.

Just as the old man answered the phone, behind them, a pale ghost hand with corpse spots and blood stains appeared!

The ghost hand trembled and squeezed a lit stick of incense and inserted it into the stone in the middle of the mountain road.

Suddenly, all the communication signals in the mountains disappeared.

From this second, the small mountain village in the deep mountains in front of me is insulated from the world.

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