Chapter 98 Wedding and mourning (29) (1)
When Yan Shixun was exploring the village during the day, he felt that every household was quiet and gloomy, and the whole village was shrouded in a heavy atmosphere of depression.
Young people were rarely seen, and women seemed to have never existed. The elderly villagers walked through the village in silence, hands in their pockets and heads down.
It was as if there was an unspeakable consensus that was circulating silently among the villagers.
At that time, Yan Shixun also thought about finding an opportunity to ask the villagers of Jiazifen Village for the reason, but Jiazifen Village was too xenophobic, especially for people with other surnames, who were more cautious and kept silent. No matter how Yan Shixun tried to insinuate himself, he would swallow the words back even when they were on the tip of his tongue.
It was as if it was something that frightened them extremely, and if any information was revealed, it would bring them disaster.
As for the surroundings of the farm house, due to its remote location, few villagers pass by, and the entire Moon Creek area is quiet.
However, when Yan Shixun dragged Yang Tu out of the farm house, he was stunned for a moment by the scene he saw.
——Just outside the farm house, there was a whole team of villagers holding red lanterns and walking towards the village along the Moon Creek.
The red paper lantern was round and looked very pleasing to the eye, with the word "囍" written crookedly in vermilion handwriting pasted on it, giving it a festive feel.
It seems that this group of villagers are going to the village to attend someone's wedding.
The villagers were dressed neatly in good clothes, and the light from the red lanterns in their hands shone on their bodies and faces, making each of them look joyful.
Not only that, they would laugh and cheer as they walked, and auspicious blessings would continuously come out of their mouths, which seemed very lively.
The noisy noises that Yan Shixun had just heard in the farm house actually came from here.
The villagers looked straight ahead, as if they did not notice Yan Shixun and Yang Tu rushing out of the farmhouse more than ten meters away.
They still followed the path they had planned, starting from the end of the Moon Creek far at the foot of the mountain, and walked step by step along the Moon Creek that meandered like a crescent moon.
The light of the red lanterns fell on the blood-red water of Moon Creek, the water waves shook and broke, all the images overlapped and intertwined, the faces of the villagers fell in it, and the gaps between the waves suddenly rippled and broke, showing a weird sense of unreality.
But this was not a good time to observe. The yard of the farmhouse was filled with dead bodies and skeletons that Yan Shixun and the others had chased out, and Yan Shixun did not have much time to observe.
Hearing the sound coming from behind him, Yan Shixun quickly came back to his senses. He took a last deep look at the villagers over there, and immediately pulled Yang Tu to the side. His slender figure nimbly used the shadow of the wall under the blood-red moonlight to hide directly from the door of the farmhouse into an abandoned village house next to it.
Yang Tu felt a flash before his eyes, and his entire body flew out as if it was weightless, his internal organs were tangled up under inertia, and he felt dizzy. He felt like a sack, being carried around by Yan Shixun.
The most crucial thing is that Yan Shixun is extremely strong for some reason. Even he, who has been doing heavy farm work all year round, can't break free from Yan Shixun's grip and can only be passively led by him.
When he was finally able to stop and catch his breath, he looked up and saw that he was already in another village house. Yan Shixun quickly and lightly locked the door, and picked up a long piece of discarded wood next to him, and weighed it in his hand, as if to see if the wood was comfortable to use.
Yang Tu just used his supernatural powers, and Yan Shixun had actually hidden the two of them in a relatively safe place. He held his breath and lurked quietly behind the wooden boards that nailed the window shut, looking out through the gaps between the boards.
"Brother Yan, what are we doing?" Yang Tu was very surprised and still didn't understand what the situation was.
Fortunately, he was sensible. Seeing Yan Shixun's alert look, he did not rashly make a loud noise. Instead, he quietly moved to Yan Shixun's side, lowered his voice, and asked Yan Shixun in a whisper.
Yan Shixun simply raised a slender finger to his lips, signaling Yang Tu not to speak, not to make any noise, and just to watch quietly.
Outside the gaps in the wooden boards, the corpses and skeletons that had been chased out from the farmhouse were lagging far behind Yan Shixun due to their slow movements caused by stiff joints.
