Lord Fox Immortal is down [Rebirth]

Because of last night's tossing, the two of them slept until the sun was three poles before waking up the next morning, and they hugged each other on the hay for a long time before getting up.

Walking down this road, I found that the distance between the villages is getting farther and farther. Fortunately, the villages I pass by now are all connected to water and electricity. I just don’t know what it will be like to continue walking down.

After walking for a while, the two sat down to rest, ate something and walked on the remote mountain road.

In the afternoon, I finally saw a figure. There was a farmer planting something. Lu Qicang went up to ask how far he was from the village.

The farmer said that it was not far away, and it was only a few hundred meters away.

After Lu Qicang thanked him, he took Baihu's hand and walked forward together. After about ten minutes, he saw the village mentioned by the farmer.

The village is not too big, and the buildings are almost all tiled houses made of blue bricks. The dogs guarding the door barked non-stop when they smelled strangers, and the chickens who were curious to get close to Lu Qicang were also scared away. up.

Feeling noisy, Baihu glanced at the dogs, and the dogs immediately whined in a low voice, as if they were bowing their heads to beg for mercy.

The sun sets on the western mountain, and the smoke rises from the kitchen.

Lu Qicang wanted to buy some food from the people in the village, but found that almost every household had their doors closed, which looked a bit strange, if it wasn't for the smoke from the roofs, Lu Qicang would have suspected that no one in the whole village was there.

Went to one of the houses and knocked on the door a few times, but no one came to open the door, Lu Qicang and Bai Hu looked at each other, Lu Qicang patted the thick but old wooden door again: "Excuse me, is anyone at home? Is anyone at home!"

At this moment, the door opened a crack, and half of his face appeared. It was a dark man who looked Lu Qicang and Bai Hu up and down, frowned and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"We are practicing Taoist priests, we want to come to you to buy some steamed buns and dry food, so that we can eat on the road." At this time, Lu Qicang looked more like a Taoist priest.

"Taoist?" The man looked suspiciously at Lu Qicang, then at Baihu, then turned his head and said to the person behind him, "Daughter-in-law, go and get some steamed buns."

"Thank you—" before Lu Qicang finished speaking, the door slammed shut.

Then the door opened again, and the man said shyly, "Just now a gust of wind closed the door, it's really evil..."

Lu Qicang didn't smell any ghosts: "It seems that your village is quite peaceful, where is the evil?"

The man took the steamed bun from his wife, opened the door a little, looked here and there, and handed the steamed bun to Lu Qicang: "Master, to tell you the truth, there is a rule in our village that as long as there are pregnant women If you die, everyone will close the door and stay at home for seven days.”

Baihu understood: "So that's the case. I said why I didn't see anyone when I entered the village."

Lu Qicang thought it wrong: "We came all the way just now, and saw a farmer, and he even showed us the way."

"Impossible," the big man said affirmatively, "If you are in our village, you will know that you can't go out for seven days."

Hearing this, the expressions of Lu Qicang and Baihu changed at the same time.

Seeing the weird expressions on their faces, the big man said, "Don't you see something dirty?"

His daughter-in-law patted the big man from behind in horror: "Why don't you close the door quickly?!"

Then the door slammed shut in front of Baihu and Lu Qicang's noses in an instant!

Lu Qicang held the bag of steamed buns in one hand, and led Baihu with the other to sit down on a stone bench beside him, and said, "Did you smell ghosts on that farmer's body?"

Baihu shook his head: "No."

"Me neither." Lu Qicang frowned, "Since you didn't smell it, and I didn't smell it, then the farmer should be a person, could it be someone from another village? But it's not right, this village is extremely remote. Do people from other villages come to that kind of place?"

"Maybe..." Baihu expressed his conjecture in his heart, "A person is already dead, but he doesn't know he is dead, so he appears in the form of a spirit, not a soul."

Lu Qicang nodded: "Probably, maybe even the people in the village don't know he's dead."

Baihu: "The person who gave us steamed buns just now said that the person who died was a pregnant woman, not a man."

"Then I don't know." Lu Qicang took out a steamed bun and handed it to Baihu's mouth, "Eat it while it's hot."

Baihu took a bite of the steamed bun, and ate it with a smile on Lu Qicang's hand, shaking his head and looking extremely cute.

After poking Baihu's head, Lu Qicang said, "You kid, you know how to let me serve you."

Baihu took a steamed bun from the bag and pressed it on Lu Qicang's mouth: "Uncle Lu, let the servant serve you."

Only then did Lu Qicang eat the steamed buns contentedly, and the two of them were feeding each other in the slightly gloomy village, hearing the voices of people.

"Old Zhang, you also said that you are the descendant of Zhang Tianshi, but I never heard that Zhang Tianshi only went to practice things when he was drunk!" A man about 40 years old said, dragging a staggering, gray-haired man.

"I! I'm not drunk! I...I vomit..." The drunk man lost his footing, almost fell to the ground, and vomited wildly while supporting himself on one hand.

"You're still not drunk! How can you drink so much?"

