Twilight Boundary Chapter 327

Chapter 327: Trouble from all sides (additional update)

As a ghost walker, since you are waiting for the other party to come to your door, how could you be so stupid as to just bring a knife and wait for the other party here?

Of course we have to set up the altar, but we just do it in a more concealed manner so as not to be noticed by the other party.

It is precisely because of the altar that Hu Ma can safely fight with the opponent. He borrowed the life evil spirit of one of the five evil altar envoys to practice the special skills of the New Year's Keeper that he has recently practiced.

It is also because I am in my own altar that I can use my body to resist the other party's evil spirits. I have an intuitive and real understanding of the power of these five altar evil spirits. Otherwise, just relying on my own behavior as a person to watch the year, even if it is Can't hold on.

As for the more important reason, it is to prevent the other party from being frightened and running away. There is no way to stop it silently.

Of course, after they actually fought, Hu Ma felt that it was a miscalculation to use the other party to try out her own unique skill. It was really impossible to try it out.

After all, I have tasted the taste of people like Ji Tang who watch the year, and others seem a bit dull.

Now, things are going smoothly on his side. Looking at the Fate Messenger who was restrained by his shackles, Hu Ma also let out a low sigh, knowing that the first step of the plan has been completed, and the rest depends on others. .

Once against it, I found that the Wuhatan has some ability, but as long as it is defended, it is not very good. How can it be those opponents?

The difference only depends on what tricks they play, right?

Similarly, when Hu Ma was pulling out the flesh demon for the village next to Niujiawan, many things were happening one after another in Mingzhou Prefecture, which was still calm on the surface.

They remembered the legend of the gold and silver doll passed down orally from their ancestors. Although the gold and silver doll did not belong to the church and no one had seen it, it was secretly offered in the ancestral hall and they had to burn incense before doing business.

Only some elderly people who are over seventy years old will occasionally drink too much and tell their descendants with a smile: "Our village is spiritually preserved!"

 Whether there really is such an old turtle in the pond behind the village, no one has seen it.

Under the moon, I saw gold and silver dolls playing here at the bottom of the stream, so I decided that this was a geomantic treasure land that would bring fortune, so I bought this land from the government, and farmed here, and it has been reproduced for generations. Became Dazhuangzi.

And the descendants are indeed living a prosperous and prosperous life. Many young people in the village go out to do mule and horse business. They are called mule and horse gangs by outsiders and are well-known good farmers in this area.

　　In the end, as if facing a formidable enemy, he summoned someone and said: "Your village is in big trouble, and there is an old turtle who is borrowing his life..."

“In the pond at the back of the village, we don't dare to let the dolls go there and cause mischief, for fear that they will collide with the Xian family!”

To the northwest of Laoyin Mountain, Yuqian Village is located at the intersection of Mingzhou and Gunzhou. This village is not very wealthy. Most of the people in this village are farming and collecting herbs, but they can produce people who live a long life.

 “Outsiders can't understand it.”

But after looking at it, I found that the feng shui of this village was only average, not the best. After all, it was surrounded by mountains. There were some herbs, but when they were picked and boiled into decoction, they didn't have any more medicinal properties than other places.

Of course, some people in the community are curious about whether the village has good feng shui, or whether there are any elixirs for extending life, and they often come to see it.

The villagers were shocked and hurriedly asked how to explain it. The other party made some calculations and said: "Build a tower on the pond and give it a town. It will give us back the life it borrowed!"

“We have seen that there is an old turtle the size of a millstone in the pond. It was chosen to practice in our village. It brought us the shadow and made the people in our village live longer..."

But on this day, several young people in the village suddenly fell ill. They couldn't drink the soup and were almost dying. However, a wandering doctor came over. When he saw the young people, his expression suddenly changed. , and looked around anxiously.

There is also a small and prosperous village at the foot of a mountain ridge. It is said that the ancestors of this village were originally foot traders. When passing by this place, they were late on their way, so they rested on the mountain ridge.

Many old people swear that there is, and often bring incense and candles as offerings to worship, but no one among the younger generation has seen it. After all, the pond is only a few feet long. How can a turtle the size of a millstone be accommodated?

In other places, a person who lives to be fifty or sixty years old is already considered a senior citizen, and a person who lives to be seventy or eighty years old is considered to be in mourning. But in this village, old people aged seventy or eighty are not uncommon. Several old people lived to be over a hundred years old.

“I just want to ask you, are there any young children in the village who die young? There are often no illnesses and no disasters, but suddenly they are gone? Those are all people who have been robbed of their life..."

On this day, a gambler came and pulled two large carts to bet with others.

I don't think he had any special skills. At first he just guessed the date core in his hand. If he guessed correctly, he would be given a foot of cloth. If he guessed wrong, he would only lose a hard-faced steamed bun in his hand.

The villagers only thought it was a joke and won twice, but they actually won the cloth, so word spread all of a sudden, and countless people came to watch the fun.

This man seemed stupid and stupid, losing more than he won. He quickly lost a cart of cloth, and then he also pressed the mules and horses pulling the cart. He also took out the copper coins and silver pancakes in the chain and continued gambling. With.