Suddenly losing their target, they stayed in front of the farmhouse gate in a daze, walking back and forth aimlessly.
The skeletons that were chasing from behind were blocked by the skeletons that had stopped in front, so they gathered in one place, and the friction sound of the bones overlapped and amplified.
It attracted the attention of the villagers living near Moon Creek.
The villagers who were holding red lanterns a moment ago, starting with the one leading the way in front, stopped one after another, and the festive laughter just now came to an abrupt end.
The Moon Creek, which had been broken by their laughter, returned to dead silence. Only the friction between the dead bodies and bones seemed to be magnified many times in this silence, making it extremely conspicuous.
The villagers who were standing still turned their heads slowly and in unison, like wound-up gears. Their eyes, which could not reflect any light, looked straight at the entrance of the farmhouse with lifeless gazes.
It was only then that the unresponsive skeletons seemed to notice the presence of the villagers. The light of the red lanterns poured down on the ground, illuminating the skeletons, dyeing their originally pale bones blood red.
It was as if the flesh and blood that had long since rotted away had grown back onto the skeleton's frame, and blood was splattered on the ground.
Under the stiff gazes of the villagers, the skeleton seemed to realize something and immediately turned around and tried to run into the farmhouse.
However, the skeletons behind were so densely packed that there was no way for the skeletons in front to pass. So the two skeletons collided face to face. The previous moment they were "companions", and now they were obstacles that they wanted to clear.
Many skeletons even had their already fragile bones shattered by the violent collisions, and fell to the ground, tripping other skeletons.
The corpses and skeletons that had originally rushed out with murderous intent suddenly turned into chaos.
The villagers who had originally stopped along the Moon Creek, led by the leader in front, started moving again, slowly walking from the creek to the farmhouse.
The villager leading the group was a middle-aged man, but he did not look like someone who worked in the fields all year round. His skin was yellow and dark.
His face was extremely pale, almost as white as paper, but his eyes were extremely black, with no whites. His entire eye sockets were filled with a deep black, like ink drawn on white paper.
The leading villager was not holding the red lanterns that the other villagers were holding, but a gong tied with red silk cloth, which also had a big "囍" character on it.
The black words on the red paper are as sharp as hooks.
The villager struck the gong heavily, and suddenly the sound of the gong was so loud that it seemed as if even one's soul could hear it, it was sharp and penetrating.
The sound went straight into his brain, making him frown. Yang Tu was so uncomfortable that he quickly covered his ears.
Yan Shixun didn't even frown, he just stood behind the nailed window, staring motionlessly at the villagers who were trying desperately to escape and the villagers who were following their leader towards the farmhouse following the sound of the gong.
"There is a happy event in the village, a girl is being sent to marry the god, who is making a noise and disturbing the sacrifice——!"
The leading villager opened his mouth with a sharp voice that was drawn out for a long time. It echoed in the empty and quiet mountains and became the only sound in the silence.
The skeletons seemed to want to speak, but their flesh and blood had long since rotted away. Even if they tried their best to open their jaws, only a few slender yellow-white maggots poked their heads out and squirmed.
The villagers holding red lanterns behind said nothing, but looked at the skeleton with their dark eyes.
The red light shone from bottom to top on the villagers' faces, distorting their features into horrifying and hideous appearances, as if evil spirits opened their mouths and grinned wantonly.
The leading villager was still beating the gong, and the skeletons were stepping on each other's bones and trying to run into the yard of the farmhouse, but they were still being approached closer and closer.
The dead body of the "hunter" just a moment ago suddenly became the prey in the eyes of other beings.
The villagers reached out to the skeleton with the hand that was not holding the red lantern.
Then--
Yang Tu suddenly raised his hands to cover his mouth, his eyes wide open, and looked out the window through the gap in the wooden board in horror.
The sound of chewing came from the mouth, and the hard bones made a muffled and crisp sound in the mouth when they were bitten off, "crunch, crunch"...
The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, the sound of bones breaking, all the noise mixed together and became the only sound beside the Moon Creek that was illuminated by the red light.
Tears welled up in Yang Tu's eyes, but he had forgotten to even blink in his terror. He could only cover his mouth desperately out of survival instinct to prevent himself from making any sound.
