"Dahai, what did you just say?"

"Your grandfather is Mr. Yin Yang?"

When the village chief and Zhang Tong were talking, none of the college students interrupted.

Because they were helpless to find that even though they were older than Zhang Tong, they were of no use at all in this situation.

It wasn't until the village chief left that Feng Yu asked in a familiar manner while eating.

Zhang Tong didn't intend to explain anything more, he just said calmly with a smile on his face:

"Yes, because I was raised by my grandfather, so it is inevitable that I will understand some of these mysterious things."

"You have all seen corpse hands and ghosts. There are indeed some things in this world that science cannot explain."

"There is only one reminder I can give you about this kind of thing."

"Once you encounter this kind of thing, don't be afraid. Try your best to analyze the laws of its actions. Only by using these laws can you hope to survive."

Chiliu!

Fan Long took a sip of noodles, looked at Zhang Tong, and said thoughtfully:

"So, you asked everyone to turn their backs to us last night just to find some pattern?"

Zhang Tong glanced at him approvingly, admitting his statement:

"Yes, that's it."

"According to the current situation, there is a prerequisite for the Corpse Hand to kill people, that is, while pinching the neck from behind, no one must see its existence!"

As soon as Zhang Tong finished speaking, Zhang Qian weakly raised her little hand:

"Does it have to be someone who sees the sea? Is it okay to use a mobile phone? If I lie flat on my back to sleep, and then keep recording with my mobile phone, will everything be fine?"

What kind of logic genius is this?

Zhang Tong looked at Zhang Qian, his eyes full of surprise. He really hadn't thought about this possibility.

Therefore, after pondering for a while, Zhang Tong shook his head decisively: "I don't know either, but you can try?"

hiss!

Zhang Qian didn't know what she was thinking of. She shuddered unconsciously and shook her head decisively: "Let's forget it. I want to leave here as soon as possible."

"Then what happened to the resurrection of the dead you just talked about? Why didn't I understand a word of it?" Feng Yu asked this question while drinking hot noodle soup.

Hearing this, Zhang Tong shrugged indifferently: "Who knows? Maybe he is too old and is afraid of death?"

As he spoke, Zhang Tong put down his rice bowl, stood up and stretched, then twisted his neck and said with a smile:

"You guys eat slowly first, while I walk around the room and stretch my muscles."

After saying that, he didn't care what the others were thinking, turned around and started wandering around the village chief's house.

After all, the village chief is still the village chief. Although the house is also self-built, the two-story building is very respectable compared with other villagers.

After slowly walking around the first floor, Zhang Tong didn't see what he wanted to see.

So, while no one was paying attention, he quietly went up to the second floor.

Compared with the first floor, the area of ​​the second floor is obviously much smaller. There are only a few rooms on the dark and gloomy second floor.

"The other rooms are full of sundries, but this room is locked."

After quickly finishing browsing the second floor, Zhang Tong stood in front of a locked door and whispered to himself.

There seemed to be some kind of light flowing in his eyes.

"The lock is good enough to protect against ordinary people, but for me, an apprentice, it is useless!"

Zhang Tong smiled confidently, took out his bunch of keys, picked one of similar size, and inserted it into the keyhole.

Not surprisingly, the key couldn't be inserted all the way in.

But at the same time, Zhang Tong's mental power followed the key and poured into the keyhole.

With the help of mental power that can affect reality, Zhang Tong easily pressed back the marbles in the keyhole one by one, and then he twisted them gently.

With a crisp click sound echoing on the second floor, the door was opened by Zhang Tong.

…

This is a small room covered by thick black curtains.

Although the furnishings in the room were very simple, they attracted Zhang Tong's attention immediately.

This is...an offering table?

Looking at the wooden table with steamed buns, roasted chicken and a copper incense burner, Zhang Tong raised his eyebrows slightly.

"What is enshrined on the second floor? Is it necessary to lock it?"

The locked door made Zhang Tong realize that this room might be very important to the village chief.

But after carefully inspecting every corner of the room, Zhang Tong did not find any useful information.

"So, the focus is on the worshiped gods?"

Walking towards the altar table, Zhang Tong immediately saw clearly what was being offered on the altar table.

There is no idol, no shrine, just a piece of red paper.

There were many neat traditional Chinese characters written with a calligraphy pen on the red paper, which attracted Zhang Tong's attention.

Respond to requests

worship

Mr. Hu San, Mrs. Hu San

There is also a couplet written on both sides of the red paper.

"Cultivation of one's moral character in the mountains, and keeping one's family safe in ancient caves."

Zhang Tong gently read out the content of the couplet, with a look of surprise on his face: "Is this the Baojiaxian?"

Baojiaxian!

It is a unique product of fetishistic belief in Dongci Kingdom. Generally speaking, it is more popular in the north. In remote rural areas, almost every household has elderly people who believe in Baojiaxian.

The so-called Baojiaxian is mainly composed of the five major families of Hu, Huang, White, Gray and Willow. Each of the five major families has numerous factions and descendants.

Among other things, Zhang Tong discovered it when he searched for Taoist temples and temples on the Internet.

In the Taoist temples and temples around Mingyang City, there are without exception statues of the Black Old Lady, and the Black Old Lady is a member of the Baojiaxian, whose prototype is a black fox.

"It's too new. This red paper is too new. It looks like it was offered not long ago."

"And there isn't enough incense ash in this incense burner."

Looking at the red paper and the incense burner, Zhang Tong frowned subconsciously, and his eyes sparkled.

Just relying on these two things, Zhang Tong could conclude that it had not been long since the Baojiaxian had started serving.

As a child who grew up in a rural area, Zhang Tong is very aware of some folk customs.

For example, this incense ash is actually very particular.

It is strictly forbidden to use the incense ashes of other gods and pour them into your own incense burner to put incense.

Because according to folk wisdom, doing so is equivalent to giving the incense of other gods to your own god. This behavior will cause dissatisfaction with other gods and even conflicts between gods.

Therefore, Zhang Tong was extremely certain that this Baojiaxian had just been offering sacrifices not long ago.

"There is a tiger outside and a corpse inside."

"The time when everything happened should be about the same time as when Baojiaxian was offered sacrifices."

"The most important thing is that the questions the village chief asked me are not questions that an ordinary village cadre should ask."

Under the flickering light of the red candle on the altar table, Zhang Tong's face looked uncertain.
Chapter completed!