The Nguyen is not a native.

Not long ago, my family moved south to avoid the war.

In Yuhang City, where every inch of land is valuable, after spending huge sums of money to buy a large mansion, I learned that the local customs of worshiping ghosts and gods are strong, and the migration ceremony is also quite cumbersome and extravagant.

When they first arrived in Yuhang, they all needed money whether they were purchasing property or making friends with powerful people.

So he did not follow the advice of Teeman.

According to the habits of my hometown, a simple migration ceremony was held in a hurry.

As a result, something strange happened just a few days after check-in.

First, at night, the family often hears whispers, or mocks and insults the man to live smaller than a needle, whose face is longer than a donkey, or arranges some secret stories such as "the father-in-law and daughter-in-law climbing into the ashes".

Next, a servant was lazy and taking a nap at noon, sleeping indecently, his feet were hanging outside the eaves of the bed, and half-wake up, and suddenly he felt a cold hand grabbed his ankle... The next day, people looked for him under the bed, half of his body buried in the soil, fainting and unconscious.

Finally, one night, when the guests were invited, the house suddenly smelled badly. The family pinched their noses and looked for it, and found that a whole pot of dead mice were boiling in the big pot of soup in the kitchen!

Strange things happen frequently, and the family can't bear it.

But the head of the family was a stubborn old Confucian scholar who was unwilling to bow his head at all. Instead, he instructed his family to "be blamed him for his mistakes and defeat him."

Until one month ago.

The head of the family reads at night.

The weather is stuffy and the windows are open to cool off.

Suddenly, a strange wind entered the house and blew down the pen holder. He got up to pick it up, but the pen holder inexplicably rolled to his feet. He accidentally stepped on it and fell to the gauze tent of the bamboo couch.

The best silk used in gauze tents is thin but not flexible.

But at this time, it was easily torn apart, becoming several "twist ropes" that entangled the neck of the owner of his hometown!

The more he struggled, the tighter the "twist rope" became.

The struggle alarmed the servants outside the door.

The family rules were strict, and the servants only asked outside the door.

"Master, what's wrong?"

But the "string rope" was deeply embedded in the flesh, and his throat could not even be heard. So he used all his last little strength to turn over the desk and tried to call for help.

However, the strange wind blew again, closing all the doors and windows tightly. At the same time, the door bolts and window bolts were automatically closed, and the study was isolated into a secret room!

He could only listen in despair as the servant asked repeatedly outside the door, but he could not make any sound.

Slowly my eyes turn black, my consciousness gradually becomes blurred...

Fortunately, my family discovered something abnormal and broke through the door in time to save the dying old Confucian scholar.

...

In the hall.

Li Changan finished listening to the whole story.

"Since you have offended the ghosts and gods, have you tried to comfort me?"

“Where will not be there?”

Opposite is an old man greeting Li Changan on the street. He calls himself Ruan Yanting, the eldest son of Mr. Ruan. According to him, Mr. Ruan has been frightened and cannot meet guests. He has been in charge of the inside and outside during this period.

"After this incident, my family also worshiped many times according to local customs. It could be calmed down for a day or two each time, but it still struggled afterwards."

"Why not change a house?"

"If you don't dare, don't dare, how can you increase the resentment of ghosts and gods?" The old man waved his hands repeatedly, without any resentment.

But...

Li Changan glanced around him. This was a small building where the Ruan family was temporarily living. The building was quite spacious, but for the Ruan family, it was still too crowded.

"I should have asked someone to exorcise evil spirits before?"

"I'm not hiding the wizard, I've invited a few." The old man looked embarrassed and drank a large cup of tea to cover up, and then said, "But it's not helpful. I just said that the god of the house is angry and that the master of enlightenment cannot calm down."

The God of Home?

Li Changan laughed.

"Can I go to your house to find out?"

…………

Ga~ squeak~

The sound of the door opening was like the whine of an old man.

The young man who led Li Changan into the mansion was sent by the Ruan family.

It is worthy of being a luxury house purchased at a high price. The courtyard at the entrance is spacious and elegant, embellished with old trees and strange stones.

But after a long period of time, the fallen leaves in the garden were accumulated, and there was a layer of gray color everywhere.

Yuhang is surrounded by the sea, and the sun is already covered with a layer of water vapor, gentle and gentle, and rarely cheerful.

Such sunshine falls in such a house, so it is natural that it shows some desolation and coldness.

Li Changan leaned over and twisted the gray on the ground. After a closer look, he found that it was all burnt paper ash.

At this time, a whirlwind was rolling up, and the paper dust in the yard rose up, as if black snow was pouring out to cover the sun, and dead leaves were mixed in between, like yellow paper money.

At first glance.

I thought I had accidentally entered the funeral held by the invisible ghosts, and the whimpering sound was the sob of the ghosts.

No.

Li Changan listened carefully.

There is indeed a voice in the wind.

I can't tell where it comes from, and I can only hear that there are many people who are noisy and quarreling. At first, it is thin and vague, but then it becomes clearer and clearer.

"Here comes again! Here comes again!"

"I'm still a monk, but Ruan Shiqi!"

Ruan Shiqi is a young man, and he ranks seventeen.

"Unfortunate! Unfortunate! Why is it him again?"

"Because he is the most courageous?"

"No, because his mother is a girl!"

"Which female leads to a woman?"

"Who and my father-in-law crawled ashes."

"That adulterer with my brother-in-law."

"That's the one who becomes a nun!"

"Hehe, if you can't be a family girl, you will become a monk girl?"

Li Changan couldn't stand it anymore.

"Shut up!"

Turn your palms and press them emptyly, and the strange wind in the yard is set in a fixed state.

Turning his head to look at the young man, his fists clenched, and his nails were embedded in the flesh. The Taoist priest asked him to go back first, but he was stubborn and still wanted to stay and show his way.

The Taoist priest did not persuade him and continued to walk in.

When we arrived at the main hall, the hall was covered with garbage, filled with extinguished incense and candles, scattered with a large number of broken compass, wooden swords, tokens, hand drums, rosary and other magic weapons. Several magic tables with broken arms and legs were crooked and slanted into small hills, with broken magic crowns and rotten robes hanging on their heads. When they approached, they smelled a smell of feces.

It can be seen that the Ruan family’s previous attitude towards the so-called “home god” was definitely not as peaceful as Ruan Yanting’s current words.

When he arrived here, the "home gods" who were repelled by Li Changan regained their arrogance and dirty words emerged again. At the same time, the doors and windows were open and closed without wind, and the tiles trembled on the roof.

It was like the house turned into a living creature, terrifying two mortals who rushed in.

No wonder he is called the "Home God".

However, Li Changan inquired about this house. How can it become a monster after less than a hundred years of cultivation? Most of the dirty things are hidden in it. However, their hidden skills are quite clever. Li Changan has no nose and cannot use the dragon jade. It is difficult to pull them out with a single pair of ghost eyes.

The Taoist priest did not pay attention to the strange appearance in the house and asked Ruan Shiqi to lead him to continue to inspect.

First, I went to the old lady's study, and then to the room where the servant was pulled into the bed. During this period, the "home gods" became more and more serious, not only intimidation or humiliation, but simply started to "hand".

Sometimes the tiles hit the head.

Sometimes, doors and windows pop up suddenly when people pass by.

But they were all resolved by Li Changan's quick eyes and hands.

Finally arrived at the kitchen.

It is particularly tragic here, with garbage everywhere, filled with a strange smell, as if it was regarded as a kitchen, toilet and garbage dump by dozens of homeless people.
To be continued...