Lao Zhen's wife didn't expect that there would be guests at home, so she didn't prepare enough food, but she still brought the hot rice and dishes to Song Jiang and others, while she gnawed a cold potato that had been cooked for some time. …
Song Jiang couldn't bear it, so he picked up a cold potato and said, "This food is good and nutritious. When I was a child, I liked steamed potatoes the most."
Lao Zhen was slightly stunned when he saw it. He didn't expect that this young man from the city would actually eat his own cold potatoes, so he quickly said to his wife, "Roast these potatoes on the fire..."
When the potatoes were brought back to the table again, each one had changed their appearance and looked golden, crispy and delicious. When Song Jiang saw this, he couldn't wait to pick it up and took a bite and said, "Don't talk about it, these cold potatoes are for use." The fire is slightly scorched, and it tastes really delicious..."
Perhaps it was because of Song Jiang's move that he inadvertently narrowed the distance between them, making the atmosphere in the room no longer as awkward as before. When Lao Deng saw this, he took the opportunity to say, "I brought the two of them here today because I wanted to make peace with them." Please inquire about the origin of that sister’s drum..."
Unexpectedly, as soon as he said these words, Lao Zhen's face turned gloomy again, "Why do you need to inquire about these things?"
Of course, Song Jiang couldn't directly say that he was helping ghosts find ghosts, so he smiled and said, "I write about the Internet. After hearing the legend of Sister Drum from Uncle Deng, I became very interested in the story, so I asked him to guide us. Came to visit you..."
After hearing this, Lao Meng casually knocked the dry tobacco pot on the edge of the table and said, "Those are not stories or legends, they are all things that really happened... If you just want to hear stories, forget it, sleep here tonight. Take a nap and please come back tomorrow morning!"
Upon hearing this, Song Jiang quickly said, "Uncle Zhen, listen to me first... listening to the story is just one aspect. In fact, our real purpose is to be entrusted by others and want to find the other side of Sister Gu!"
"On the other hand, Sister Gu? Do you think I'm a wholesaler here?" Lao Zhen said angrily.
"Of course not... We know that your ancestor was the great priest of an ancient tribe, so you should know that there must be more than one drum, right?!" Song Jiang said anxiously.
Upon hearing this, Lao Zhen frowned and asked, "Who are you? I didn't even tell Lao Deng these things, how did you know?!"
At first, Song Jiang didn't know how to explain to the other party. After all, the mute ghost brother and sister happened a thousand years ago. It was too nonsense to say that it was what happened to a friend's ancestor. In desperation, he had to lie about the reason why he became the ghost ghost brother and sister. The real reason why he wants to find the sister drum stems from a dream he has often had since he was a child...
Song Jiang then told Lao Zhen about the sacrificial scenes he saw in the memory of the mute ghost, and lied that these scenes would appear repeatedly in his dreams, so he had to find the scene in his memory no matter what. Face Sister drum.
After Meng Zhe heard this, he silently cast an admiring look at Song Jiang, thinking that you might really be making it up. Who would have thought that Song Jiang's nonsense actually convinced Lao Zhe, because he said some things. Regarding the details of the sacrifice, even Lao Zhen, a true descendant of the tribe, only knew a little about it, so he immediately believed Song Jiang's words after hearing it, and also suspected that Song Jiang was the reincarnation of someone from the original sacrifice... …
After hearing this, Song Jiang felt ashamed and thought, you must not regard me as your ancestor, otherwise your real ancestor will have to be brought back to life by me!
Now that the conversation has come to this point, Lao Zhen has nothing to hide. He first lit a pot of dry tobacco for himself, and then took a few puffs before saying in a deep voice, "You are right. , this Ajie drum did have more than one side back then...but every time there was a new Ajie drum, the old one would be destroyed."
"Ah...has everything been destroyed?!" Song Jiang asked with some disappointment.
Unexpectedly, Lao Zhen gasped and said, "Except for one thing... I heard my father say that during a grand sacrificial ceremony a thousand years ago, I don't know which link went wrong. The ceremony had just been carried out. Halfway through, a landslide occurred, crushing the entire altar underneath. All the elders who participated in the sacrifice and the chief priest at the time died tragically, and no one escaped.
Come out, not to mention the magical tools used for sacrifices. "
Upon hearing this, Song Jiang immediately asked excitedly, "Is the altar where the sacrifice was held in Cangduo Mountain?!"
Lao Zhen nodded and said, "It's in a valley deeper... But I advise you not to think about going to that valley. It's surrounded by miasma all year round. Wild boars and deer can't get out, let alone us." These are ordinary people."
After hearing this, Meng Zhe said, "Don't worry about this. We will have a way to get in. You just need to help us lead the way."
When Lao Zhen saw that Song Jiang and Meng Zhe had made up their minds, he sighed and said, "I don't know if it was because the sacrifices back then were too cruel, which caused our tribe to suffer retribution from generation to generation, and my son has changed." It has become what it is now. There are some things I have never said even to Lao Deng. In fact, the disease my son has is inherited in the family. In every generation of our family, someone will get this strange disease, which makes our family thin. By the time my generation is over, there will only be three of us in the family. Well... maybe I can help you find the altar in the dream to accumulate some virtue, and maybe it can undo the curse that has been weighing on us for generations?!"
Seeing that Lao Zhen finally agreed to lead the way for the two of them, Song Jiang suddenly felt happy and said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhen... I believe that good people are rewarded, and your son's illness will get better one day!"
When he went to bed at night, Song Jiang tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He was not worried about the dangers he would encounter when entering the valley tomorrow, but he was afraid that the drum had been buried in the soil for thousands of years. What should we do? !
"Where are your pancakes?" Meng Zhe said angrily at the side.
Song Jiang sighed after hearing this, "What if I still can't find Mei Duo's sister drum tomorrow?!"
Meng Zhe hummed, "Why are you thinking so much? Things have come to this point. If we can find it, we have to go into the valley tomorrow to try... Besides, even if we can't find it, what about the mute ghost? I believe it As long as the ghost of Mei Duo is still there, the two brothers and sisters will be reunited one day."
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