My uncle is not a good person, and many people in the village know this.
My grandma has loved this younger brother since he was a child, but my uncle doesn't know how to be grateful.
When he was young, he ate, drank, whored and gambled, and borrowed a large amount of money.
Later, he had no money to repay the debt.
My grandma had no choice but to marry the creditor, who was my grandpa.
Fortunately, my grandfather was kind to my grandmother and my life was pretty good.
But later on, the things my uncle did became more and more outrageous, and then for some unknown reason, he disappeared.
This disappearance lasted twenty years.
When he came back, he had made a fortune.
Then he built a three-story house in our village and married a beautiful wife who was twenty years younger than him.
However, he rarely interacts with grandma and rarely interacts with other villagers, all because he is too stingy.
His stinginess is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
He usually never invites guests to dinner, but if someone invites guests to dinner, he will always come.
And eat a lot.
He obviously has more money than anyone else, and some people even think that he is the richest man in the village.
But he never shows off, and rarely buys anything.
Just last year, I needed to pay a high school selection fee because I wanted to attend a key high school.
So my grandma went to beg him, but he rejected my grandma with a cold face.
He also complained about poverty to my grandma, saying that the family didn’t have a penny.
This kind of indifference and ruthlessness made people in the village say that he was an iron rooster and never plucked out a dime.
Therefore, not many people in the village liked him at all.
My uncle's house is at the very back of the village.
It is a three-story small Western-style building, and it is decorated in a Western style.
It looks like a castle from the outside.
I came once when I was a kid and haven't been here much since.
Now I am standing at the door, looking at the luxurious little western-style building in front of me, and I can't help but sneer.
I'm afraid he won't be able to spend the money from his uncle's family in his lifetime, plus he has no descendants.
It doesn’t cost anything at all, yet it’s still so stingy.
Such a person, if it weren't for the fact that I had something to ask him, I would never come here in my life.
When I walked into the yard, a young woman was taking out the trash.
When she saw me, she said in surprise: "Zhang Huai, why are you here?"
"Auntie."
I looked at her and said awkwardly.
This young woman has a slim figure, fair skin, and charming eyes.
Wearing an elegant skirt, she looked to be in her twenties.
But in terms of seniority, I should call her aunt.
Of course she is not the first great-aunt.
The first one has been dumped by my uncle.
She is the second one.
I remember I just married my uncle last year.
I also attended the wedding at that time, which was quite luxurious.
Our family members paid 500 yuan for it, and my uncle was very unhappy.
"Well, do you come to see your uncle?"
the young woman said.
"What happened to my uncle?"
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I asked.
"Your uncle is not in good health right now and is bedridden."
The young woman lowered her head and said with a sad look on her face.
"So that's it, let me see it."
After I said that, I turned around and walked in.
When I walked in, my expression suddenly changed slightly.
I thought the outside was luxurious enough, but when I walked into the house, I discovered that the decoration inside was truly luxurious.
Whether it is a variety of luxury furniture, noble and elegant decoration, or mahogany furniture in the living room.
It is enough to show that these decorations alone cost no less than a million.
Seeing this, I felt a little angry.
Back then, my grandma had to shamelessly borrow money from him because of me.
It was a humble plea that didn't even care about face.
However, my uncle still didn't borrow the money and said he had no money.
Looking at the decoration here, it is enough for our family to earn a lifetime.
But I sighed and said nothing.
Instead, he silently walked upstairs.
My uncle's bedroom is on the third floor, and the following two floors are all living rooms and the like.
This shows how rich my uncle is.
At least in our rural area, there is really no one richer than him.
Even the village chief is not as good as him.
I opened the door gently and walked out slowly.
When I walked in, I saw an old man lying on the bed, his eyes a little dull.
His body was thin and his face was wrinkled.
Even the eye sockets are sunken.
"Uncle, why are you like this?
Are you sick?"
I walked over hurriedly and looked at him with concern.
My uncle then turned around.
When he saw me, he said with a struggling expression: "Zhang Huai, is that you?
You're finally here."
"What's going on, uncle, what happened?"
I looked at him and asked.
"I must be possessed by an evil spirit, I must be possessed by an evil spirit," said the uncle.
"What do you say?"
I said, looking at his dry face.
There was no life in him now, and he looked like a dying person.
