My forehead was covered with sweat. I gritted my teeth so hard that my gums bled.
The smell of blood was in his mouth, so he could barely do anything.
I raised the guillotine sword tremblingly, my eyes almost popping out of my head.
I am the only one in Liulinzi. I can't expect anyone to help me save me. If I am killed by this old man, Liu Wensan will have no choice but to help me collect the body.
The old man's hand suddenly stopped, his expression suddenly became hollow, and he asked: "Cai'er and the old woman, did you ask you to chop down the tree?"
My heart was pounding, and I nodded without letting down my guard at all.
Suddenly, the wind blew in the willow forest.
There was a burning smell mixed in the wind, which was a bit pungent.
The willow branches in the forest were shaking constantly, and the catkins that had not fallen down from the previous year were flying in the wind. For a moment, I could hardly keep my eyes open.
I was so surprised that I barely squinted my eyes, but didn't close them.
I was also afraid that after asking this question, the old man would give me a stick on the head.
I have an intuition that it will definitely not be easy if he slaps me with a stick.
He might die...
But the wind comes and goes quickly.
In those few seconds, the wind stopped and the wicker swayed slightly due to inertia.
The old man disappeared, and in sight was a slightly thick willow tree with a gap I just made on it.
The white sap secreted out, and when it fell, it actually gave me a somewhat sad feeling, as if it was like tears, not sap.
The dizzy feeling in my head disappeared, and the burning and stinging feeling on my face disappeared.
I was so confused that I touched my face and shook my head to wake myself up.
His life was hanging by a thread just now, but he suddenly disappeared...
Did you let me go, or was it an illusion?
In fact, when I asked him just now, I had a guess in my mind. How could there be such a coincidence? This old man looks similar to He Caier?
Outside this Liulinzi is Mrs. He's home, and as the old man said just now, the lightning-strike wood will be left to his grandson...
Could it be that that man is Mrs. He's wife and He Caier's father?
While I was guessing, I walked back to the nearby lightning willow tree.
My heart shuddered.
Before, I walked to the front and started chopping down trees.
Standing behind the tree trunk at this moment, there are traces of a humanoid depression...
Even though there were layers of willow leaves, the traces of the human figure were particularly obvious. A burnt black stick with the same burnt black white silk wrapped around it was also inserted into the pit...
After hesitating for a moment, I reached out and pulled the stick.
With a soft whirring sound, the willow leaves mixed with the thin soil scattered all over the ground, and I pulled up the stick.
Along with what was being pulled up, there was also a pale arm skeleton...
My expression suddenly changed, but the white bones just let go of the stick.
The arm hangs alone outside...
Sweat flowed down his face and fell to the ground with a slapping sound.
I hesitated for a moment. I originally wanted to dig up the willow leaves and thin soil, but I was afraid of causing trouble.
He just covered the skeletal arm with soil, piled a lot of willow leaves on it, and then tried to insert the stick back.
As soon as it was inserted into the soil, it fell towards me.
It happened to fall on my waist, with the blackened white silk hanging on it.
"You want to give it to me?" I asked tentatively.
But there was no reaction at all.
My heart was beating fast, and I didn't put down the stick anymore. Instead, I swung the knife and continued to chop down the tree.
About ten minutes later, with a crisp crackling sound, the lightning-struck willow tree fell in the direction where I swung the knife. I put the knife on my waist, dragged the tree trunk, and walked out of the willow forest.
I was still cautious throughout the whole process, for fear that a raccoon would come out.
I don’t know whether it was because I chopped off the tail of a raccoon just now, or the fight between me and the old man scared the other raccoons, but nothing happened during the process of leaving the forest.
It wasn't until we were outside the forest that the sun shone on us, and the warmth dispelled the gloom.
Vaguely, I felt that something was still staring at me in the willow forest. I didn't look much, and continued to walk out, dragging the tree.
I have to say that the thickest part of this tree looks like a leg, but it actually weighs quite a lot.
It was such a short distance, but I was sweating profusely.
