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I think that He Da had already been knocked out. I looked at the Mo Dou on his hand. It's true. Since Mo Dou doesn't have any problems, then he's going to directly mess with me. Once I leave the rooster's area of activity, I'm afraid I'll be dragged away by him.

Ah!" I remember! " I suddenly went back to He Feng's side and said to He Dazhi, "Big Brother Dazhi, come over and help me move this Eight Immortals Table. I can't move it by myself.

"Why did you move the table?" He Dang asked.

I replied, "Let's spread the news. I want to set up an altar to drive away ghosts. The things that happened in your house were caused by that Yang Tian. We have to get rid of him first. Otherwise, we'll never be able to have peace."

"Oh, then set up the altar!" He Dazhi did not dare to take the risk after he returned. He was not suppressed by the talismans. His yin aura leaked out, fearing that he would be attacked by the giant rooster the moment he got close.

I frowned. After thinking for a moment, I said, "That's right! You should go to the village's butcher's house and borrow a Pig Slaughtering Knife. I'll take care of this place myself!"

"Alright!" He Dang turned around as he spoke.

My expression hardened and I bit my scabbed middle finger again. After that, I rushed over and shouted, "Big Brother Dazhi, wait!"

He Li turned his head around and I hurriedly tapped his forehead. After temporarily suppressing him, I drew a rune on his face.

"I've read a lot of books! You still want to lie to me? " I'm proud of it.

I picked up Mo Dou and pulled out the thread. After wrapping a few times around He Li's body to prevent Yang Tian from coming out, I temporarily sealed his soul onto He Li's body. After that, he had wrapped He Feng a few times, using up all the strings in the inkstone as well.

After I was done, I clapped my hands. The spirit that was going to be delivered this time was trapped, unlike the time when I was in the forest, when I was tired like a dog.

I placed the two of them on the ground. At this moment, He Dazhi's voice came from outside, "My little brother has been carried by a ghost. Please don't believe him!"

When He Daji ran into the courtyard and saw that I had put He Dali down, he let out a sigh of relief and said, "Mr Sun Ling, can you tell that there's something wrong with my brother?"

The back of his head was covered in blood.

"What's the matter with you?" I asked.

Big Hand He said, "When we were on the way back from Mo Dou, he suddenly threw a rock at me. After a few hits, I was killed. Only then did he let me go. When I said that no one could save my woman, I guessed that he had been set up by a ghost. "

"At least you're smart. Go to the doctor to treat your wounds first. With me here, there won't be any problems for a while." I said.

He Dazhi nodded and ran again.

I looked at Yang Tian and He Feng. They did accept these two, but it wouldn't be that easy to send them away. A person who had been framed by his beloved died with an abnormally heavy grievance. The other one was vain and had a strong attachment to the world, so strong that he didn't even know he was dead.

Unfortunately, I'm a giver, so I can't kill the spirit. After the last time I accidentally killed the mother of the big monkey, I had already made up my mind that I would never do anything to kill another spirit.

To some extent, the consequences of a Spirit Kill were more serious than killing people. That was because killing someone and killing them had ended his life. His soul would not be destroyed, and he would be able to continue to reincarnate. As for the Slaughter Soul, that was the same as ending him forever. However, the soul was in an excessive state, so it wouldn't bear any sin even if it was killed.

I was a little hungry, so I went to the kitchen to get a bowl of rice and stood in the yard, staring at Yang Tian and He Feng to eat.

At around ten o'clock, He Dazhi returned and asked, "What do we do now? Did you burn it? "

"Burning it would be useless. Moreover, Yang Tian is still in your brother's body. If I burn him, wouldn't I burn your brother to death as well?"

"Yeah, I forgot. "You decide, you decide!"

I lit a cigarette and thought about it for a long time, but I couldn't come up with a good idea. He then said, "Let's find a room and lock them up."

"There's a junk room in the back. We can lock them up." He Dazhi said.

However, He Da didn't dare to carry He Feng's corpse. After I explained it to him, he finally dispelled his worries and carried He Feng's corpse in with me. Then, he carried He Li in as well.

