Zhao Qin is cold, but when I don't want to talk, he will never force it.

Along the way, I even took two quick steps forward and left the two men far behind.

Xiao Bai went to rent a car again, and when we arrived at Yu Yinguan to pick up the old Dao chief, Zhao Qin did not get out of the car, and he looked at the look of the view to a layer of heavy hatred.

The old Dao master naturally repaired it to a low, but surprisingly, after getting into the car, he did not feel the difference between Zhao Qin at all, but was perfunctory by me by saying "is a friend".

Along the way, there were also some laughs, the old way is amazing, told us about what he had experienced, and soon arrived at the royal village.

The royal village and the Dujia village are not far apart, but the terrain is very different, Dujia Village is located in a flat land, surrounded by mountains.The royal village is a house built on the half-hillside, and the basin at the foot of the mountain is used to irrigate the house.

Like ordinary villages, when we entered the village, we only saw a few farmers who were smoking, and there was no one on the other roads, and this big morning, when farmers went out to work.

The old Dao master calculated the calculation, waved his hand and said, "Go, go to the village chief's house."

He did not say that I was surprised by this trick, even Xiao Bai was surprised, to know that this can calculate a person's place at will, but it is not ordinary people can do it.

After climbing half the hill to reach the village chief's house, we only knew the end of it.

The old mayor and the mayor were dead.

The village chief who was cutting wood in the small courtyard saw a group of us and looked surprised: “Clear, really you?”

The old Dao nodded and said, “Yes, I haven’t seen everything well for a long time?”

The machete in the village chief's hand fell to the ground, and the muddy old eyes were red, and the first two steps tightly held the old Daoist's hand: "Clear, not seen for many years, you finally will see me again."

I’m confused, what’s that?I saw the little white face around him, and quietly said to me, "I must be the old donkey road thirty years ago can not withstand the temptation of red dust, fell into the ordinary brother."

I suddenly realized that I looked at the old Daoist and the village chief with not many words, but it was the look of tears, and I couldn't help but feel thousands of emotions, the time rushed for thirty years, perhaps missed, but this one saw and hated the night.

For a moment, we were let in by the mayor.

The cottage was small, and as soon as it opened the main door, I saw a black-and-white photo hanging directly on the wall in the middle of the hall.

The person in this picture I know is the man who jumped off the cliff himself when he returned to Dujia Village that day, at the height of the Ba Lingfeng, he jumped off the cliff himself.

After that, I woke up in my aunt's bed, and then I remembered this thing in my heart, I was not sure if it was true, but now, after I really saw his own black and white photos, I couldn't help but shock.

Zhao Qin's voice sounded softly in my ear: "With me, don't be afraid."

I was in a warm heart, and it was on the bus that day that he saved my life because of his timely appearance.

The old Dao chief and Xiao Bai looked at each other, and pointed to the photo and asked, “Is this it?”

The village chief looked at the photo with red eyes and sighed and said, "My son, who knew that he was in a car accident when he came back, and the whole bus turned over to the cliff, and those who survived at that time were scared mad."

Speaking of this, the village chief was once again upset, smeared with tears and said: "I knew this, I should not have asked him to go to the city, you say, those things are not important, when to buy it, why is that day?" 」

In the small room, a thick sadness immediately rose, and the old Dao sighed and said that he was willing to do the magic for his nephew to overtake his dead.

The village chief was naturally very happy, and he also spent some days in the Taoist view, so he quickly prepared a simple law field to let the old Dao chief pass for his son's practice.

He saw that what he had prepared was green pine branches, a bowl of clear spring water, three incense and a stack of yellow Buddha paper, plus a big cock to be slaughtered.

When Xiao Bai and the old Dao chief began to prepare for the practice, I saw Zhao Qin's eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

Also, although not to be recruited to him, it will not hurt him, but such a situation, watching always makes him uncomfortable in the heart of a ghost.

I made an excuse and took him away from the mayor’s house for a while.

We walked all the time to the top of the highest mountain in the village, and Zhao Qin asked me, “Do you have a heart?”

I looked back at him: "That day, I was in the car, and then I was able to go home safely, and in the middle of it, I had two days without a trace."You say, what happened to me in the past two days, and you were there, and you must know something, right?”

Zhao Qinli lip laughed and said, “What should I be, I was worried about this.”Yes, you were missing for two days, but in those two days, you were just unconscious, and I was afraid of hurting you, so I sent you home two days later and erased that part of your memory."

“Really?”I looked at him, I didn’t know why, and wanted to believe him, but I vaguely felt that something was wrong.

“Certainly.”

“Damn, kill you, kill you.”A childish voice interrupted the conversation between the two of us.

I found a small figure squatting behind a stone not far away, and from the back it looked as if it were a child of about four or five years old.

He was slamming on the ground with the stones in his hand, and his mouth was not very swearing to kill you and kill you.

I thought about this mountain, how could a child be alone in such a place, I couldn't help but walk a few steps forward and call him: "Little boy, what are you doing?"

Hearing my voice, the child's movement of raising the stone could not help but pause, and then continued to smash down, as if it was a lot worse than before.

“Little boy, where are your parents?”I had to go over and ask questions and put my hand on his shoulder.

Who knows this approach, I was frothed, only to see this child in front of a pile of thousands of ants, large and small tens of thousands of ants, each one was smashed by him with stones, and even a bunch of small ant heads next to him.

How could a child have such patience and cruelty to kill so many ants?

I was startled, and at the same time subconsciously retracted the hand that was placed on his thin shoulders.

At this time, the child had already looked at me, smiled, and asked me, “Eat?”

His mouth was full of ants, and this talk, only to see the black hemp one fell out of the mouth, and these ants that fell from his mouth were all alive, and ran once they landed.

The child's face immediately changed, and immediately turned his head and smashed a fierce stone: "Let you run, kill you, kill you."

Seeing the ants in the mouth was smashed one by one, the child's face gradually bloomed a little smile.

I was horrified to step back, how could it be that, how could it be that so many ants would fall out of the mouth of a large living man, and if the thousands of ants that had been smashed by this push had fallen out of his mouth, it would be unacceptable and imagined.