I took out my phone and checked the time. It was now half past twelve, which was already past noon.
After thinking about it, I felt suffocated. The old man came out just now. It must have been noon at twelve o'clock?
If he really wants to fight me, I can't beat him.
Suddenly I thought, Mrs. He already knew this?
There is a high probability that this man is He Cai'er's father. He died after the lightning struck the willow tree, and his ghost is still there, plus his ghostly appearance and this burnt mourning stick.
Could it be that his death happened at the same time as lightning struck the willow tree?
Mrs. He knew that he was guarding her, so she calculated the time for me to chop down the tree...
This test is truly thrilling and thrilling.
If I didn't have that observation ability, I wouldn't be able to escape the danger.
Even if I didn't react enough, those two blows might have killed me... It wouldn't have given me a chance to discover more details.
While thinking, I was almost at the entrance of the old village.
Li Ergen was still at the door of his house, waving to me.
Soon he ran over to help again. I was indeed exhausted and sweating profusely. Li Ergen, who was doing farm work, had a lot of strength and actually carried half of the willow tree on his body and dragged it forward.
There were a lot of people in the village at this point, and as soon as we entered the village, people came to help.
Ten minutes later, I returned to Liu Wensan’s yard.
At the moment, Liu Wensan was smoking in the courtyard, lying on a lounge chair with a wine bottle next to him, while He Caier was washing my bloody clothes from last night.
I didn’t see Mrs. He’s person.
When I entered the hospital, Liu Wensan stood up.
He looked at me with joy in his eyes, laughed out loud and said, "Well done!" It's still far from dark! Back so early!
The villagers who helped carried the lightning-struck willow tree and placed it in the yard.
He Cai'er also wiped her hands and stood up. She also smiled and said, "I went to call my mother to get up. She fell asleep holding Ku'er in her arms."
The next moment, He Caier looked at my waist steadily.
Her eyes suddenly turned red, and her face burst into tears.
He trembled and said, "Sixteen...where did your mourning stick come from?"
I was stunned for a moment and said it was from Liulinzi.
He Cai'er swayed and almost fell to the ground.
Liu Wensan stretched out his hand to support her.
I suddenly felt that things were not that simple...when I was about to speak.
With a soft creak, the door to her and Liu Wensan's room opened a crack, and Mrs. He slowly walked out of the room.
"Cai'er, go and put Ku'er back into the coffin." Her voice was calm.
He Caier pursed her lips, lowered her head and returned to the room.
Liu Wensan also looked thoughtful.
When Mrs. He arrived, I actually had a lot to ask, but there was obviously no chance to ask.
I think Mrs. He intentionally interrupted the conversation between He Caier and me.
Mrs. He looked down at the mourning stick on my waist and suddenly said: "He actually gave you this mourning stick."
"Luo Shiliu, you have good luck and bad luck."
I was startled and asked Mrs. He what she meant, but I didn't understand.
But I understand what Mrs. He said about this mourning stick. She really knows everything!
Mrs. He shook her head, and then called Liu Wensan again, asking him to clean up the lightning-struck willow tree, cut it off and put it in the woodshed. The tree should be kept and not touched.
I felt a little uncomfortable. It meant she wasn't going to teach me how to make a mourning stick?
The next moment, Mrs. He looked at me and said.
"The mourning stick on your waist is also made of lightning-struck wood. It belongs to Cai'er's father. This stick has hit a green corpse."
"If you get hit by it, ghosts will be frightened and people will be embarrassed. I'll teach you how to use it."
As she said this, Mrs. He took out her mourning stick, pointed it straight ahead, and let out a breath!
She moved very quickly, spread out her fingers, and held the wail stick firmly, with some of the white silk even wrapped around her fingers.
"Spread your five fingers, clench three inches, exert force on your forearms, and throw out your wrists."
"If you want to hit your forehead steadily, this is called a blow to the head!"
My Adam's apple couldn't help but roll.
I remember this action because I watched it more than the first time...
After hesitating for a moment, I asked: "Shen Po He, have you ever taught apprentices?"
