I use the fox fairy to suppress all ghosts

I heard from Wang Guilin before that when he was young, he worked hard outside, and when he was old, he returned to his hometown, helping the people in the village to build bridges and pave roads, giving money to the elderly and the people in the village to improve their lives, and doing a lot of good things.

I thought everyone in the village would be very grateful to Wang Guilin.

But Uncle Hu Zi and I just heard the whispered words of the villagers who left, and we didn't expect them to have such an attitude.

The most irritating thing is that an old man who walked past me said angrily: "If you get rich, go to the village to show off. Isn't it just that you have two bad money, what are you talking about?"

What kind of mentality is it to do bad things with good intentions, thinking that rich people return to the village to show off?

When Uncle Hu heard this, he curled his lips and said to me, "Young master, why are the people in this village like this? Old Wangtou is a nice guy. He often gives money to the people in the village and even builds bridges and paves roads. This time I came to the village to do errands without giving money, is this attitude?"

I smiled and said, "Uncle Hu, there is a good saying called Sheng Mi En Dou Mi Chou. In the past, Wang Guilin would send money every time he went to the village, and the village would treat him as a distinguished guest, but as long as there is no Give, or give less, they feel uncomfortable, and even have a little hatred for Wang Guilin. In these people's hearts, they feel that Wang Guilin is very rich, and it is right for him to give money to the villagers. He walked out of this village."

"Giving is affection, not giving is duty. The rich don't get their money from the wind. Why do you have to give it to them every time you come? Don't they make money without hands or feet? No wonder this village is so poor." " Uncle Huzi said angrily.

"Okay, let's not worry about the affairs of their village. We are here to help the Wang family solve their troubles, but I seem to feel that something has happened. Maybe the Wang family is haunted by dirty things, and it really has an inseparable relationship with this village. .”

The two of us talked and walked straight towards the village.

The village head greeted Wang Guilin's family talking and laughing all the way, looking very harmonious.

Not long after, we were greeted to a newly built big tile-roofed house in the village.

Interestingly, most of the houses in this village are old houses, only this one seems to be newly built, spacious and bright, with a large door and attached room, which looks very grand.

This house should belong to the village head.

It seems that the village chief's family is quite rich, I don't know if Wang Guilin gave it to him.

The village chief has prepared a sumptuous dinner, including chicken and fish, with more than 20 dishes at a table. He warmly greeted Wang Guilin's family for dinner, and also greeted the two of us by the way.

At this time, it was already dark.

In fact, I really want to ask Wang Guilin where the scene that appeared in his dream is located. I didn't see the old locust tree in his dream.

But the village head kept pestering Wang Guilin for chatting, calling each other old uncles. That kind of flattering face made Wang Guilin very useful.

As soon as Uncle Hu Zi saw the food on the table, he began to show his skills, and he started to eat and stuff.

I'm also hungry, and I'm having a blast with Uncle Hu Zi.

While we were eating, suddenly, a man broke into the village chief's yard, crying, "Village chief, something happened to that bridge again, and someone is dead!"

"Why are you so anxious, can't you see that I am entertaining distinguished guests? What happened?" The village chief got up and said impatiently.

"It's your son Tie Zhu, who fell into the river while driving his car. He was just rescued by the villagers, and he seemed to be out of breath!" the man said anxiously.

Hearing this, the village chief swayed and almost fainted. He slapped his thigh and rushed towards the gate without caring about entertaining Wang Guilin.

We didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, so we all got up and ran outside with the village chief.

When we came, we came in from the east of the village, and we saw the village chief walking quickly towards the west of the village.

After about ten minutes, we came to the west side of the village.

When I got here, I suddenly felt that the scene here was a bit familiar, because I saw an old locust tree with luxuriant branches and leaves.

This old locust tree is exactly the same as the one in Wang Guilin's dream.

It seems right, this place is the west end of the village.

A group of people passed through the old locust tree, and then I got a river, which was exactly the same as the river in the dream.

The only difference from Wang Guilin's dream is that a bridge has been erected on the river, which looks quite new.

It's just that the bridge looks a bit dilapidated at the moment, and the railings on the bridge deck are broken in several places.

And in the river below the bridge, there was a brand new car floating in the water, with only one roof exposed.

Many villagers gathered on the bank of the river, talking a lot. Among the villagers, surrounded by two wet people, a man and a woman, both looked young, lying motionless on the ground.

I looked at the bridge and felt that something was wrong, so I opened my sky eye and looked at the bridge carefully again. I suddenly felt a surge of resentment, and there was no strong anger on the whole bridge. Wrapped in red evil spirit.

This strong evil spirit startled me, the depth of resentment almost caught up with that ghost couple.

While I was looking at the bridge, the village head had already pushed through the crowd, walked towards the two people lying on the bank, hugged the male corpse among them, and wailed loudly: " Tie Zhu, how many times have I told you not to walk on this bridge, why didn't you listen..."

The village chief cried so hard that he was dying.

I quickly fixed my eyes on those two people, so I took Uncle Hu Zi and walked over there.

After finally squeezing in, I moved closer to the village chief and said, "Don't cry, I'll see if anyone can be saved."

Hearing this, the village chief let go of the person in his arms and let him lie flat on the ground.

The person lying on the ground looked to be in his twenties, his face was purple, his eyes were still open, and his face was distorted.

I first felt his pulse, and then I put my hand on his celestial spirit cap to feel it carefully.

After a while, I couldn't help but tremble in my heart. Not only did this man lose his voice, his soul was also disintegrated. He was so dead that there was absolutely no possibility of him surviving.

I shook my head, then looked at the woman lying beside me.

This woman is also very young, probably less than 20 years old, and she is fairly well-grown. Her condition is much better than that of the village chief's son. Uncle Huzi took the silver needle in his hand and inserted it into several big holes on her body, then stretched out another hand and put it on her heart, and pressed it hard.

Not long after, the woman spit out a few mouthfuls of water and sat up abruptly from the ground.