Chapter 127 Flowing Water Family (3) Antique Dealer

The witch in the Miao village was a little different from what Ye Mo had imagined.

She was not tall, had a round face, and slightly sunken eye sockets. She wore a blue and white cloth shirt and black trousers. Her sparse white hair was wrapped in a black headscarf. She looked like an old lady from the neighborhood in her seventies or eighties. When she smiled, her eyes narrowed into slits. She was kind and gentle.

This image had nothing to do with the mysterious and scary style. She didn't look like a weird old man who kept poisonous snakes and insects in a hanging house. No wonder Wang Xue didn't notice anything unusual.

The witch received them in the small living room connected to the bedroom. Although the electricity had been out since last night, the hanging house faced the sun. The light in the house was very bright during the day, and it also emitted a faint fragrance of bamboo.

She warmly invited Wang Xue and Ye Mo to sit down in Chinese with a strong accent, and poured tea for them personally. She took out two packages of pickled sacrificial meat wrapped in banana leaves and said with a smile.

"Xiaoxue, Xiaojing, this tea is grown by the village, and the pickled sacrificial meat is made from rabbits caught in the mountains. They are not worth much. There are no good things from the outside world in the village, so don't be disgusted."

Whether it is the bamboo pot for pouring water or the cup for drinking tea, they are all normal and ordinary. The witch did not take out any purple clay pots, shadow blue porcelain, or powder colored porcelain from the kitchen cabinet to entertain guests.

"Thank you, Grandma Mo." Ye Mo stood up and took it with both hands, following Wang Xue to call her the old lady.

It can be seen that Wang Xue is quite popular with old people. It seems that this is not the first time she has come to the witch's house. However, Wang Xue is more cautious about eating now. After learning about the witch.

"Good child."

The witch Mo sat down, put on the needle again, and started to sew the soles of the shoes. First, she used paste to stick five or six layers of sole clips together, and then threaded the needle back and forth. Her technique was very skillful.

Unlike the shoes in Ye Mo's memory, there were more exquisite colorful embroidery on the uppers. The patterns included cranes, snakes, pythons, and gourds. The patterns were lifelike and very spiritual.

"Grandma Mo, you have such good eyes." Wang Xue could only praise her. She changed the topic with a smile, "Grandma Mo, Sister Jing is a fan of ethnic history and culture. She is particularly interested in our Miao village. You can tell her about the things in the village. Anything is fine."

"The village is all about farming and hunting every day, eating, drinking and sleeping with you. What's there to talk about?" Witch Mo poked a hole in the sole of the new shoe with a needle and replied with a smile.

"The village is surrounded by mountains and rivers, and the scenery is pleasant. We don't have so many mountains and rivers in the north. It looks beautiful no matter how you look at it. And Grandma Mo, your superb embroidery skills make Wang Xue and I admire you. These shoes are really beautiful."

While Ye Mo was talking, he let his mental power begin to extend downwards, extending into the first floor of the high-rise building, passing over the poisonous snakes and insects that were killing each other, invading the energy of one of the dead souls, and mentally suggesting him to float up.

Within 10 seconds, black shadows with limbs and heads hanging weakly emerged from the floor little by little. Wang Xue tried hard to ignore it and not look at it, but her eyes still scanned it, and her legs felt a little itchy.

I want to step on it.

As if she couldn't see the ghost, Goddess Mo smiled and sighed: "There are many people in our village who are better than me in craftsmanship. It's the young girls and boys who are getting more and more arrogant. They can't even sew a sole properly, and their straw sandals are falling apart."

"Because there are abundant supplies now." Ye Mo had already obtained the information she wanted. There really are people who are not survivors in the world who have yin and yang eyes. She let the ghost go down and turned her attention to the tools in the witch's basket. "Grandma

Mo, you have a lot of embroidery needles and a lot of tools for sewing soles. Did the silversmiths and ironsmiths in the village make them themselves? They look very delicate."

Wang Xue nodded like a little chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, yes." The black ghost finally went down.

Mo Shenpo: "The blacksmiths in the village have been practicing their craft for many years. It is really good and has been passed down from generation to generation."

"There are really many capable people in the village, not only the blacksmiths, but also the rows of houses in the village are not something that ordinary people can build." Ye Mo praised, "At that time, how did our ancestors consider building the village in this mountain instead of a more stable place on the mountainside or at the foot of the mountain?"

"Maybe they were hiding from the war. It's been too long. I don't know if it's a thousand years old. We're not sure either."

Ye Mo nodded and asked, "The same goes for the golden nanmu pillars in the village. They are very ancient cultural relics. The formation conditions and environment of these golden nanmu sunken woods are very harsh, and they are very old. I wonder if there are such good woods in the mountains?"

Mo Shenpo's hands did not change: "They are all wood, what's the difference. When the golden nanmu was first on the news somewhere, people from the mountain came to the village every day to take a look, but they didn't see anything new. The myths in the village were all about the bestowal by Emperor Mi, the hundred-bird clothes, and the things of the ancestors. How can we know about them now!"

...

During the conversation, Mo Shenpo seemed to cooperate, but her answers were all empty words or lies.

