Let me see which unlucky person is here to tell fortunes today

Carpenter Dong, who was thrown aside by Widow Xu, woke up at this moment. When he saw the evil ghost and the village chief's head in front of him, his face was full of regret!

"You rebellious son, how can you not see that the reason why Widow Xu seduced the men in the village is to find a backer for her daughter? Do you really think she likes you to the point of going crazy?"

"Parents who love their children will plan for them in the long run. If you don't want her, why not give her some more money to live on? With money to live on, how could she still cling to you?"

"But you just wouldn't listen, you were impulsive, angry, cruel, and that's why we are in this situation today!"

"Did I teach you this before?"

"Now the evil spirit has become, the feng shui of the village cannot be completely restored. Not only that, I also killed the old village chief and so many people in the village. I feel ashamed of the ancestors of Fengmen Village, I feel ashamed!"

The more Carpenter Dong spoke, the angrier and more anxious he became. In the end, he even spat out a mouthful of blood and died of anger.

"father!"

Dong Hu yelled and wanted to go forward, but he was afraid of Widow Xu who had turned into an evil ghost.

"Dong Hu, I admit that my seduction was not honorable, but didn't you also fail to resist the temptation?"

"We both get what we need, it's fair!"

"But your mistake was that when you found a better marriage opportunity, you just wanted to walk away. You killed me in such a cruel way and even killed my 7-year-old daughter!"

"Dong Hu, I hate it so much!"

The last four words were particularly spooky, and Dong Hu stepped back in fear, with his hands behind his back, trying to take something out of his sleeves.

At this moment, Ji Chu, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke up: "Dong Hu was afraid that Widow Xu would turn into a ghost and take revenge, so before coming here, he went home and got a piece of ink line and put it on his wrist!"

"Ink line is a very strong and masculine thing, especially when soaked in rooster blood or black dog blood, it is very powerful!"

"A newly formed evil spirit like Widow Xu may not be able to defeat it!"

The entire live broadcast room belongs to the outside world, and no one except a living person can hear it. Therefore, among the three people in the room, only Wang Hu can hear Ji Chu's voice.

Seeing Widow Xu walking towards Dong Hu step by step, Dong Hu pretended to be afraid on his face, but he held the ink line tightly in his hand.

Wang Hu ignored the pain in his body and pounced towards Dong Hu.

"Hurry up and leave. He has a plumb line in his hand. You can't beat him!"

Dong Hu didn't expect that his plan to kill ghosts would be disrupted by a person who appeared out of nowhere. He punched Wang Hu in the face in anger, and then strangled his neck with a plumb line!

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault. When Widow Xu was killed, it was you who let her go. When Zhang Qiaoqiao was killed, it was you who was causing trouble. Where on earth did you come from?"

"If I had known you were such a nuisance, I should have killed you first!"

The thin ink line made Wang Hu unable to breathe, and the burning sensation in his lungs made his consciousness increasingly blurred.

In his last glance, he only saw Widow Xu's beautiful face enlarged in front of his eyes, and then fell into darkness.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying beside a dry well, and the houses around him had returned to their dilapidated state.

Everything seemed like a dream, except that my face was still red and swollen from the fight, and my body felt like it was falling apart and was in constant pain.

"Anchor, am I dead?" Wang Hu looked confused.

Ji Chu chuckled and explained: "Don't worry, I'm alive and well. Remember I asked you to turn around under the tree three times before you entered the village?"

"The poplar tree is also called the ghost clapping tree. It is a ghost tree. It makes you spin in circles so that a trace of your soul will remain there. When the yang energy in your body is weakened, you will be able to smoothly enter the cycle of the story that happened that year."

"When you are in danger of death, this strand of Yang Soul will draw back the rest of your soul. But I discovered that the reason you are sleeping here peacefully is not because the Yang tree drew your soul back, but because someone sent you out of the story."

The barrage is also refreshing.

[Just now I saw you being strangled by the ink line, and then after a burst of white smoke, the whole scene changed, and you were also lying beside the dry well. ]

[Anchor, who saved Wang Hu? Was it Widow Xu?]

Ji Chu nodded: "Well, Fengmen Village has been in a cycle since Zhang Qiaoqiao was killed by Dong Hu 300 years ago, and has been under the influence of Widow Xu's yin energy."

"But Wang Hu, your intrusion changed the outcome. One time was when Dong Hu killed Widow Xu. Unfortunately, you were unable to stop him at that time."

"The second time was when Dong Hu killed Zhang Qiaoqiao. That time, you succeeded."

"Your kindness prevented Widow Xu from killing you."

Although he survived, Wang Hu, who witnessed the entire tragedy, could not feel happy.

"Host, I want to save Widow Xu. Does that mean I just need to destroy the Sanyue Temple?"

"She has been reincarnated for 300 years, more than 10 days, and has to watch herself and her daughter die tragically every night. This torture is enough to offset her sin of turning Fengmen Village into a ghost village."

Ji Chu waved his hand and said, "There's no need to destroy the temple. Just go dig out the remains of Widow Xu and find a place to bury her."

Wang Hu endured the pain and got up, took out an engineer shovel from his bag, and limped towards the three temples.

He thought that after so much time had passed, Widow Xu's body should have turned into a pile of soil, but he didn't expect that he would actually dig something out.

Until the last Xiaoyue Temple, Wang Hu dug out Widow Xu's head.

Beauty withered bones.

Looking at the scars left by the shovel, Wang Hu was still shocked by Dong Hu's cruelty.

Just as he placed Widow Xu's skull in the cloth and prepared to take it away, a puff of white smoke drifted out of the skull.

Widow Xu slowly walked out from the white smoke.

Her face was still as beautiful as ever, but without any hostility, and there was even a hint of apologetic smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Thank you, benefactor."

Wang Hu looked at the scene in surprise and waved his hand flattered.

"No, no, no, I just couldn't bear to watch it. No thanks or anything."

Widow Xu turned sideways and looked at the moon in the sky: "It would be great if I lived in this era. In our time, women were ordered not to show their faces in public, let alone a widow with a child."

"But my husband died and the family lost its source of income. The only thing waiting for us was starvation."

"If it was just me, it would be fine, but my Qiaoqiao is only 7 years old, how can I bear to let her go."

Wang Hu stepped forward and said helplessly: "So in order to let your daughter survive, you turned yourself into a vixen in their eyes."

Widow Xu chuckled and did not defend herself.

"I envy your generation, where women can study and work. If I could also go out to work, I wouldn't have to do those things."

"It's a pity that I'm a widow. The cloth I weave is considered unlucky, so no one dares to buy it."