There were mountains, rivers, gods, and ghosts. It seemed to be a bad habit of a remote village, or an ancient superstition.
Although Song Village couldn't be described as a remote village, it was still a remote place. In order to avoid war, the ancestors of the Song Family deliberately chose this place far away from the secular world.
"Haunted?" Song Haoran glanced at his family and raised his eyebrows. He looked into Song Bo's eyes and asked, "How did it happen?"
Song Bo quickly said, "At first, it started from the Wang Village in the next ditch. After a while, it came to our village."
"Next ditch?" Song Haoran was stunned and subconsciously looked at his father.
Song Tianyou nodded and said, "I remember there were a few families with the surname Wang there."
Song Haoran nodded.
Song Bo said nervously, "That day, I saw that my hair was long and planned to find Master Wang at the entrance of the Wang Village to cut my hair. I passed by a family who happened to be holding a funeral. I asked out of curiosity. It turned out that the whole family died. A family of six people, big and small, all died in one night. I heard that they died miserably! Aren't you guys evil? "
"All died in one night …" Song Haoran suddenly frowned.
"Yes! It was very tragic. " Song Bo sighed, "Speaking of which, I've seen the head of the family a few times. He was a blacksmith and had good skills in repairing iron pots for people. His name was Wang Dashun. Sigh, he was quite young, in his forties. What a pity. "
"Since people died, didn't the local people come down to investigate?" Song Tianyou asked in a low voice.
"They came, but they couldn't find anything." Song Bo then told the situation he had heard, "But I heard that Wang Dashun picked up two men from somewhere. One was injured, and the other was unconscious. Not long after that, Wang Dashun's entire family was dead, and the two people he had taken in were gone. The police in the village said that the two men might have killed them. They were wanted, but I don't know if they found them. "
"Then? What does it have to do with ghosts? "
Song Bo said, "A few days later, on the seventh day of Wang Dashun's death, an old man went to the toilet in the middle of the night. He saw a white shadow floating out of Wang Dashun's house and fainted in fright. When he woke up the next day, he said he saw a ghost. Since then, more and more people had seen Wang Dashun at night. Some people even heard crying coming from Wang Dashun's house in the middle of the night. One of the more courageous ones didn't believe it and went to the door in the middle of the night. As a result, he was found unconscious outside the house the next day. He didn't even know how he fell asleep. But since then, this guy has been crazy all day long. As a result, the whole ditch is in a state of panic. "
After pausing for a moment, Song Bo continued, "Then, a Daoist priest was invited back from somewhere to perform a ritual. In the end, Wang Dashun's ghost was chased away and came to our Song Village! "
"Uncle Song Bo, are you saying that Wang Dashun's ghost has come here … Has anyone here seen it with their own eyes?" Song Haoran suddenly asked.
Song Bo nodded hard, "Of course! Many people have seen it, including me … It was probably last week. Someone was holding a wedding in another ravine and invited me over to set up a stove to cook. Because I came back late, I heard some strange noises when I entered Old Master Song's ancestral home in the middle of the night … At that time, I drank a bit of wine, so I stealthily went to the front door to listen for a bit. I heard some very strange sounds, like laughter. Then I touched the wall of your house and took a look inside! Oh my God, I was almost scared to death! "
"What did you see?" Song Ying swallowed his saliva and asked subconsciously.
Song Bo's face was a little pale at this time. He swallowed his saliva and said, "I saw a guy with disheveled hair and I couldn't see his face. He was lying on the ground, crawling and crawling. He crawled very fast! He didn't look like a human at all! "
"Someone?" Song Haoran grasped the key point.
"There was a ghost!" Song Bo said in horror, "I saw it with my own eyes! That ghost crawled and suddenly pounced, grabbing a mouse and stuffing it into his mouth. Oh my! The mouse's tail was still moving in the ghost's mouth. In the end, it was swallowed alive! He even smiled at me afterwards, which scared the hell out of me. I directly hid in my house and kept the lights on for the whole night, not daring to close my eyes! Since then, the poultry we raised here often disappeared … Everyone said that the ghost was hungry and came to steal in the middle of the night. Now, everyone doesn't dare to go out at night, afraid that the ghost will pester them. Look, during the day, everyone had a meeting in the ancestral hall, discussing how to invite a Taoist priest to come back and chase away Wang Dashun's ghost. Otherwise, we can't live! "
Everyone looked at each other. If someone was so strange in the middle of the night, there might be other reasons, but ordinary people couldn't swallow a mouse alive.