In his tear-blurred vision, Yang Tu saw Yan Shixun standing in front of him, staring at this strange and bizarre scene with a calm expression, as if he had already gotten used to it and nothing could scare him.
At this moment, Yang Tu wanted to ask Yan Shixun: Aren't you afraid? The people you usually interact with suddenly became so incomprehensible, even stuffing the bones that wanted to hurt them into their mouths, as if they were chewing some delicious food. Don't you want to run? Aren't you afraid that you will be the next one?
Because Yang Tu's gaze was too scorching, Yan Shixun turned his head slightly, and his calm eyes slid across Yang Tu's pale face due to fear, and then he looked out the window again.
The villagers did not continue to walk into the farmhouse. After gnawing on a dozen skeletons at the entrance of the farmhouse, the rest of the dead bodies had already fled deep into the farmhouse.
The leader slowly stood up, and changed from the hideous look of a wild dog gnawing on the skull on the ground to his previous cheerful look.
The other villagers also straightened their messy clothes, showing that they took the wedding ceremony they were about to attend very seriously.
The only difference from just now was that the villagers all had a look of satisfaction on their faces, as if they had just finished a sumptuous meal that would last a long time.
Moreover, Yan Shixun didn’t know if it was an illusion caused by the distortion of light and shadow when the red light was shining on them, but he actually felt that the villagers’ every move seemed to be more flexible than before.
The only thing that remains unchanged is their faces as pale as paper.
"It's time to get going. Don't miss the auspicious time."
The leader struck the gong and shouted in a sharp and drawn-out voice: "Sending a girl to marry, the Yin spirit will be born--!"
The villagers followed the leader, their expressionless faces all had the same festive expression, even the curvature of their eyes, the angle of their smiles, and even the wrinkles on their faces were all exactly the same.
It was like the same face was copied over and over again. The craftsmen, who were in a hurry to meet deadlines, hurriedly drew the same face and expression on the white paper. After the strokes, what appeared were faces with the same expression.
The villagers laughed and shouted festive words, and the atmosphere became lively again.
"Marry a daughter to become a god, and have many children. The Yang family has a new member—"
"May the land god bless the Yang family, and may their descendants be long-lasting—"
"On the seventh month, my daughter is married off. She is wearing a phoenix crown and a red robe, and has a beautiful face like the moon..."
"She's back..."
The big “囍” character on the red lantern blocked the light, and shadows fell on the faces and feet of the villagers...
The villagers walked along the small path next to the farmhouse into the deeper part of the village and passed by the door of the village house where Yan Shixun and his friends were hiding.
The distance from Yan Shixun and Yang Tu was less than one meter.
Yan Shixun could even see up close the faces of the villagers who were walking slowly by.
They were smiling, but their eyes were a solid black that reflected no light. Their eyeballs without whites occupied the entire eye sockets. When one glanced at them from the side, their stiff and lifeless gazes seemed to bring up a gust of cold wind.
Yan Shixun slowed down his breathing and deliberately adjusted his muscles. His whole body was like a sculpture, without making any sound.
Yang Tu couldn't hold on any longer, and squatted down trembling, not daring to look out from the cracks in the wooden board. He desperately covered his mouth with both hands, and even left several purple handprints on his face. Tears flowed down his face, causing his skin to itch.
But he dared not move, as if he already knew the consequences of making any sound.
The light from the red lanterns shone into the village house through the gaps in the wooden boards, falling on Yan Shixun's expressionless face. He stepped in the blood-red light and dark shadows, his eyes quietly following the figures of the villagers leaving, noting the direction and route they took.
Yang Tu swore that these were the longest few minutes in his life. The fear seemed to have no end. His tear glands were like a broken faucet, and he couldn't stop crying. His vision was blurred and he couldn't see a thing. The red light in front of his eyes seemed like balls of bizarre blood and spots of light. The light and shadows refracted and intertwined repeatedly, and the boundaries between reality and illusion were blurred. He didn't know what was imaginary and what was real.
He didn't dare to do anything. His frightened brain only knew how to execute the last command he could remember. He repeatedly increased his strength to cover his mouth, and he didn't even notice that his fingernails had scratched his face.
Until Yan Shixun's dry, warm, slender palm fell on Yang Tu's head and patted it.
