It was late autumn, and the brilliance of the morning light broke through the mist and spread loosely.
The light swayed in the shadow of the trees, a little cold, as if it had been blown by the wind.
Liu Xiaoxi stood at the door, looking eagerly in the direction of Pig Trotter Mountain.
Her hair was moist, and it looked like she had been standing there all night.
Ah Fu sat obediently next to her, with a solemn expression on his face, as if he knew his master was in a bad mood.
"Afu, he didn't come back, we have to do something for him."
After saying that, she turned around and went to the backyard.
She looked at her grandma's door and saw that Mrs.
Zhang had already walked out on crutches with a package on her shoulder.
It looked like she was about to go out.
Seeing each other, the two stopped, separated by the corpse refining furnace that Meng Fan had left in the yard, and there was a moment of silence.
After a pause, Mrs.
Zhang walked slowly to the corpse-refining furnace, stretched out her hand to touch the furnace body, the temperature was cold, sighed, walked around the corpse-refining furnace, walked to the stream, and looked at the body she had cried.
His eyes and the corners of his mouth trembled: "You are not allowed to go."
Liu Xiaoxi shook her head slightly, her eyes filled with mist, and her grandma's face became blurry, while Meng Fan's shadow became clearer in her mind.
"You said hundreds of corpses will rot, hundreds of them, grandma" With determination written all over her face, she walked into Mrs.
Zhang's house.
When she came out, she was holding a paper figure in her arms.
As if to demonstrate, she looked at Mrs.
Zhang: "Grandma, I can help."
Mrs.
Zhang sighed, her silver hair reflecting the morning light.
She knew the character of a late beautiful creek.
She looked soft and frail, but in fact she was very stubborn in her bones.
Once she decided to do something, she was afraid that There is never going back.
Just in case If she saw something she didn't want to see, would her stubborn and fragile heart be able to bear it?
Seeing grandma's hesitation, Liu Xiaoxi hugged the paper man and said to Ah Fu who was circling around her: "Ah Fu, help me find someone."
Mrs.
Zhang's heart trembled, and she waved her hand towards the stream: "Put down the paper man, you won't need it.
If you want to go, just do something."
At this time, Village Chief Sun was seeing a doctor at Meng Qingshan's home.
Since that incident, his health had been deteriorating.
Perhaps it was because he was older that it was particularly difficult to recover.
Looking at Meng Qingshan's face, he vaguely saw the shadow of the child.
He lit the pipe and put it to his mouth: "Didn't Meng Fan come back last night?"
Meng Qingshan was stunned, pressed down the pipe in his hand, and shook his head: "Stop smoking, it's not good for your health."
Village Chief Sun sighed, knowing something was wrong.
Meng Fan had been in the village for the past few days investigating the matter of female ghosts harming men, all night long, but yesterday this matter suddenly stopped.
If you encounter any trouble, you will definitely not miss seeing someone, and you won't even say hello.
He also fully supported this incident, and almost made a strong request.
If something really happened, he would It is hard to escape the blame, and even more so, you will feel guilty.
Just when he was in a state of confusion, Liu Xiaoxi hurriedly walked in and spoke a few words to Meng Fan's mother.
Her voice was soft and could not be heard clearly.
After speaking, she took a piece of clothing and left.
Although she tried her best to He concealed his emotions, but there was still a bit of panic in his eyes.
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Village Chief Sun couldn't help but ask Mother Meng: "Brothers and sisters, those are Meng Fan's clothes, what's wrong with him?"
Mother Meng shook her head and said nothing.
Her face turned slightly pale.
She walked into the bedroom and gently closed the door.
After a while, she heard a slight choking sound, which sounded very helpless.
Meng Qingshan packed the herbs and placed them in front of Village Chief Sun: "Bake it twice a day and drink it while it's hot."
Village Chief Sun held the medicine in his hand, which was heavy, and opened his mouth to Meng Qingshan, but no words came out.
He felt that any questions were unnecessary, so he thanked him, turned around and walked out.
Seeing that the village chief had left, Meng Qingshan looked at Qilin'er's house again.
The child had disappeared early in the morning.
Also missing were the generals and paper soldiers placed in the house.
He found his woman, put his hand on her shoulder, and asked in a serious tone: "What happened?"
The woman tilted her head and leaned on his arm.
Her tears wetted his cuffs.
She nodded.
Her thin body was shaking due to sobbing: "It would be better if I didn't catch ghosts."
