"Dad, there are people dancing inside, and there are a lot of thieves. Take a look, they are wearing fancy clothes, oh my god, aren't they doing a Yangko dance?" The son called his father to come over and take a look.

His father leaned on the crack of the door and looked in, and suddenly took a breath of cold air. Where was there a figure inside? A dilapidated scene of broken bricks and tiles, just like an abandoned temple. The dark wind in the temple blew dust from time to time.

Feiyang. But just now I clearly heard the noisy sound in the temple, how could it turn into a dilapidated scene in the blink of an eye? Or maybe the temple itself is an abandoned temple, and I have auditory hallucinations as I get older. That's not right either.

If he is hearing hallucinations, his son shouldn’t be hearing hallucinations too, right? He clearly remembers that the last time he passed through the valley, he never saw such a deserted temple on the roadside. Most likely, it was the crows who became spirits over time and used some kind of deception method. In short,

It was not advisable to stay here for a long time. Seeing that it would be dawn in a few hours, it was best to bury the ashes quickly and escape.

But no matter how he called, his son just lay on the crack of the door and kept watching, and even took his father to watch together. He said that there was a bald man in the temple wearing animal skins, holding a wooden stick in his hand, and wearing a mask while beating gongs and leading people.

Dancing with the crowd.

The old man secretly thought that his son was probably deceived by the crows and had hallucinations. Seeing that the fish belly was about to turn over in the east, if he didn't seize the time, his work would be in vain. Thinking of this, he looked down at his chest again, and there was a hanging hanging on his chest.

A jade pendant, completely snow-white, round and smooth, with a wolf head pattern embedded in the jade pendant. The ferocious wolf's bared teeth and fierce eyes made people shudder. The carving was quite exquisite. He looked at his son's back again and hesitated.

Undecided, he held the jade pendant in his hand and wanted to take it off, but he sighed and put down the jade pendant around his neck. He reached out and took the urn from his son's arms and headed towards the east side of the valley.

In the early morning, he carried his tired figure back to the deserted temple he passed last night, but he saw that there was no deserted temple here. The left and right sides of the valley were filled with waist-high grass, and his son was sitting on a huge rock.

Silently smiling in a daze.

"Let's go. Hurry up. If you don't go out and get discovered by the mountain patrol, it will be ruined!" He scolded his son.

It was as if his son had not heard his call at all, and he was still sitting there smiling stupidly, with laughter dripping from his mouth.

The old man frowned and went over to touch his son's head. He found that he didn't have a fever. He followed his son's dull eyes and saw nothing except a few crows in the grass, busy pecking at grass seeds.

He asked his son what he saw in the deserted temple last night.

"Crows...crows...so many crows..."

Fortunately, the time for burying the ashes in the urn happened to be similar to what Mr. Yin Yang calculated for him. Although the risk he took this night was high, it would be worth it if he made a fortune in the future. Seeing that he could not ask any questions, he had no choice but to help him.

The son, who was reluctant to leave this strange valley, hurried down the mountain.

Shortly after the father and son left, a man wearing animal skins, holding a wooden staff and wearing a mask came out. The mask was as sinister as an evil spirit. He took off the mask, looked at the departing figures of the father and son, and then

Blocking the bright morning light from the east with his hands, he took a deep breath, took out some broken grains from the animal skin bag on his waist, sprinkled them on the ground, and fed the crows.

Those crows were very spiritual and were very close to him. They jumped up and down and flew back and forth in excitement. From time to time they would land on his head and rub their sharp beaks on his shiny forehead, as if they were making love.
Chapter completed!