The drunk man is a Taoist priest in the village. He is asked to do funerals in anyone's family, but he is a bit unreliable, and he likes to drink a few cups. No, he is drunk again today. It just so happens that the village died today. Got a pregnant woman.

Lu Qicang and Baihu saw it, but they didn't say anything.

The middle-aged man had no choice but to support the drunken Taoist priest to go forward. Lu Qicang and Bai Hu glanced at each other, knowing each other's thoughts, they followed.

The two of them entered an old house, the door was wide open, and two white lanterns were hung on both sides of the door. It seemed that it was this family that had a pregnant woman who died.

The house is very old. From the outside, it looks like blue bricks and black tiles, but it is gloomy, and the walls are very high, giving people a depressing feeling, as if what happened inside, the outside has no idea of ​​the desolation.

Lu Qicang and Bai Hu flew up to the roof and looked down, only to see that in the courtyard, the drunken Taoist priest swung his mahogany sword twice, chanting incantations.

Lu Qi snorted and laughed: "Another deceitful stick, I don't even know what he's reading."

Baihu: "What do you mean, he is a fake Taoist priest? Can't he save the souls of the dead?"

"If you can't get over it, the ghost of the pregnant woman will be trapped in this house forever, and it will be said to be haunted again."

"Then..." Shall we help them?Baihu didn't say this, it depends on whether Lu Qicang wants to do it or not.

Touching his chin, Lu Qicang thought for a while, and said, "Look again, maybe we can do it secretly."

Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest fell to the ground with a bang, and the victims didn't know what was going on, and then there was a loud snoring sound, some of them got angry and cursed directly, and people carried the Taoist priest back.

Lu Qicang sighed, and said, "It seems that we still have to make a move."

Baihu nodded: "Then let's go down to the gate."

The victims who were worried that there would be no way for Taoist priests to save the souls of the dead saw two people dressed as Taoist priests standing at the door, and the middle-aged man came up and asked, "Excuse me, are you Taoist priests?"

Lu Qicang said solemnly: "I just passed by Guibao Land and knew that someone died, so I came here to see if I need help."

"It's just right," the middle-aged man welcomed Lu Qicang and Baihu in, "The Taoist priests in our village have something to do and can't come. Master, do you think we can do it? It's easy to talk about money."

"Then take me in and take a look."

Seeing that Lu Qicang agreed, the middle-aged man hurriedly said, "Master, this way please."

As soon as Lu Qicang and Baihu entered the mansion, they felt something was wrong.

The architectural layout of the mansion faces north, with barriers in the front and mountains in the back. There are mountains on the left and right sides, and the length is almost equal. It is the green dragon on the left and the white tiger on the right. The terrain is higher than the others. It stands to reason that the Fengshui of the house is extremely Well, it should be rich and prosperous, rich and prosperous, how could there be such a strange thing as the death of a pregnant woman?

It is impossible to appear in this rationality.

Then, there is only one possibility—the death of the pregnant woman is man-made.

The two followed the middle-aged man into the mourning hall, and the closer they got to the coffin, the more uncomfortable they felt.

Lu Qicang glanced at the pregnant woman in the coffin, she was quite young, about twenty years old, her face was pale, her eyes were closed tightly, she looked like a dead person, but her hands were folded on her swollen belly, and tied with a red rope Tight, Lu Qicang could tell that the red rope should have been soaked in black dog's blood, this posture was to suppress the ghosts of pregnant women and babies and prevent them from turning into ghosts and coming back to claim their lives.

Because in ancient times, pregnant women who died of dystocia were regarded as culprits, and they were usually rolled up with straw mats and thrown into the barren mountains and mountains, that is, they died without a place to bury them. Pregnant women who died of dystocia will be buried properly.If the child dies after giving birth, they can be treated preferentially, but the child in the womb is not born, and the pregnant woman who is stillborn is extremely fierce and has a lot of resentment. Otherwise, when it comes to the night of returning to the soul, the restlessness of the house will be a minor issue, and death or injury will be a major issue.

Seeing Lu Qicang looking at the red string on the pregnant woman's wrist, the middle-aged man explained: "Master, this is a rule passed down from our ancestors. Whenever a pregnant woman in the family dies due to dystocia, the hands of the pregnant woman must be tied with a red string."

Lu Qicang nodded: "Understood."

In fact, Lu Qicang is like a bright mirror in his heart, if you tie him up, you can tie him up, and if you use black dog blood, isn't that a guilty conscience?

But judging by the expression of the middle-aged man, it seems that he doesn't know much about it. "Oh, I forgot to say, I am the fourth uncle of the deceased."

Then he introduced the crying family members one by one.

Among them, a young man who was burning paper with a blank face was the husband of the pregnant woman.

Lu Qicang said: "Please give me the deceased's name, date of birth, and time of death, so that I can do the calculation and write the passport of the underworld."

"Okay, okay." The middle-aged man hurried to do it.

Lu Qicang whispered to Baihu: "You find a way to wander around the house and see what you find."

"En." Baihu nodded, slowly stepped aside, and then disappeared in the darkness.