Second-generation ancestor

The old man tried his best to stop the woman, and said, "You... what are you doing? Why are you arresting this child?"

"Uncle Wang, someone just saw the child's brother come back, we must catch him and go to the ancestral hall to ask for clarification!" After finishing speaking, he dragged the child out.

The child struggled and grabbed the old man, crying, "No, you read wrong, my brother didn't come back!"

The old man couldn't bear it and said, "He's just a child! Don't do this!"

The woman said: "All the people in the village have left. What are we guarding this dead village day after day? I am a widow who lost her son. I can't see anyone alive or dead. There are so many parents of children and those without a husband. Wife and son, you... you are very good, you have a son, what about us? What shall we do?" After she finished speaking, she began to cry, wiped a few tears, and said with a knife: "Today! Who dares to Stop me, and I'll kill anyone!" After saying that, he grabbed the child again and dragged him out the door.

The sound of the little boy's howling was really heartbreaking, but the dozen or so people standing outside the courtyard were all raising their hands and yelling, "Take him to the ancestral hall! Take him to the ancestral hall!"

Bai Hao stepped forward and was about to stop the woman, but was grabbed by Song Dongyang: "You are the only one who can subdue that fierce lady? Don't worry, let's see what happened here? Don't worry, I promise this child Nothing will happen."

Bai Hao's heart warmed, and he followed Song Dongyang silently back to the side, and quietly followed the noisy crowd to the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is located on the top floor of the village. Looking from the outside, there is a main hall and two side halls in the east and west. There is a stone tablet at the entrance, and the walls are covered with murals. Bai Hao took a closer look and saw two men in the painting, one of them playing the piano. Playing the flute alone.

After entering the main hall, the woman threw the child on an open space in the middle and said, "Tell me, where is your brother?"

The child knelt on the ground, his eyes filled with tears, trying to hold back his sobs, and said firmly, "My brother hasn't come back."

"If I don't give you some seriousness, you won't tell the truth! Hurry up, take off his pants and press him on the stool."

A young woman, seeing the child crying pitifully, stepped forward to persuade: "Aunt Zhang, why not...or forget it, Xiao Huzi is usually honest..."

Aunt Zhang grabbed the woman's arm and said loudly: "You are also a mother with a child! Are you planning to be a living widow and raise the child for the rest of your life?"

The woman "swiped" tears and shook her head. As soon as Aunt Zhang let go of her, she hurriedly greeted the other two old men, took off the child's pants and tied it to the stool.

Bai Hao clenched his fists tightly, his arms trembling slightly: "These wolves eat people!"

Song Dongyang said: "From wolves eating people to people eating people, what is pitiful and hateful is not human nature, but gains and losses."

The woman picked up a wooden stick and walked towards the child. Bai Hao was about to step forward when he was stopped by Song Dongyang. He was a little annoyed and said, "You still won't let me do it?"

"Look, people are coming."

As soon as the words were finished, an old lady with white hair dragged a young man in his early twenties and squeezed out from the crowd.Seeing this scene, the old lady fell to her knees, threw herself on the little boy and said, "Don't hit me, don't hit him!"

The little boy looked up and saw the old lady, crying and complaining: "Mom, what are you doing here? Take my brother away quickly! Go away!" Looking at the young man again, his eyes were focused, his face was expressionless, and a scar stretched from his eyes to his face. At the corner of the mouth, there is a "hehe" smile every so often, which makes people feel cautious.

Aunt Zhang stepped forward and said, "It's good if the person comes. Aunt Zhang, not only will we not embarrass you, but we will also treat your son's illness. When your son recovers, we will naturally lead us to catch that villain!"

The old lady looked at Aunt Zhang with hope in her eyes.

Unable to bear it any longer, the old man of the Wang family stepped forward and said, "Cure? What about cure? I thought that my child was just a fool when he came back, but in the end you said it was cure, and you used any method. , needles, talismans, and soul-calling, to see if he still can’t speak, and even beat him with a whip, forcing him to cry ‘pain’, all of you are people with children! You will treat yourself like this child?"

Aunt Zhang said: "Uncle Wang, at least you and Aunt Zhang's son are back, but what about my child? How many times, in my dream, I heard my Qin Shuang crying and asking me to take him away, let me take him home, But, I don't even know whether he is dead or alive, so where can I find it! Just treat me as a widow who sympathizes with me, step aside, even if I am a fool, I can still make him talk!"

As soon as the words were finished, the fat woman was about to rush forward.Bai Hao couldn't bear it anymore, he jumped up, stood in front of the boy, and said: "Let them go, man, I will help you find them."

Aunt Zhang said, "Why do you say you can find it?"

Song Dongyang paced out and opened the folding fan: "You fat aunt is also interesting, can't you see that my brother Bai is very good at martial arts, one of them is the top three? Besides, it's a favor to help you find it, it's good luck if you can't find it. I don't know what's good or bad!"

Song Dongyang interjected, and Aunt Zhang flushed with anger: "Where did you come from, you little bastards, who don't even have basic etiquette, justice, and shame? You people from other villages, don't mind our business."

Song Dongyang slapped his fan twice and raised his eyebrows: "Don't worry, okay! You haven't asked Uncle Wang's son, what did you find out? Do you really think that you can save his son with a few of you rural men? It's not time to cry with you in a dream. Brother Bai, it seems that these people don't need our help, let's go!" The voice fell, and he winked at Bai Hao.

"Go?" Bai Hao looked hesitantly at Song Dongyang.