The villagers were also attracted by this opportunity to make a fortune. The gamble was like sticks hitting sparks. The bet became more and more intense. It lasted for two days in a row.

At the same time, several elders in the village who were able to speak and manage affairs fell ill and became increasingly unruly. The people in the village did not know how much benefit they got from this gambler. Gambling became so popular that they also gambled with each other. Instead, they lost and won again and again, all because of this gambler.

But little did they know that the overwhelming anger caused two children, one gold and one silver, to run out of the ancestral hall. They wanted to wash themselves in the stream, but they were caught by the gambler who came out with an excuse to let the water go, and a sack was placed over them. On the head.

He found a secluded place, tied his mouth with hemp rope, and then whipped him into the sack with a whip.

 Finally, when he heard the begging for mercy inside, a proud smile appeared on his face, and he came back with the sack on his back to continue gambling.

He had lost all the two carts of cloth and other goods he had brought, so he reached into the sack and groped for a long time. He took out a gold lump and a silver lump and put them on the table. Eyes, who cares what he brings.

As the gambling became more and more intense, the man began to win, winning back all his previous losses and winning an unknown amount of property. The villagers became increasingly jealous and gnashed their teeth.

There was another wealthy man at the foot of Laoyin Mountain. He built a large house with four rooms, married three wives, and gave birth to four or five children. His family had hundreds of acres of fertile land and many mules and horses.

Everyone in the neighborhood is envious of him. They often say that his boss was just a cowherd boy when he was a child. It is because of his hard work and hard work that he has such a big family business.

But on this day, a man came with a chain on his back. He praised the family for raising cattle and sheep well, and then he picked them up and fell in love with an old cow that was almost unable to get up. Ask the rich man how much money he has and if he is willing to pay for it.

The rich man refused, and just said: "There are a lot of cows in the pen. You can pick them out, but these old cows are too old to walk."

“When I was young, I herded cattle for my employer. Later, when my employer moved to the city, I pooled my money to buy it. It was all thanks to its help in plowing the fields and clearing the barren hills that I became able to have this family fortune.”

"Now that it is old and can no longer work, I want to care for it until the end of its life, not to mention selling it. Now when my son sees it, he has to call him uncle. It can eat the crops and seedlings in the fields whenever it wants. We won't stop you!”

"Although you have many mules, horses, cattle and sheep, I really only like this one."

The man with the chain on his back said: "We are willing to give up ten taels of gold. If you nod, the cow will be mine and the gold will be yours."

The farmer was shocked: "You can't chew old meat, how can it be worth ten taels of gold?"

The man with the chain on his back laughed and said: "To tell you the truth, what I bought was not the cow, but the bezoar in the cow's belly!"

"This thing is a treasure, but only we can use it. You don't know the ropes and don't know how to take it, so you just took it out and took it out, but you couldn't sell it for a few taels of silver."

The banker was about to write the letter. He looked at the golden little ingot and finally nodded.

The man with the chain on his back took the cow out on the spot, heated water in the open space, sharpened his knife, and disemboweled the cow.

Maybe the old cow was too old and didn't even have the strength to resist. He just knelt down on his knees. The cow's eyes were full of tears. The banker couldn't bear it, but as soon as he touched the twelve taels of gold in his arms, he responded cruelly. into the house.

With this treasure, the family can add dozens of acres of fertile farmland, which is more than enough to marry a housewife. It's worth it!

He didn't see it, but according to outsiders, it was really an eye-opener.

The man did not bleed. He disemboweled the live cow and pulled out its intestines. After a while of searching, he took out a black piece that looked like stone but not stone, and looked like jade but not jade. He left the cow and left it there, with blood flowing all over the floor. , with his eyes wide open until he died.

But that night, in the entire village, the cattle and sheep were restless, the mules and horses were restless, and the windows made a rattling noise.

A long-term worker saw that a dozen people in rags and rags with bowls in their hands came into the yard. They got into the farmer's granary and scooped out food one bowl at a time.

 Some people got into the cattle and sheep pens and led the animals out.

The rich man hurriedly sounded the gong and called his neighbors and his family's long-term workers to catch the thief. However, when he entered the granary, he found that there was no one inside, the food was still there, and there were not a few cattle and sheep in the pen.

I fell asleep uneasily, but had a vague dream. I dreamed that the old cow looked at me silently, shook his head slowly, and turned around to leave.

I woke up in panic and was about to dig out the cow bones, but suddenly I saw that the sky was darkening suddenly, and the fields were misty and ghostly. The livestock suddenly became plagued with plague. Half of them died in half a day, and they died in the second half of the day. At night, the neighbors' livestock could no longer be kept alive and began to die.

Immediately, the crops in the fields began to wither in large areas, and countless rats swarmed out of the granary. The granary was full of holes, and the baskets that were not taken out rotted basket by basket.

The sky and the earth are groggy, the villagers are crying and howling, and white paper money is flying everywhere.

 (End of this chapter)

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