"Okay, those people have gone far away, they won't find you anymore, get up." Yan Shixun casually ruffled Yang Tu's hair, as if he was stroking the head of a pastoral dog.
He sneered, "Didn't I expect you to be so timid? I saw that there was even a soul-calming well in the backyard of the village party secretary's house. I thought you would be much braver since you grew up listening to your second uncle's stories."
Although Yan Shixun's words were meant to tease Yang Tu, his smiling and natural tone was like a reminder that some crisis had passed, making people unconsciously begin to relax their tense and stiff muscles.
Under such psychological suggestion, Yang Tu's body responded before his brain. He slowly stopped shaking and began to relax.
Only then did he dare to take his hand away from his mouth.
When Yang Tu looked up in a daze, Yan Shixun saw a face covered in snot, tears and saliva. There were even a few streaks of blood flowing from the crescent-shaped wounds on the face. After being diluted by the tears, and then by Yang Tu's subconscious action of raising his hand to wipe the tears, the blood was smeared everywhere.
Embarrassing and funny.
"Tsk." Yan Shixun frowned in disdain, took out a handkerchief from his coat and handed it over: "You were so scared, but you still wanted to lie to me before. I don't know whether to say that you are loyal to your clan friends, or that you are a coward."
When Yan Shixun pointed at the wound on his face, Yang Tu stupidly raised his hand to touch it, and then he made a "hiss" sound, and then he realized that his face was scratched by himself.
He buried his entire face in the handkerchief Yan Shixun gave him, took several trembling deep breaths, and finally recovered.
Intense tension and excitement will consume a lot of physical strength and cause muscle soreness. When adrenaline levels are high, these changes will be covered by excitement and will not be noticed.
But when people suddenly relax, fatigue and soreness will quickly come up like a tide.
Yang Tu felt his legs go weak and he could no longer squat. He sat down with a plop on the dusty ground in the abandoned village house.
"Brother Yan, did we escape a disaster just now?" Yang Tu felt weak all over, unable to muster any strength, even his voice sounded weak.
"That's about right." Yan Shixun didn't deny it: "If we had stayed in the farmhouse just now, we would have been entangled by those skeletons. If we had stood at the door of the farmhouse just now, we would have been attacked from both sides, by those villagers and skeletons."
Although he had just gone through a life-and-death crisis, Yan Shixun downplayed it as if it was not worth mentioning.
Yan Shixun had just rushed out of the farmhouse gate, and when he saw the villagers for the first time, he was able to react so quickly, and swiftly hid to avoid the dilemma of being attacked from both sides, and the villagers didn't even notice his presence. One reason was that he had explored the entire village during the day and knew that the house next to the farmhouse was empty and could be used as a temporary hiding place.
The second, and most important reason, was Jiang Yanran’s reminder during the day.
——No matter what sound you hear, don't go out.
Since those villagers were going to attend the wedding, and Jiang Yanran had stayed at that family before marrying off her daughter, and looked like a figure from her natal family, Jiang Yanran would probably know that after nightfall, a group of villagers would walk along the Moon Creek and enter the village to attend the wedding. That was why she reminded Yan Shixun.
But at the same time, Yan Shixun also knew very well that he could not completely trust Jiang Yanran.
He did not forget that Jiang Yanran's reminder always had a prerequisite title, "Good man Yan Shixun".
Could he then think that if in Jiang Yanran's eyes, he became a bad guy, then these words would no longer be a kind reminder, but a death warrant?
But for Jiang Yanran, how to define good and bad?
This was something Yan Shixun didn't know.
Moreover, even if he was still the "good man Yan Shixun", Jiang Yanran was still able to break free from his hand in the middle of the courtyard of the family where her daughter was married, making him suddenly appear in the eyes of the mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law in the courtyard, surrounded by them, and almost unable to leave smoothly.
and……
Yan Shixun slowly turned sideways and looked through the gap between the wooden boards at the farmhouse gate, where only broken bones were left on the ground.
He remembered clearly that just a few hours ago, he personally wrapped the heavy iron chain around the gate. But just now when he ran out with Yang Tu, even though he was in a hurry, he still noticed that the gate opened as soon as he pushed it.
