The third and third children also noticed the weirdness of the bride. They glanced at me and then at the bride, and hesitated for a long time without saying anything.
I knew in my heart that the third child was suspicious of me.
He was probably guessing whether he really didn't see anything last night, or whether he saw something but didn't want to say it.
We arrived at the entrance of the village, an old farmer's home.
We had inquired before we came here. The scapegoat in Wangjiacun came from this family. We heard that their son was killed by something dirty in the middle of the night. When we found him, he was already dead in the river and his body was soaked. It was swollen, and my nose and mouth were full of sand.
The house of the old farmer's family is very dilapidated. It is a small mud house from many years ago. It is so dilapidated that it looks like it is about to fall down.
I glanced inside, feeling a little sour in my heart.
I heard that this old farmer lost his wife in his early years and relied on his only son to support him in his later years. Unexpectedly, he was gone just as the child was getting married!
He is also considered a miserable person.
"Uncle, are you busy?"
The third child said hello to the old man digging in the yard with a hoe.
"Huh?" The old man murmured in confusion and slowly turned around, "Are you..."
The third child smiled, opened the half-open door and walked in.
"We are from Dongyang City. We were passing by and found that the Feng Shui here is a bit complicated, so we came to inquire about something."
When the old man heard this, his eyes lit up, he dropped his hoe and walked over quickly, asking in an urgent tone.
"Are you Feng Shui masters?"
The third child nodded slightly.
"yes."
When the old man heard this, his eyes immediately turned red, and he pulled us into the house as if he saw hope.
After pouring a cup of hot water for each of us.
The old man couldn't help but began to cry, tears sliding down his dusty wrinkles.
He said that his son Wang Ping was killed by dirty things and died unjustly!
The village avoided this matter and were not willing to help him at all.
He spent his savings to hire a few gentlemen who wanted to find out the dirty thing and avenge his son, but he didn't expect...the gentlemen left a message the next day that they couldn't afford to mess with the dirty thing, and packed up their things. Ran.
A month passed in confusion until I met us.
I sat quietly watching the old man sobbing.
The most frustrating and uncomfortable age in a person's life is when he is fifty or sixty years old.
At this age, once something happens at home, I can't help, and I don't have the body to do anything.
I fully understand how the old man feels when he can only watch his raised son die in frustration, unable to do anything.
After chatting for a while, the old man learned that we were here to solve this problem, and he happily told us everything.
He said... It rained heavily that night. His son Wang Ping was afraid that the rain would pour into the farmland and wash away all the seedlings, so he braved the heavy rain to dig ditches to drain the rainwater.
He was suffering from rheumatism that day and his whole body ached terribly. Thinking that Wang Ping was also in his twenties, he did not go with him.
But until the next morning, his son Wang Ping did not come back.
This time, he was anxious, endured the pain and hurriedly ran to the ridge of the field to check.
But there was no figure of Wang Ping on the field ridge, only a hoe covered with soil.
From this moment on, he had a premonition that something had happened to Wang Ping.
He mobilized the villagers to search for him for two days before he found his son on the river bank.
Wang Ping was washed ashore by the flood after the rain.
I asked him with some surprise, since he was washed ashore by the flood, how could he be sure that he was killed by dirty things?
The old man choked twice and spoke in a hoarse voice.
"There were many people who went out to clear the fields that night, including several neighbors. They told me..."
As he spoke, there was a trace of panic in the old man's eyes.
I asked a little impatiently.
"say what?"
The old man took a deep breath.
"They said they saw it with their own eyes. Not long after Wang Ping arrived at the ridge that night, he started talking to himself like crazy, talking about what he wanted to eat, and then walked towards the river."
"Then what?"
"Then they got curious and followed it. When they got to the river, they were so scared that they almost lost their wits."
My face looked a little ugly, why did this thing sound more and more weird.
I continued to ask.
"What did they see?"
The old man couldn't help but tremble slightly, and his tone became more choked.
"They saw Wang Ping squatting on the ground, holding a pile of sand in his hands, as if talking to someone, smiling and saying a few words to the air around him, then began to eat the sand by himself, and after blowing Even the insects and dead branches on the ground were not spared, and they were all stuffed into his mouth and eaten."
The more I listened, the colder my back became.
The old man also said that the two neighbors who saw Wang Ping thought that Wang Ping might be possessed by evil spirits and wanted to go down and wake him up.
But unexpectedly, just when they were about to go down to the river, a woman's cry sounded in their ears.
They looked over following the sound and saw a figure standing on the ridge of the field.
The figure looked directly at them, frightening them so much that they ran home in a panic without having time to think about Wang Ping's affairs.
After returning home, the two men became seriously ill.
It took two gentlemen to do it for half a month.
After listening to this, I had an idea.
After bidding farewell to the old man, we went to the river where Wang Ping died to have a look.
The third child looked a little ugly and asked me a question.
"What do you think is going on?"
I was silent for a moment and replied directly.
"Wang Ping encountered a ghost to treat him, and those two people probably encountered a real ghost, and the fire on their shoulders was frightened out, so they became seriously ill."
The third child nodded and then shook his head.
"Yes, but also not right."
I frowned.
"Why?"
Normally, what Wang Ping experienced was that he encountered a ghost, his eyes were fascinated, and he mistakenly thought that someone was treating him, so he followed him.
At this time, his brain could no longer think normally, so he would do whatever the other party said.
That's why weird things like eating sediment and eating bugs happen.
In a sparsely populated place, this kind of thing is most likely to happen when a person goes out in the middle of the night.
As for the two neighbors, I guess they broke the story. The ghost that harmed Wang Ping took the initiative to show up and scare them away.
The third child looked straight at the calm river, as if he wanted to see something.
"What Wang Ping encountered was not a treat from a ghost, but a substitute from a ghost."
"Ghost looking for a substitute?"
I have some doubts.
The third child opened his mouth to explain, saying that a normal ghost treat would only make fun of a person, but would not directly kill him.
Unless you encounter a ghost substitute, a powerful ghost that harmed people in life will be tortured by God after death, so it will find a person to exchange its life, and before killing him, it will feed him in advance, which is like a ghost treat. , and finally killed him.
Wang Ping's situation obviously meets this condition.
I was a little surprised. The third child entered the industry a few years earlier than me and considered everything comprehensively.
"So what do we do now?"
