Yan Haibo continued: "Our Mutang Village is a big village, but it mainly has five surnames, so there are five ancestors here."

"So that's how it is!"

"Several fellow villagers, the old lady invites you to come here."

At this moment, Zhao Caiman appeared at the door again, and Zhao Caiman looked at us with a blank expression and spoke.

After Yan Wen and Yan Wu looked at each other, they stood up and followed them first.

Zhu Xunuo didn't think much about it, and took my hand and walked to Zhao Caiman.

When Zhao Caiman led us forward, I looked at the girl carefully. The girl's eyes were dull, as if she was being controlled.

The old lady's home is located in the center of the village, and is a small three-story villa.

After entering the room, the old lady with her eyes squinting sat down and said, "Several fellow villagers, there are many people in the ancestral hall just now, so I can't say something."

We looked at each other and all our expressions became serious, knowing that the old lady had something important to say.

After sorting out his thoughts, the old lady said, "Several fellow villagers, the haunted Mutang Village is getting worse and worse. Basically, at night, you can hear ghosts crying. If you hear them, don't be afraid.

Just sleep with your head on your head."

When the old lady said this, her eyes mainly focused on the three of us. She didn't know that we were Feng Shui masters, so she specially reminded her.

After seeing us nodding, the old lady turned her head and looked at the Taoist priests who were both classical Chinese, civil and military, and said, "Two, I have some clues about the evil ghost here!"

"Please tell me, old lady!"

After hearing the clues about evil ghosts, Yanwen and Wu immediately cheered up and spoke.

The old lady said: "Through my observation over the past few days, I found that before every family, there would be a branch at the door of that family as a mark."

"The branch is hanging in the middle of the gate!" said the old lady.

"Old Mrs., this is not right." After hearing the old Mrs.'s words, Zhang Jialiang stood up and said without waiting for the Yan Wenwen to speak.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" the old lady asked in confusion.

Zhang Jialiang said: "You actually know that someone will disappear at home where the branches are hanging. Why don't you go to ambush the evil ghost in advance? Even if you are afraid of the evil ghost, you are not the opponent of the evil ghost, why not let them live.

Are the people in the house leaving early?”

"Why......"

After hearing Zhang Jialiang's words, the old lady sighed, turned to look at Zhao Caiman, and said, "Shishi, come and talk to her fellow villagers."

Zhao Caiman nodded dullly, looked at Zhang Jialiang and said, "This fellow villager, you know, a landslide occurred in our Mutang Village decades ago, and many people died in this mountain.

, To this day, these people have never lost their wicked souls and will appear at night."

"So there is a rule in our Mutang Village that after ten o'clock in the evening, you can't go out any longer, otherwise you will be captured by the resentful soul and killed him."
Chapter completed!