Not only did the chains disappear without a trace, but they weren't even locked at all.
If he really believed Jiang Yanran's words and stayed in the farm house honestly, it would be easy for anything outside to enter the farm house, and he wouldn't even have time to react, catching him off guard.
If that happens, we will be completely passive.
Since those things that look no different from the villagers, even their skeletons are afraid of them, and are even eaten by them until only residues are left on the ground, how can we be sure that those "villagers" will not attack the living?
Yan Shixun raised his hand and gently touched the pocket of his leather jacket.
There, quietly, there is a flower.
It was the flower that Jiang Yanran had put into his hand during the day.
As some strange coincidence, his meticulousness made him not throw the flower away or put it somewhere else before figuring out the whole story. Instead, he kept it with him in his coat.
So, when everything in the farm house was turned upside down and all the members of the program crew disappeared along with their luggage, this flower was one of the few things he brought with him.
Behind Yan Shixun, Yang Tu let out a loud sob.
"Brother Yan, I want to go home. I miss my grandfather and my second uncle."
This young man, who had only reached adulthood a few years ago, cried out in a sobbing, unclear voice: "Jiazifen Village is no longer a place where people can stay. I don't want to stay here for even a minute. It's too scary."
Yan Shixun turned around and looked down at Yang Tu who was squatting on the ground. After a moment, he sighed softly, squatted down, and patted Yang Tu on the head with his slender palm.
"Yang Tu, you have to know that I am willing to send you home safely and reunite with the village party secretary, Yang Han and the others."
Yan Shixun paused for a moment, and deliberately put on an embarrassment on his face: "But you can see the current situation. Even though I do know a lot of ways to exorcise evil spirits and catch ghosts, I am also troubled by the fact that I am not familiar with Jiazifen Village."
"Without someone familiar with Jiazifen Village to help me, I can only grope my way forward by taking detours again and again." Yan Shixun sighed hypocritically, "So, I can only let you stay here for a while. Once I figure out what's going on here, I can send you back."
Yang Tu looked at Yan Shixun in astonishment, with a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was lost in thought.
"But don't get your hopes up too much. After all, if I'm not familiar with the village, it's easy for me to make a wrong judgment, which might kill us all here."
After observing Yang Tu's expression, Yan Shixun took his time and waited for Yang Tu's fear to ferment. Then he smiled and comforted him, "Jiazifen Village is so close. Even if you die, it will be easy for your grandfather and the whole family to collect your body. It's just a pity for your grandfather and second uncle. They loved you so much, but in the end, they had to send your son away..."
"No! I can't die here! I have to go back and tell my second uncle about the situation!"
When Yan Shixun was glancing at Yang Tu's expression and sighing, before he could finish his words, Yang Tu suddenly raised his hand excitedly, grabbed Yan Shixun's arm, and said anxiously: "I have to leave here quickly! I can't stay here for a moment, it's too scary!"
Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows, a smile appeared in his sharp eyes, and the embarrassment and sighing expressions on his face just now slowly faded away.
He did not agree to Yang Tu immediately, but hesitated and said: "But..."
"Whatever you want to know, I'll tell you!" Yang Tu said hurriedly, "Didn't you say that as long as someone familiar with Jiazifen Village helps you, you can take me away from here? I'll help you!"
Only then did Yan Shixun nodded with satisfaction.
Goal achieved.
He stood up easily while half squatting, then reached out and grabbed Yang Tu's arm and pulled him up.
"If you say so, Yang Tu, I believe you." Yan Shixun looked directly at Yang Tu and said word by word, "Don't betray my trust."
When people are expected by others, they will unconsciously want to cater to the expectations of others and begin to conform to the way others see themselves, for fear of disappointing others.
Yang Tu nodded quickly. He didn't know why, but a sense of responsibility arose in his heart.
"You should know why I came to see you tonight."
Yan Shixun asked, "You were the one who uncovered the bodies under the flowers. But your behavior was not just a sign of discovering that your good friend might have committed murder - did you see those bodies when they were alive?"
Yan Shixun did not give Yang Tu time to hesitate and think, and gave a decisive answer: "They are from Jiazifen Village, right?"
Yang Tu was unconsciously led by Yan Shixun, nodded and admitted: "Yes, they are all uncles from Jiazifen Village, and we usually interact with each other quite a lot."