"You said that this ghost is still in our ancestral house, right?" Song Haoran asked again.
Song Bo said, "This … Young Master Song, don't tell me you want to go and take a look? Please don't! It's very fierce in the middle of the night … Why don't we go there tomorrow? If you don't mind, you can come to my house and stay for a while. I'll make room for you. We're just a couple. My son and daughter-in-law are working in the city. You can sleep anywhere. "
Song Haoran glanced at Song Tianyou, obviously waiting for him to speak.
"No need, Song Bo." Song Tianyou said indifferently, "If I, Song Tianyou, want to go home, even ghosts can't stop me. Besides, as the saying goes, humans are 30% afraid of ghosts, but ghosts are 70% afraid of humans. We have a lot of people and abundant Yang energy. We're not afraid of ghosts. "
"Oh, Master Song, don't be so stubborn. Just wait for the night … Master Song!" Song Bo called out, but Song Tianyou had already led them to the ancestral house of the Song Family. He couldn't stop him at all.
Song Bo glanced at them and saw that he couldn't stop them. He could only run back to his house resentfully.
…
The ancestral house of the Song Family in the Song Family Village wasn't small.
Although the mansion in front of them had been abandoned for a long time, the two stone lions placed in front of the door still showed some of its former grandeur.
It was just that the plaque in front of the door was tilted down. Song Tianyou glanced at it and slowly let out a sigh. Seeing this, Fifth Uncle hurriedly asked someone to straighten the plaque.
Only then did the group push open the door of the mansion and walk in.
There was a porch at the entrance of the mansion. More than ten years ago, when Song Tianyou came back and rebuilt the ancestral house, he had people connect it to electricity and install a lighting system. The power switch was also set in the porch. But now that the power switch was turned on, there was no electricity. It was afraid that it had been too long since electricity was used, so it was automatically canceled.
"It seems that the person who was hired to look after the house last time didn't do a good job." Song Tianyou shook his head.
In fact, he had specially left money for the person who looked after the house. But he hadn't come back in recent years. That person took the money and didn't do a good job. It was possible that he even ran away.
"Old Five, take two people with you and see if you can find some candles or something." Song Tianyou thought for a while and said, "I remember there's a utility room in the back yard. See if there's anything we can use. Let's stay in the front yard for now … Come, let's sit in the pavilion over there for a while. "
Song Tianyou reached out his hand and pointed. It was already night and the night was hazy, but they could still vaguely see a four-cornered pavilion.
Fifth Uncle quickly brought two bodyguards over, while the rest of the bodyguards surrounded the gazebo and waited.
Mr. Seven smiled and said, "Master Song's people are indeed the elites of the elites. Just by looking at the momentum of these bodyguards, many elite battalions in the country may not be able to find one."
Song Tianyou just smiled and didn't say anything about his own people. Instead, he asked, "Seven. Song Bo just said that this mansion is haunted, what do you think? "
This Mr. Seven wasn't from the Zhang Family, but from Zhang Lilanfang's maiden family. But only Zhang Lilanfang was in charge of the two families now. Even so, the business between the Zhang Family and the Li Family was basically separated — except for the antiques.
Although the Zhang Family was a secretive rich family, many people in the country still knew about it. And the Li Family belonged to the secretive family, and they hid in the dark.
After all, the Li Family started from the dumping business, so they always kept a low profile and only did things that made money silently. Since the country opened up, the Li Family's business turned to foreign countries — After all, the protection of cultural relics in the country had become stricter, and the tombs that could be dumped were almost all dumped in the past thousands of years.
Even so, the Li Family would occasionally find some cultural relics that were stolen during the war from abroad, and handed them to the country through different breakthroughs.
Zhang Lilanfang used this method to maintain the good relationship between the Zhang Family and the Li Family in the country, and at the same time, she continued to promote the Li Family's reputation … And those people in the government simply turned a blind eye to it.
After all, Zhang Lilanfang lived in that era, and her husband made a lot of contributions in that turbulent era, even sacrificing his life for it …
Coming back to his senses, Song Tianyou continued to look at Seven, this expert who had dealt with all kinds of evil people for a long time.