In the face of any major right or wrong, what a mother cares most about is her own child.
His heart suddenly hurt, and he stretched out his other hand and rubbed the woman's slightly dry hair: "It's not the time to cry yet.
Our son is not a reckless person and nothing will happen to him.
You should wash it first."
Face it and bring some more food.
Didn't you bake pancakes last night?
Bring a few more, my son likes to eat that."
When Liu Xiaoxi supported Mrs.
Zhang and took Ah Fu to the entrance of the village, Meng Qingshan and his wife followed.
The man also held a sickle in his hand, and the blade reflected the dazzling light in the sun.
Mrs.
Zhang glared at Liu Xiaoxi.
Liu Xiaoxi shook her head, holding Meng Fan's clothes in her hand: "I just borrowed the clothes."
Seeing the anxious look of the Meng family and his wife, Mrs.
Zhang didn't know what to say.
This matter could not be avoided after all, so she asked Xiaoxi to spread out her clothes, took out a golden charm and pasted it on it.
The charm shone in the sun.
There was a golden glow, but after a while, the golden glow dimmed.
"Meng Fan, this soul-fixing talisman can protect your heart and soul and keep your soul immortal.
Once the talisman expires, I will put a new one on it until I find you.
No matter what happens, you must hold on."
As Mrs.
Zhang and her group left, Village Chief Sun was also doing something here.
He held on to his weak body, summoned a few villagers who could still walk, and held a meeting, asking them to prepare for the move immediately.
Prepare for the mountain and find someone The news of Meng Fan's disappearance quickly spread to every corner of the village.
Even those who were not summoned, as long as they could get out of bed, gathered at the entrance of the village.
Liu Erxie, Zhang Chungeng, Zhu Butcher, Yu All the people in Fengqing who had been helped by Meng Fan came here.
Even Lao Wang, his neighbor who was a little slick in dealing with things, stared at a tree in his house and thought for a long time.
He also took a rolling pin.
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When he came over, the rolling pin was his mother-in-law.
Stuffed to him.
The search for people turned into an event involving the whole people.
People in the village, regardless of men, women, old and young, as long as they could walk, came out in full force.
Even Zhao Xiazi was holding an erhu and clicking.
Knocking on a wooden stick, arrived.
Village Chief Sun went over to support Blind Zhao and scolded: "Nonsense."
Blind Zhao's dark sunglasses slid down, revealing his blank and cloudy eyes.
He said sternly: "Even that female ghost despises me as a blind man.
If you don't harm me, don't go too far than a ghost."
Blind Zhao was telling the truth.
The female ghost did not harm him.
Perhaps the blind man could not see the sun and often did not move around.
There was always a cold chill in his body, and the essence and yang energy was much weaker.
The rotten corpse was probably Disliked.
The crowds of people were moving, and their eyes were looking at Village Chief Sun, as if they were waiting for an order, and they would move forward like an army.
“Very good, very good” Village Chief Sun took a deep breath and glanced at the villagers.
His ups and downs suddenly calmed down.
He had never seen the village so united.
The scene in front of him made his heart feel hot.
A gust of wind blew out of the corners of his eyes.
After getting wet, he wiped the corners of his eyes with his rough fingers, then glanced at Liu Erxie, pointed at the big speaker hanging on his waist, and said, "Erxie, you have to shout well this time."
Liu Erxie nodded, licked his white lips, cleared his throat, and put the loudspeaker to his mouth: "Boss, go home."
Li Xiu'e, who was hiding in the crowd, heard that Liu Erxie's voice was not as loud as last time.
She blushed and stood in front of the team.
She took a deep breath, put her palms to her mouth, and shouted loudly: "Meng Fan, come home, come home."
Blind Zhao's erhu also suddenly started to play.
The sound was crisp and clear, full of penetrating power.
It was a song of light.
The voices shouted and the tunes rose, echoing in the mountains and fields, spreading above the clouds.
These teams of villagers spontaneously walked out of the village entrance and marched into the mountains.
It seems that Qing Chen has obsessive-compulsive disorder after keeping everyone waiting for so long.
Well, he should have it.
When he goes out, he always feels like he forgets to close the door.
The chapters he posts always feel not perfect.
I want to write better, so I posted them yesterday.
Two chapters have been published, and they have been deleted.
Please bear with Qingchen's handicap for a moment.
Qingchen's soul has already lived in Meng Fan's ghost village, and is following everyone into the mountains.
I will write down to everyone what I saw and heard
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