She quickly picked up her son in her arms and ran out. Because Hulatun is a Manchu village, many Manchu folk customs are still left in the village. Of course, there is also a shaman family, and the old shaman is not too young, six years old.

He was more than ten years old, with a big stubble on his face. He sat under the big poplar tree at the entrance of the village with a pipe in his mouth all day long, sighing at the mass graves.

This is a pure Manchu village with simple folk customs. It is not the magic stick who only knows how to eat and drink that Mouse and I met in Liangshui Township. This old shaman is quite real. After listening to Dar

Ku's wife cried and sighed secretly. After a long time, she slowly opened her mouth.

He said that it wasn't that he didn't want to save Dalku, but that he really didn't have the ability. The person who could save him hadn't come yet, so it was time for Dalku to memorize the words. If it were a few years later, someone would naturally be able to save him.

Darku's daughter-in-law asked who could save her husband, and she was willing to pay no matter how much money it cost. If this thing continues like this, she is afraid that her husband will become a monster with neither man nor ghost. This day will never be the same.

I have told you that divorce is a trivial matter. I am afraid that if he eats chicken today, he will not be able to predict the future...

The old shaman raised his head and looked at the sun with cloudy eyes. The sun was warm, but he shuddered inadvertently.

"It's not completely hopeless, but this is the last resort. You may lose your life. Are you willing to die for your man?"

"What? You asked me to trade lives with Dalku?" She never dreamed that she would have to trade her life to save her husband.

"I didn't say that. It's just that this method is extremely dangerous. If you don't pay attention, your life will be in danger. But if ancestor Meng protects you, maybe your family will escape this disaster."

The old shaman lay next to her ear and told her to do this tonight, do this and so...

In the middle of the night, she sent her son to her parents' house early. Dalku was still the same as before. He got up on the bed, didn't even wash his face, put on clothes that were still stained with blood, and walked out of the house. Her daughter-in-law

He pretended to sleep with his eyes closed. When he was a little further away, he quickly got up from the bed and followed him carrying a small satchel.

Dalku walked very lightly, tiptoeing, making no movement at all. From time to time, he would look back and forth to see if anyone had noticed. If the old shaman hadn't told her, his wife would have been discovered long ago. Dalku saw no one around,

He jumped directly into a courtyard next to him. The folk customs in Hulatun were simple in that era. Although every household was afraid of Dalku coming to steal chickens and locked the door, the walls of each household's small courtyard were still very short. An adult man held the top of the wall with both hands.

It passed with just a little effort.

Her daughter-in-law hid in a corner and stared at him secretly, wondering if the matter was really as serious as the old shaman said.

I saw Dalku ducking his waist and tiptoeing under the chicken rack. He was very familiar with it, as if this action had been deeply rooted in his bones. Although this set of actions was very common for him, in the eyes of his wife,

Only Huang Pizi could do such an action. She saw it, and a cool breeze began to blow from behind her.

He walked too lightly, even more cautiously than the old cat he had raised before, for fear of waking up the laying hens and alarming the owner of the house. He tiptoed and crawled on the ground with his butt stuck out.
Chapter completed!