Tasted the sweetness, Song Fengchen was satisfied.

Early in the morning of the third day, the eldest Chen family drove an ox cart over to help Song Fengchen put a dozen large and small packages to be sent into the ox cart, and then covered them with rain cloth.

Before departure, Song Fengchen thought about it. Finally, he folded and went home, found a few paper bags, wrapped a small half catty of gastrodia elata and a small handful of dendrobium flowers, and added a few catties of dried mushrooms, intending to send it to Song Lanzhi by the way.

The weather was fine at first, but I didn’t want to walk halfway, and it suddenly started to rain. Seeing that the rain was getting bigger and bigger, Song Fengchen had to knock on the door of a villager’s house on the side of the road to consider the package on the car. Wait until the rain is a little bit lighter before going on the road.

This stop lasted two or three hours, and it was already dusk when Song Fengchen hurried to the commune post office.

Fortunately, at this time the post office hadn't got off work. Song Fengchen stuffed the staff at the counter with a pack of swimming cigarettes. The other party swept away his unconcealed impatience, and enthusiastically helped him organize the parcel and fill in the receipt.

After finishing this, the sky has completely darkened.

After leaving the gate of the post office, Song Fengchen thought carefully. At this time, he hurried back to Yuexi Village. The road was slippery in the dark, which was too dangerous. There is no letter of introduction on him, and the guest house must not be able to live in. Instead of going to a stranger's house, it is better to trouble Song Lanzhi, anyway, he has to go there anyway.

Thinking of this, Song Fengchen waved the whip in his hand, following his memory, the bullock cart walked towards the second-story small western-style building of the Luo family.

When he got to the place, he jumped out of the bullock cart and just landed with his left foot, but his movements suddenly stopped.

The night wind blew without rush, but it gave people a sense of imprisoned oppression.

He took a step back, and he could still catch the fragrance of earth in the air. He didn't know whose child was causing the trouble. The mother was yelling, her voice was sharp and piercing, and the two streets were no problem. .

He took a step forward again, the shouting and cursing were still noisy, but like a cassette tape recorder, with a more hoarse smell, and even the moonlight followed a little bit dim.

Song Fengchen frowned slightly and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened and Song Lanzhi walked out, "Who?"

Song Fengchen answered, "Second Sister, it's me."

"The third child?" Song Lanzhi speeded up, stretched out her hand to open the big iron gate and let Song Fengchen in: "It's all so late, why are you here?"

Song Fengchen didn't answer the conversation, and hurriedly drove the bullock cart to the yard and parked it. After doing this, he asked, "Did something happen to your house?"

"Something happened?" Song Lanzhi was taken aback, "Nothing happened?"

"No?" Song Fengchen frowned.

Song Lanzhi hesitated: "Does your brother-in-law get sick?"

"What's the matter?" Song Fengchen asked.

Song Lanzhi was confused by him: "It's just that I didn't cover the quilt and caught a cold at night, and I had a fever."

In order to prevent Song Fengchen from worrying, she added: "I accompanied him to the hospital in the afternoon. The fever was not very severe. It was a little more than 38 degrees and received an injection. The fever subsided before returning."

Song Fengchen disagreed. He handed Song Lanzhi what he had brought: "I'll go see my brother-in-law."

For the sake of this, Song Lanzhi also noticed that there was something wrong in Song Fengchen's tone. She nodded her head with an unclear expression: "Sure, your brother-in-law is sleeping. I will take you there."

"good."

Song Fengchen followed Song Lanzhi into the small mansion.

Going up the stairs and turning left, Song Lanzhi pushed open the first door, fumbled on the wall to pull up the light, and shouted: "Minxin, are you better? The third child is coming to see you."

Song Lanzhi responded with a series of violent coughs.

Song Lanzhi's heart tightened, she walked quickly to the bed and broke the person facing the wall to take a look. Luo Minxin opened a gap in his eyes, breathing quickly, and his lips moved slightly, but he couldn't say anything.

"what happened?"

Song Lanzhi stretched out her hand and put it on Luo Minxin's forehead. The hand was hot, and she subconsciously exclaimed, "How can it burn so badly?"

With a panic on her face, she lifted the quilt on Luo Minxin's body and said anxiously: "Quickly, the third child, help, let's take your brother-in-law to the hospital."

"No hurry." Song Fengchen's voice was low.

"Why not in a hurry, your brother-in-law has burned like this, in case it burns people out..." Song Lanzhi's voice even brought a little bit of crying.

Song Fengchen took a step forward, stopped Song Lanzhi's movements, and shouted: "Second sister, listen to me, brother-in-law's situation is not just as simple as fever."

"What do you mean?" Song Lanzhi had such a momentary fragment in his mind.

Song Fengchen said solemnly: "Second sister, do you believe me?"

Song Lanzhi calmed down slowly, and she opened her mouth: "The third child, what is going on?"

