Chapter 399 Ten Years Ago, That Person Was You
The eldest master thanked him and walked away.
Ye Xiaomei walked towards her home, and Shang Zhen subconsciously turned around and said, "Hey, Xiaomei, look, that old man is still watching us."
Ye Xiaomei turned around suddenly and saw that the old man was standing there without moving at all. There was an inappropriate fear in his eyes as he stared at Ye Xiaomei.
Yes, it was deadly. It was as if I had seen the most terrifying existence in the world.
Those who watched it felt a tingling sensation on their backs.
At that moment, Ye Xiaomei felt a sudden pain at the back of her head, as if a memory that did not belong to her disappeared in an instant.
At the same time, the old man obviously realized something and hurriedly turned around and walked away, but he turned back every three steps and stumbled as he walked. He almost bumped into a child, causing his mother to scold him: "You old man, you have no eyes when you walk."
The old man seemed to have no time to explain. He was completely overwhelmed by fear and ran away without even saying sorry.
"Look at him, he's weird." Shang Zhen also noticed it.
He obviously saw something in herself. Ye Xiaomei thought so, maybe he was scared. This old man was really not simple. The scene he saw just now was too horrifying.
However, Ye Xiaomei discovered one thing: because she could sometimes see deep inside other people's hearts, she became less interested in talking.
"This old man has evil intentions." Ye Xiaomei said as she quickened her pace and went home.
"Ah, really, how can you be so evil?" Shang Zhen asked hurriedly. Ye Xiaomei didn't say much, but just told her:
"It's better not to offend people like this. I don't know how many tricks they have to harm people behind the scenes."
As soon as she got home and had lunch, Wang Lan, as usual, wrapped her child in a special blanket and pushed the stroller to visit relatives, even though it was freezing cold outside.
It just so happens that Ye Xiaomei doesn't have the energy to take care of the child right now, so not letting her take care of the child would really give her some peace and quiet.
I closed the door, the desk lamp emitted a goose-yellow light, and I held a hot water bottle in my arms. Suddenly, I didn’t feel the winter was so cold anymore.
Ye Xiaomei found her old sketches, many of which contained scenes from Changshou Village in her memory.
Most of the images were what she saw from certain people in Changshou Village. Ye Xiaomei found it a little strange. Why didn't she have any memory of Changshou Village? She got all of them from others.
"Shang Zhen, do you think this person looks like the old man from before?" Ye Xiaomei finally found it and pointed at her painting which was not particularly perfect to show Shang Zhen.
After all, it’s not colored, so you can only see the facial contours and some prominent features.
"How do they look alike? The person you drew is clearly a young man." Shang Zhen recognized him at the first sight.
"This is a painting from thirty years ago. Look, the stick in his hand is the same." Ye Xiaomei pointed out the stick in particular.
If you say that what most people hold in their hands is nothing more than a straight walking stick, but what he holds seems to be a stick picked up from the roadside. It is not straight, but a little bent. However, you can tell at a glance that the stick has been used for a long time, and the bark on the palm has long been worn off and covered with pulp.
"Eh, this is very similar, even the shape of the curve is the same." Shang Zhen took a breath:
"Xiao Mei, do you think he is from Changshou Village?"
"I'm not sure, but he definitely participated in the large-scale digging of Black Toad Stone back then." Ye Xiaomei said as she searched to see if this person appeared in other paintings.
While searching, Ye Xiaomei unexpectedly discovered that there was also such a person holding a stick as a crutch beside the pit where the giant snake was burned, but half of his body was blocked.
Now it's confirmed.
The next day, Ye Xiaomei heard that Marshal Niu had returned the night before, and Village Chief Liang even brought people to his house to greet him.
He was given some compensation, but mainly he was advised to dirty the urn in advance, fearing that the virus would not burn out.
In addition, only two side rooms were left of the Niu family's house after being demolished, one where the grandfather and grandfather lived and one that was used as a working room, and the rest of the house was being used to build foundations, so there was no place to hold the funeral.