Ye Mo and Wang Xue looked at each other and chose to expose the news: "Grandma Mo, to tell you the truth, it was Xiaoxue who saw a lot of invisible and intangible things in the village at night, so I came to the village."

Mo the witch paused, stopped the work in her hands, and asked: "What things?"

"You can see the things that just appeared, right? There are more and more of them in the village these two days? Since last night, it has affected people’s normal life. This morning we encountered many villagers sneezing. If it is not resolved, it will continue. It will not be good for the people in the village."

Ye Mo said sincerely: "We really hope to understand and help deal with this matter. It is our fault for disturbing you. Sorry."

"You are quite direct."

As soon as the words fell, Mo Shenpo's palm moved forward, and a white shadow emerged from it, whizzing towards Wang Xue, but was stopped by Ye Mo and entangled on a dagger.

It was a three-inch long pure white snake, with ruby ​​eyes, hissing and spitting out purple-black snake tongue.

Ye Mo: "Miao Gu?"

The smile on Mo Shenpo's face had disappeared, and her voice was a little cold. Obviously at a disadvantage, her aura was completely different from before, and she looked a bit like a witch.

But the mood is full of sadness: "You are successful now, and you have joined forces with the descendants of the Ji family to control the ghosts to deal with the village. Are you worthy of your ancestors? Take all the golden nanmu in the village. Take anything else you want. Don't do evil again. For the sake of the possibility of the same ancestor, please spare our village!"

Wang Xue:

"Wait a minute, Ji?"

She only has the surname Ji in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States copy. Did this witch Mo go to other copies?

Ye Mo:

"Ancestors?"

The witch seemed to have misunderstood something?

...

Ye Mo and Wang Xue explained it seriously.

First, Ye Mo is a pure Han Chinese from the Central Plains, 100% true; second, they really came because of the dead in the village, but it has nothing to do with the dead; finally, they have no greed for the national treasure-level cultural relics of the golden nanmu in the village, and they are definitely not cultural relic dealers.

The dead in the village were not brought by them, really not. There are also many dead in the outside world now. They just accidentally discovered that there are many dead in this mountain village.

Mo Shenpo:

"Really?"

Ye Mo & Wang Xue: "No!"

Mo Shenpo finally believed it, because she found that the worms that had just been put in the tea and meat were killed by the two of them, and the worms that were put in Wang Xue each time would stay for a month at most.

And the white jade worm that she raised with her essence and blood since she was a child was vulnerable in front of Ye Mo.

If the two really wanted to rob, all the people in the village together would not be able to defeat them.

Both sides reconciled.

Wang Xue then knew that from the first day she lived in the Miao village, Mo Shenpo had discovered her weakness and even regarded her as a cultural relic dealer.

Just because her last name was Wang?

"..."

...

"This kind of thing has happened in the past, not once or twice. After the golden nanmu appeared on TV, several batches have come, but they are not as strong as you. This is also the reason why the Miao village changed its name."

After sighing, Mo Shenpo glanced at Wang Xue and began the story of the Miao village.

Legend has it that a long time ago, in order to avoid being hunted down by the Zhou Dynasty of the Ji clan, the descendants of the Shang Dynasty migrated from the Central Plains to the south, used the Shang Dynasty's ghost magic, established a water village, and became one of the Baiyue. Many tribes of the Baiyue are related to fleeing.

Wang Xuefu:

... Wang Congji, no wonder.

The Shui people believe in ghosts, which is a fact recognized by all the tribes of Baiyue and even the Han people.

The priests of the Shui people are called Shuishuxiansheng, also known as ghost masters. They can release ghosts, collect ghosts and reject ghosts, but as the spiritual energy dissipates, the number of dead souls decreases, and the ghost masters must use some means to stay.

For example, building tombs and yin lands.

Among them, the Miao people, the descendants of the Baiyue and Chiyou tribes, hit it off immediately. They found that witchcraft and ghost arts may complement each other, so the two tribes like to build gathering places together.

Now it seems that "Shui Miao is inseparable" also started from here.

The golden nanmu in the mountain village is the accumulation of ghost masters from all generations to build yin lands. Some of them come from the mountains, and some even come from the emperor's tomb. The heavier the yin energy, the stronger the witchcraft and ghost arts.

But the interests of the people moved people. In the late Ming Dynasty, the last ghost master came out to save the world and ushered in a disaster. The village suffered a devastating blow.

Some of the ancient ghosts in the village were locked here forever by the last generation of ghost masters using their own forbidden techniques.

In order to maintain the safety of the village, there has only been Miao Village since then, and it is still an anonymous Miao Village. Although there are Shui people in other places after the founding of the People's Republic of China, Miao Village has not changed its name.

It was not because they did not want to change the name, but because Miao Village has many unscientific secrets that cannot be exposed. Originally, the Yin land had disappeared little by little, but when Wang Xue moved into the village,

the aura revived, the Yin land was restored, and more and more ghosts appeared.

In addition, Ye Mo had just controlled a ghost in front of Mo Shenpo, which made her think that Ye Mo was a descendant of the water tribe and the legendary black ghost master, which led to the conversation just now.