Song Fengchen said with extreme accuracy: "If I am not mistaken, my brother-in-law should have been calculated."

Song Lanzhi was even more confused.

Is it necessary to contact someone who has a fever?

Song Fengchen paused slightly, "In other words, the reason why my brother-in-law suddenly became so sick was because he was cursed."

Curse?

Song Lanzhi's eyes widened.

When she slowed down again, Song Fengchen was no longer in the room. Holding a towel soaked in kerosene, she wiped Luo Minxin who had fallen asleep all over the body.

After doing this, Song Lanzhi screwed all the kerosene left in the towel into a small bowl that had been prepared a long time ago. Then I got a pair of scissors and cut a small amount of armpit hair from Luo Minxin's armpit.

Finally, she stepped on messy steps and handed these two things to Song Fengchen who was waiting outside the door.

At this time, she still didn't want to understand, why she had believed Song Fengchen's words in a ghostly manner.

As he rubbed his fingers, the handful of armpit hair was rubbed into a string, and Song Fengchen put it into a small bowl filled with kerosene and used it as a wick.

He fetched a box of matches from his pocket and lit the wick.

The unusually dazzling lights flickered, and Song Lanzhi came slowly, followed Song Fengchen, from upstairs to downstairs, from the house to the outside, the moment he stepped into the threshold of the backyard, the lights went out suddenly.

Song Lanzhi only felt a flower in front of her. Before she slowly adjusted to the sudden darkness, she only heard a thorn and the wick was reignited.

Song Lanzhi fixed his eyes, and Song Fengchen walked around the cottage twice with a small bowl, the light was still dazzling.

The moment he reached out to the threshold of the cottage, the world returned to darkness.

The wick was lit again, and Song Lanzhi's gaze followed Song Fengchen's gaze and fell on the threshold of the cottage, only to hear Song Fengchen say: "Second sister, do you have a shovel in your house?"

Song Lanzhi calmed down a little, and her voice trembled, "I don't have a shovel, but a hoe, can it?"

"Yes." Song Fengchen bent over and put the small bowl in his hand on the ground.

Song Lanzhi nodded, turned around, and ran into the room in a mess.

When she came back again, she had an extra **** in her hand.

Song Fengchen took a **** to shovel the threshold of the hut, and dug about two feet deep underground, vaguely smelling a scent of vegetation ash, and then only heard a muffled sound, and as expected, he dug something.

Song Lanzhi took a short breath and clenched his hands into fists.

Pulling away the surrounding soil, the things under the ground gradually revealed its true face.

The two-foot-square red box showed no signs of corrosion on the whole body. I thought it was just buried here not long ago.

Song Fengchen manipulated the **** in his hand, opened the wooden box, and what caught his eye was a picture of Tai Chi. On the picture, there are five porcelain bowls inverted from left to right, and a small stack of humanoid seals stacked in a cross is pressed under the bowl.

He casually opened a porcelain bowl with a five thunder talisman affixed inside the bowl with the seal of "Tao Jing Shi Bao" on the top. There were nine human-shaped talisman seals, and the three characters of Song Lanzhi were written on the upward side impressively.

"It's cruel."

Looking at the four neatly arranged porcelain bowls next to him, Song Fengchen's veins on his forehead were distraught. Originally, he thought it was just a conspiracy against Luo Minxin, but he didn't expect that the other party would even let the women and children go.

Song Lanzhi panted roughly and said anxiously: "The third child, what is going on?"

Song Fengchen dropped the **** in his hand and explained as simply as possible: "Tiankeng town method is a simple and easy way to control people. When casting a spell, you only need to dig a hole on the path that the opponent must pass, and then arrange these. thing."

He pointed to the contents in the mahogany box, "As long as the person being operated on passes through the pit, within ten days, the opponent must be ill. This cycle exceeds nine times, and the tenth time, he will die on the spot."

Having said so much, Song Lanzhi only remembered the sentence she died violently. She trembled and said, "Who is it that used such insidious means to harm our family?"

As soon as the voice fell, she had already reacted, almost blurting out, she raised her tone: "Could it be, uncle?"

Song Fengchen didn't speak, except for Luo Minxin, the uncle who suddenly became "generous", who else could it be?

Song Lanzhi's eyes were red, and the corners of her mouth trembled: "Why did he do this? Minxin is his nephew... and he is already dead..."

There was a chaos in her mind, and her voice suddenly changed: "I knew that there is no such thing as a pie in the world. I didn’t say that I gave five hundred yuan, and I also gave away such a good house. The feelings are there. Waiting here!"

Speaking of this, Song Lanzhi seemed to have thought of something, suddenly raised her head to look at Song Fengchen, panicked, and stammered: "Old, youngest, what should I do now and now?"

Song Fengchen calmed down, and he was already ready to send the Buddha to the west. He looked at the dirt pit under his feet, "Don't panic, you help me find something to come back. Let's solve this first."