"But not only that, they are also the ones in the village who are more jealous of Yang Yun."
After saying the first sentence, Yang Tu no longer tried to hide it like before, and all his answers became smoother: "Yang Yun went to the city and heard that many city people liked to go to farmhouses in the countryside to spend the weekends, so he returned to the village and opened a farmhouse. At that time, he had no money, and he wanted to borrow money from the uncles and aunts in the village who were related to him by blood, but not only did those uncles and aunts not lend him money, they also threw a few notes to Yang Yun and sent him out, mocking him for being a kid with wild dreams."
"But Yang Yun was smart. He learned how to get loans in the city. He borrowed money to run the farmhouse and then joined a hotel booking platform. So his business quickly picked up and he made a lot of money. When those uncles saw this, they often bullied Yang Yun and cursed him openly and secretly."
"I thought it would be hard for Yang Yun to run the farmhouse alone, so since I was here, I would help him with some work before leaving. But as soon as I used the shovel, I was stunned..."
Yang Tu stammered, "I guess it was those uncles who said something unpleasant again, and Yang Yun couldn't hold back his temper and killed them."
“Although I hate those uncles, I don’t want them to die. Yang Yun went too far.” Yang Tu said, “That’s why I went to find Yang Yun, but I didn’t expect him to become very strange. He said a lot of things that I couldn’t understand, and it seemed that he was also involved with Yang Duo…”
When Yang Duo was mentioned, Yang Tu shuddered.
It seemed like he was really afraid of this man who had died decades ago.
Yan Shixun's eyes darkened and he asked, "You not only recognized the identities of those corpses, but why were you so scared when those villagers walked past just now?"
"As you said before, Yang Duo's ghost often comes to your house, to the point where it disrupts your normal life. And you grew up listening to Yang Han's stories from the past. Logically, you have become more accepting of it after a long period of habit, so you shouldn't be so scared."
"Why?" Yan Shixun asked, "What did you see?"
Fear flashed across Yang Tu's face, and he subconsciously looked behind him and around the house, as if an invisible ghost was standing beside him.
"Because, because." Yang Tu swallowed his saliva and said tremblingly: "Because those people who just walked past... should have died a long time ago."
Yan Shixun frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
"In fact, a few years after Yang Duo's death, for some unknown reason, many people died here. At that time, almost all the older generation of people in the village and those who had some say died in less than ten years. So at that time, the village invited a master to come and ask him to calculate the feng shui of the village. It was also at that time that Wangzi Village was renamed Jiazifen Village."
"The master said that there were so many deaths in the village because of a wronged soul that was haunting the village. It was unwilling to die like this, so it was looking for someone to accompany it. Because the master calculated that the wronged soul that always came to make trouble was a female ghost, he took the side of 'marry' and went to the female home to suppress the female ghost. Because the master also said that the female ghost was pregnant, he used the word 'zi' to tie the female ghost. Then he used the word 'fen' to tell the female ghost that this was her new home, so she should not destroy her new home again. So the name was changed to Jiazifen Village."
"After the village name was changed, people stopped dying here, and life gradually became peaceful. Later, when our family hired someone to build the Soul Calming Well, the master said that the master who helped change the name of Jiazifen Village really calmed the female ghost, and he was quite good at it."
Yang Tu leaned closer to Yan Shixun, as if this would make him feel more at ease, and continued: "I wasn't born yet at that time, and my second uncle and grandfather told me about it. I had almost forgotten it, but when I saw those people just now, I suddenly felt that they looked familiar."
"Then I remembered that I had seen those people in the photos in the ancestral hall... Every one of them was one of the people who died decades ago before the village was renamed."
Yan Shixun's eyes widened slightly, and a flash of anger flashed across his face.
The senior who helped Wangzi Village decades ago actually used this method to suppress the female ghost.
He understood the logic of his peers: if it was a ghost, it should die; if it was a human, it should be saved.
But why a ghost?
Why does the female ghost cause frequent deaths in the village?
Is it because you have nothing to do and want to have fun?
Of course not!
It's because of resentment.