I know very well that my uncle has always been in very good health, but now he looks like he is dying.
No matter how hard-working he is, he is still my uncle.
I took his hand and said, "Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"
"No, I've been there, it's no use at all.
I must be possessed.
You call your grandma here quickly.
You must save me."
My uncle said, holding my hand tremblingly.
"You said you were possessed, what basis do you have?"
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I asked.
"Well, there is no basis for this, but I must be possessed by evil spirits."
My uncle cried, with a look of fear on his face.
Seeing him like this, I calmed down.
Because I thought of one thing.
Generally speaking, if the body becomes worse, it will not be considered as evil, but as illness.
But now my uncle said that he was possessed by evil spirits.
These are enough to show that he must have experienced something, otherwise he would not be so sure.
"Uncle, did you touch something dirty?"
I looked at him and asked.
When my uncle heard what I said, he nodded hurriedly and said, "Yes, I just saw something dirty.
Anyway, please come to your grandma quickly."
"What kind of unclean thing is it?
Maybe I can help you.
I got it from my grandma."
I deliberately lied to him.
"It's nothing, it's just that I went out some time ago and met a bride.
She was crying and shouting that she wanted to kill me.
Anyway, please help me."
My uncle looked at me eagerly and said.
Seeing him like this, I sneered and said, "Uncle, don't try to lie to me.
I already know it."
"What do you know?"
my uncle looked at me and asked.
"Of course it's your inner secret to know something."
I pointed at him and said in a calm voice: "I have been doubting it since just now, but now I am basically certain."
"What are you sure about?"
My uncle looked at me angrily and shouted.
"Is there something underground in our village?
Do you know something?"
I said with a smile.
But he looked at his uncle sharply.
"How is this possible?
I don't know anything."
My uncle's reaction was beyond my expectation.
His face was full of fear and his eyes were looking at me angrily.
Seeing his expression, I knew that I had guessed the deepest secret buried in my uncle's heart.
From his initial eagerness to his later statements.
I gradually discovered something, that is, my uncle seemed to be hiding something.
Since he said he was possessed, he must have encountered something unclean.
But he lied to me.
The bride he mentioned just now must be a lie.
He must have encountered a ghost somewhere else.
And there seems to be some kind of treasure in this place.
With my uncle's character, it is absolutely impossible to tell.
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The thing that makes me most suspicious is my uncle’s home.
With my uncle's worth, why do he want to live in our village?
Our village is an extremely remote place.
There are barren mountains everywhere, and transportation and medical care are inconvenient.
Even the scenery isn't great.
It is impossible for a rich person to come here, but my uncle stayed.
And it lasts for decades.
This is secondly.
Over the years, I have never heard of my uncle having any industry or company.
But the money in his hands kept flowing.
No one knows how much money he has.
Where did the money come from?
Why did my uncle live in the village?
Based on my analysis, the final explanation is that my uncle discovered the treasure in the village, so he came back.
And over the years, he made a fortune relying on these treasures.
This explains why he does nothing but squanders his wealth.
Cultural relics are very valuable.
"Don't hide it, I've heard it said before.
There is a big secret in our village."
I said looking into my uncle's eyes.
My uncle looked at me in panic, and then shouted uncontrollably: "These have nothing to do with you, they are all mine.
They are all mine."
Seeing his blood-red eyes, I shook my head with a wry smile, and then said, "I'm not here for some treasure, I just want to know one thing."
"What's the matter?"
my uncle looked at me and asked.
"You should be aware of the current situation outside.
Master Yin is looking for something.
And you seem to know that place."
I looked at him and said.
"I don't know anything, so don't ask me.
Leave quickly."
My uncle looked at me irritably and waved his hand.
"You are indeed bewitched now.
If it weren't for me or my grandma, you wouldn't be alive for a few days."
I looked at my uncle and said coldly.
Hearing my words, my uncle was stunned.
Then he looked at me and said with a trembling voice: "Please, don't ask.
Even uncle, I beg you."
"Uncle, why are you like this?"
I looked at him who was pleading, with self-mockery on his face: "Do you really think that I will steal your things?
Besides, you are almost seventy and you won't survive.
It’s been a few days.
Even if there is a treasure, wouldn’t you be willing to tell it?”
"I really can't say it.
If I say it, I will die.
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I will really die."
My uncle looked at me and said in a fearful voice
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