At this time, Ah Qi was muttering to himself. He suddenly took out a palm-sized compass from his clothes and placed it on the stone table under the pavilion. Then, he began to mutter.
It was the first time for Song Haoran and Song Ying to see this operation, so they couldn't help being interested. But Zhang Qingrui didn't seem to care when Seven took out the compass. She was absent-minded, and no one knew what she was thinking.
Luoqiu was looking at the depth of the Song Family's ancestral house, revealing a trace of thinking.
After a while, Seven said slowly, "Mr. Song, we have a so-called 'Dragon Cave Search' in our industry. The dragon in it refers to mountains and spiritual veins. And the dragon is called Shinryū and fake dragon. In ancient times, many emperors and ministers had more than one tomb. This is the so-called real and fake tomb, in order to prevent later people from touching the real tomb and destroying Shinryū. "
As he spoke, Ah Qi stood up and pointed at the mountains outside the mansion's outer walls. He said, "Look, the winding and undulating mountain range outside contains a large amount of vitality, so the land here is fertile. Green mountains and beautiful rivers, this is definitely a true dragon." After finding Shinryū, we will find the resting place of Shinryū. The resting place is far from the dragon head, so this dragon is the Dragon of Riches. If a tomb or residence is placed on the Dragon of Riches, it will be a place full of vitality, and the future generations will have good fortune. Obviously, the Song Family's ancestral house is on this Dragon of Riches. Looking at the direction of the structure and the meaning of the Dragon Cave, it seems that the person who built this house must be a master in metaphysics. "
"Oh?" Song Tianyou said, "From what you said, not only is this not a haunted house, but it is also a blessed land?"
Seven nodded, "Although the Song Family has declined a few years ago, it has been blessed. After Master Song returned to the country, he ordered people to renovate the house. After that, the Song Family's life has been smooth. It's wonderful. "
"Oh? From what you said, if someone wants to deal with my Song Family, they don't have to do it personally. As long as they destroy this ancestral house, then my Song Family will be in danger, right? "Song Tianyou looked at Seven and suddenly laughed coldly.
Seven's heart trembled, and sweat seeped out of his forehead. He thought that this Song Tianyou was already over sixty years old, but he still had such a terrifying aura. He couldn't help but open his mouth, not knowing how to respond.
He could clearly feel that there were several gazes filled with killing intent looking at him from outside the pavilion.
He had heard of the legend of the 'Iris Flower' ….. that was a terrifying person that directly overturned a small country!
Zhang Qingrui smiled, "Master Song, it's just a Fengshui story. You can't take it seriously. Besides, no matter how good the Fengshui is, it depends on the person. If the person in charge is just a good-for-nothing, no matter how much wealth there is, it will only dissipate. Only a smart and capable person can persevere. No matter how good the fortune of the ancestors is, it depends on the ability of the descendants. The Song Family is thriving under your leadership. Even in the country, it's hard to find a comparable family. It's enough to show that you are a man of great fortune and great talent. Besides, as the saying goes, man can conquer nature. Master, didn't you walk all the way to today's success? "
"Oh, you're really smart." At this time, Song Tianyou smiled and sighed, "Big Sister Li is really lucky. After being praised by a girl like you, what else can an old man like me say?"
"Master, you're still very healthy." Zhang Qingrui said softly.
At this time, the light of a fire came from not far away, illuminating the crowd. It turned out that Uncle Wu came back with some people, with a torch in his hand.
"Master, I found some kerosene and some candles. It should be enough for tonight." Uncle Wu came back with the torch, "Tomorrow, I'll ask someone to buy some more things, and see if I can connect the electricity."
Song Tianyou nodded and stood up, "OK, let's go inside. It's cold outside. My old bones can't stand it."
"Grandpa, let me help you." Song Ying hurried forward.
The crowd started to follow Uncle Wu into the mansion.
At this moment, Luo Qiu suddenly looked at a big tree in the front yard. He saw something flash by at an extremely fast speed.
Some were crawling, some were huge, and some had disheveled hair. They looked like frightened rats … and Song Haoran was also looking at them.
But Song Haoran didn't expose it. He just patted Luoqiu's chest and made a gesture to keep quiet. Then he turned around and chased after them. Suddenly he laughed, "Xiao Ying, how about I tell you a ghost story tonight?"
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