Since they cannot avenge their enemies in their lifetime, their obsession and hatred will turn them into evil spirits after death. Even if it costs them the chance of reincarnation, they must kill their enemies to avenge themselves!
Yan Shixun recalled what Yang Guang, the owner of the breakfast shop, had told him about Wangzi Village before the program set out. These past events, combined with what he saw with his own eyes in Jiazifen Village today, made it possible to imagine that there was more than one girl like Yang Duo who harbored resentment in Wangzi Village.
But since the senior fellow had already entered the Wangzi Village, why didn't he find out the reason, help the female ghost to disperse her obsession and resentment, and send her to the afterlife? Instead, he suppressed her without any explanation!
Even if we take a step back, ghost energy cannot be suppressed forever, and all means of suppression will eventually become ineffective.
The laws of nature are unpredictable, and no one can predict what will happen in the next few decades, causing the suppression measures to fail and the evil spirit to backfire.
You know, the harsher the suppression, the stronger the backlash.
Evil ghosts will not give up revenge when they are suppressed. They will only hate living people more during their powerless struggle and imprisonment.
By then, the ghost energy that attacks again with great force will no longer be something that ordinary people can handle.
If it is not handled properly, the land and life in the entire area may be affected.
What that colleague did decades ago was something Yan Shixun would never consider.
So much so that when he heard Yang Tu talk about what happened that year, anger surged from his heart, and he wanted to rush back to decades ago, grab the collar of his colleague from that year, and ask him if he was still worthy of being a ghost exorcist!
Give voice to those who cannot speak and seek justice for the dead.
This should be the job of a ghost exorcist!
Acting rashly and without knowing right from wrong will only make the situation worse and more difficult.
However, no matter how angry Yan Shixun was, it had been too long since the incident occurred and it could not be remedied.
He could only sigh softly in his heart and quickly calmed down.
Yan Shixun's brain was working rapidly, looking for ways to deal with this situation that he had not expected.
Yang Tu's words also solved another question that Yan Shixun had just had.
That is why the villagers walked down Moon Mountain along Moon Creek instead of appearing directly in the village and heading to the wedding from their respective homes.
Because they all died decades ago due to the resentment of ghosts.
Because of the special geographical location of Jiazifen Village, which is surrounded by mountains and isolated from the outside world, the souls of the dead villagers cannot go to the underworld and can only wander in Jiazifen Village.
As for this group of villagers coming from Moon Mountain...
Yan Shixun remembered that Yang Yun said that Jiazifen Village was a branch of the Yang family, and their ancestral tomb was in a valley not far outside the mountain.
In a flash, Yan Shixun's mind suddenly emerged with the scene that the program crew had seen on the way to Jiazifen Village.
——The valley below the winding mountain road, at first glance, appears to be a place with excellent feng shui, perfect for a ancestral grave.
I'm afraid that is the ancestral tomb of Jiazifen Village.
And it was from there that the villagers came over Moon Mountain, carrying red lanterns.
After figuring everything out, Yan Shixun's face became terribly gloomy.
Yang Tu shrank his shoulders, a little frightened by Yan Shixun's expression.
"Brother Yan?" He asked hesitantly, "Did I say something wrong just now?"
"But I'm sure I'm not seeing things wrong. There's also Yang Yun's father who died after he was born, as well as several of the clan elders from that time. I've seen their photos."
Yang Tu said: "Brother Yan, if you think I am lying, you can go to the ancestral hall in Jiazifen Village and see for yourself. Their photos are placed there together with the tablets."
"No."
Yan Shixun's eyes were dark and cold like a blade, but a smile appeared on his red lips: "Since it is such a grand occasion for the village to marry a daughter, how can we miss it? Since it is such an extraordinary event, we should also give the host some face."
He tilted his neck back, and his eyes were filled with dark light as he looked down from above.
"We should at least have a glass of wedding wine to celebrate for the host."
"Ah?" Yang Tu was stunned and his legs almost went weak and he fell to the ground.
Yan Shixun knew very well in his heart that this was no longer a situation that they could avoid by simply hiding.
Before coming here, he had noticed that the geographical location of Jiazifen Village was very special, like the Tai Chi diagram with only the Yin half, the Yang energy was completely blocked outside by the Moon Mountain Range, and the Yin energy was
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