Song Dongyang closed his fan, bowed his head and sighed, idiot!Pull up Bai Hao and leave.

"But..." Bai Hao looked at the child on the stool, as well as the old lady and the young man beside him, in embarrassment.

"Shut up!" Song Dongyang was rarely concise.

"Wait a minute." Aunt Zhang shouted.

The corner of Song Dongyang's mouth curved slightly, he stopped, but did not turn around, Aunt Zhang said again: "I believe you."

Only then did he turn around and said, "Then why don't you hurry up and let him go?"

After entering Wang's house, Song Dongyang sprawled out on the chair, took a sip of tea with peace of mind, the tea was not clean, and his mouth was astringent and bitter: "Brother Bai, you must not be reasonable when dealing with villagers in the countryside. It doesn't make any sense, besides, if someone is careless and offends them, with your character, how can you fight with a group of old, weak, sick and disabled? It's almost as good as being beaten."

"Then what should we do?" Bai Hao looked at Song Dongyang with a faint smile.

"Call them! First scold them to death, let me tell you, this person, no matter who it is, as long as he is scolded, he will definitely mess up his rules, and then you can naturally do whatever you want?" Song Dongyang said happily, okay? proud.

"Do whatever you want..."

"Nor...not, I'm joking!" Song Dongyang felt a little embarrassed after being caught in a loophole.

"Old man, how did the boy in this village be taken away?" Bai Hao asked Uncle Wang.

"Our village is a well-known scholar village. There are many young people in the village who love to read. They often stay at home overnight! So many of them didn't find out until the next day. But how were they arrested? How was he captured? I don’t know.”

"Is there any sign before the person disappears?"

"The sign... By the way, there is a little bit." Uncle Wang recalled, "A lot of people were taken away at that time, and people often heard the sound of the flute. deep."

"Does that young man live far away just now? We want to see if there is any clue? Can you recommend it for us?"

The old man said: "It's not far, it's not far, just go out, let's go there."

After leaving Wang's house and walking east a few steps, he saw the little boy sitting on the stone steps at the door. The little boy took a look at the person who came, and then ran straight over, grabbed Bai Hao's hand, and Drag it into the house.

"Why pull you? I was the one who saved him just now." Song Dongyang gave the little boy a sour look.

Upon entering the house, the old lady had already prepared water, and said apologetically, "I'm really sorry, there's no tea at home, so it's hard to entertain everyone."

"It's okay, ma'am, we want to see your son." Bai Hao said.

"He's in the north room, let's go there together." The old man said as he walked, "Poor parents all over the world, I also want you to arrest that murderer and see who made my son like this and our village." into this."

Pushing open the door, I saw the young man just lying on the bed straight, neither speaking nor moving.

Bai Hao stepped forward to check the young man's pulse. He looked closely at the young man's eyebrows and eyes, and seemed familiar: "Dongyang, do you think he resembles you?"

"Where does it look like?" Song Dongyang cast a glance, and then asked: "How is the person?"

"The pulse is normal." After speaking, he opened the young man's eyelids and said, "It doesn't seem to be poisoned."

"It's neither injured nor poisoned. Is it really bewitched?"

"Impossible, even in Fengdu, people and ghosts are connected by ghosts, unless..." Bai Hao said.

"Let me try!" After Song Dongyang finished speaking, he took out the piccolo from his neck, put it in his mouth, and blew it lightly, but the young man suddenly sat up.

Song Dongyang put down his flute and said, "It seems that he is a member of the Demon Way."

"This flute..." Bai Hao asked.

"It was given to me by Lin Xin. This is the key to the realm of humans and demons. Yin Rushi uses this piccolo to connect with the demons and practice magic skills."

Bai Hao said: "You try blowing it again."

Song Dongyang put it in his mouth and blew it again.

The young man got up and got out of bed, walked to the desk, picked up the inkstone on the desk, and began to grind the ink. After grinding, he chose a small pen from the pen holder, and said to the air: "I love to see you write, the sharpness of the pen Round and delicate, how about writing another one for me today?"

"It seems that he is still an elegant murderer." Song Dongyang said.

"not necessarily."

As soon as the words fell, the young man suddenly covered his head and yelled, "Don't hit me! Don't hit me! If I don't fight with you, it's you, and if I don't fight, it's fine!"

The old lady hurried over in fright, hugged her son in her arms, and sobbed: "My son, no one beat you, no, you went home, you went home!"

Song Dongyang approached and slapped the young man on the back of the neck with his palm, causing him to faint quietly.

Walking on the road, Bai Hao remained silent.

Song Dongyang stepped forward in two steps and said, "What are you thinking?"

"Ordinary people only want to live in peace and stability. What happened to them? What can they do? The government is indifferent, and the power is disparate. The sky is not working, and the earth is not working. This world is forcing people to become wolves. .”

Song Dongdao: "There are all kinds of troubled times, let alone frowns, don't we still have us? Just stick to yourself. Well, you can relax your mind to be clear." Song Dongyang asked, "Uncle Wang, the people in the village People drink water from this river?"

The old man said: "Yes, water nourishes people, and people nourish water. As long as I can remember, I have been drinking the water in this river. In the past, the water was clear and bright. Since there are fewer people in the village, even the water has changed. Dirty."

"From clear to turbid?" Song Dongyang glanced at Bai Hao.

"Changes are 'changes'. Where is the source of this water?" Bai Hao asked.

"There is a cave on the top of the mountain, and the water flows out of the cave." The old man said.

Song Dongyang thought about it and said, "Let's go and have a look."