The kindhearted villagers did not dare to go to his house. They only helped to hang some white cloth from a distance and gave him some paper money, candles and other things.
On this day, in order to find snakes, the firefighters directly dug up all the foundations that had been laid. Everywhere was a mess. The only empty space they could step into was his two dilapidated thatched houses.
Ye Xiaomei went there in a hurry without eating breakfast.
Shang Zhen didn't dare to go, and just ran to Zhao Mei to help burn firewood.
As soon as I arrived, I saw Liu Zhihua coming out. When he saw Ye Xiaomei, he was slightly startled: "Oh, I wanted to look for you, but a knowledgeable man came and was helping to find snakes, so there is no need to trouble you, Miss Ye."
Ye Xiaomei curled her lips and sneered, "I know, I just came here to see how he found it."
After saying that, Liu Zhihua ran straight to the place where Zhao Mei cooked at the west end of the village without stopping, hurriedly bought some rice and some steamed buns, and hurried back.
This time he had to thank the master. If all the snakes were found and dealt with, he could order his brothers to officially start the work. Otherwise, the villagers would say that they wanted Li Dayun to start the work. Not only would he lose face, but he would also have to pay for everything.
Niu’s house, in the team room.
Marshal Niu looked ten years older after not seeing him for three days. He put his hands in the sleeves of his cotton jacket and lowered his head as if praying. The fire under the stove had gone out long ago, but the residual heat was still there.
Sitting on the other side of the stove was the old man I saw yesterday.
He was talking eloquently, "There are dirty things in the Qiankun and Kun places of your old house. I can take them out for you and naturally dissolve them. Then I can pray for your son's soul to be reborn, and the matter will be resolved."
Old Niu was in a very bad mood: "If I solve this problem, will my son be able to survive?"
The old man sighed devoutly: "Brother, you have to mourn. If this matter is not handled, there will still be casualties in your family. That is a great curse. If I am not mistaken, you still have two daughters."
"She got married." After saying this, Old Niu didn't even raise his head and subconsciously rubbed the tears from the corners of his eyes.
"Even if she got married, she would still be a daughter of the Niu family. Besides, what about your grandchildren? Don't they also have half of the Niu family's blood?"
The old man loves his younger generation the most. After hearing this, Old Niu rubbed his face and raised his head. His swollen eye bags framed his lifeless eyes:
"So what do you say we should do? How much does it cost?"
I heard that people who do this kind of thing are here for the money.
Unexpectedly, the old man waved his hand and said earnestly: "I was just passing by here and calculated that your family would suffer this disaster. A cultivator should be compassionate. I will not take your money, and I will take the dirty things away. Only someone with my kung fu skills can handle it properly."
Is there such a good thing? Niu Dashuai's pupils shrank, and he was about to thank him, but suddenly he sighed heavily:
"To be honest, ten years ago there was a Taoist priest who traveled around the streets and told me that my son would have a disaster in ten years. He left something under the foundation of my house, saying that it could help him get through the disaster. Alas... he still couldn't escape it."
As soon as these words came out, the old man sighed: "Big Brother, you don't believe me?"
"If you believe me, you'll fall into the gutter." Ye Xiaomei entered the bedroom quietly.
Marshal Niu had not had the chance to hear about Ye Xiaomei. He had only heard of this person at the west end of the village and thought she looked familiar.
The old man's pupils shrank, as if he had seen a horrifying scene: "You...you girl, don't talk nonsense."
"I'm not talking nonsense, Master Niu. Take a closer look at him. Doesn't he look familiar?" He turned his head and pretended to pinch his fingers. Who knows where is which? Anyway, he pinched a few times at random and then said to the old man:
"I can do what you do, too. If I'm not mistaken, your ancestral home is Lingnan, and that person ten years ago was you."
When Ye Xiaomei said this, the old man's pupils shrank greatly.
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