He Dang was still alive, and now that he was carried by the ghost, the time must not be 14 hours. Otherwise, He Dazhi's earth soul would be injured, and at that time, even if Yang Tian was extracted, he would still become a fool.

As a precaution, I had covered the junk room with talismans.

After I was done, I looked at the wound on my middle finger and said to He Dazhi, "Give me a wound."

"Oh, okay." Big Hand He turned back and looked at my hand. "Why did you use the Blood Drawing Talisman? When my father died, the Taoists were always pasted on the door of his room with signs drawn in ink. "

"That kind of talisman is only used to warn ghosts not to come close, to remind the dead that they have already gone, and that they should no longer come to the usual place in front of them. "But what I drew just now was directly used to suppress ghosts. It's of a different nature." I said.

"So that's how it is!"

Big Hand He brought the wound over, while I stuck it on. He said, "Uncle Da Han, your brother can't be possessed for a long time. You don't need to rest now. Go to the next village and find out where Yang Tian's grave was buried."

"Why are you looking for his grave?" He Dazhi was puzzled.

I replied, "Don't ask so much for now. If you find him, inform me. We'll go dig up his grave."

He Dabao asked again, "Why are you digging the grave?"

I looked at him, and he stopped asking questions. He took his flashlight to the neighbor's house and called for two people to go with him to the next village.

Yang Tian has been unwilling to go on the road for so many years. Other than his hatred for He Shuihua, and the fact that all the women in his family died before they were married, I think there's also another reason. Because he committed a crime in front of him. Although he was framed, according to the records, he committed the crime of decapitation. If we continue on our journey like this, I'm afraid that we will directly send him to the 18 Hells, so I wanted to first wash off his sins, lay out a path for him, and then move on with my emotions and reason as I send him on his way.

Even if he doesn't want to go on the road, I can seal him in his own body so he doesn't have to be too strong.

After waiting for more than two hours, He Big Hand came back, panting as he said, "His family was long extinct. No one knows where he's buried."

"Even if no one went to worship him, when others went to the ancestral tombs, would there still be people who saw his tombstone?" I said.

He Daji waved his hand, "No, we have a rule here. The person who is killed cannot be buried in the ancestral tomb for fear of ruining Feng Shui. I need to find a remote place with no one to bury me! "

"So many years have passed, it would be hard to find Yang Tian's grave." I shook my head.

After a while, I suddenly thought of a point and said, "Can you find the people who buried Yang Tian back then? Based on the time, those people who buried him at that time should still be alive! "

"That's right, I'll go right away!" He Dazhi said.

I replied, "Wait a moment, I'll go with you!"

"What about here?"

"It's fine, I've already locked up the junk room. I even stuck a talisman on it after I locked it." Furthermore, with your current situation, no one would dare to enter. "

"That's true. Let's go!"

The two of us came to Yang Tian's village and inquired about it. We found out that Yang Tian was shot to death that year, and his parents were still being criticized after his corpse was returned. The villagers were afraid that Yang Tian's bad luck was too bad, so they didn't dare to help him bury it on the mountain. Thus, they found a fool who ate a hundred meals in the village and told him to find a place with no one to bury it. The fool was still alive, but he was even more foolish now. He lived under the stage at the village entrance.

We found that fool on the stage, dressed in a cotton jacket, in the middle of the summer.

"F * ck, he's already so stupid, can he still ask me about what happened back then?" I said, feeling a headache coming on.

He Dabao squatted in front of the fool and asked, "Idiot, more than 30 years ago, you carried a person who was shot at and buried in the mountains. Do you still remember?"

I looked out without hope, my back to them. However, he heard the fool say loudly, "Of course I remember. That was the time when everyone in the village smiled at me! I will always remember, they all begged me! Even the captain gave me a bottle of wine. How could I forget such glory! "

I immediately turned my head and asked, "Do you remember where we were buried?"

"I remember! "Of course I remember!" The fool returned.

Not stupid at all. I laughed. He said to He Dazhi, "Uncle Big Hand, prepare two shovels. We'll go dig the grave."