"Is it possible that the folk customs here are so simple that they don't close their doors at night?"
Pei Chuan was looking around to inquire about the situation. When he heard Tieshan's question, he couldn't help but reply: "Gu insects like peace and cannot bear the noise."
"Not to mention the barking of kittens and puppies, even if people speak louder, it will disturb the growth of Gu insects."
"Besides, as Gu farmers, they don't need watchdogs to guard their homes and homes."
"If there is a Gu insect guarding the house, wouldn't it be better than a dog?"
Pei Chuan explained: "I have read information books about Gu farmers in Kunlun."
"The book says that gatekeepers are often hidden in the courtyards of people who keep poisons. These gatekeepers have a connection with their owners."
"They are sensitive, silent, and serve as the eyes and ears of the poison cultivator."
"Although there is no one in the village now, I bet that we have been exposed to the sight of the Gu farmers for a long time."
Tieshan said in surprise: "Is there such a god?"
"That's true." Lingxi said: "In addition to placing gatekeeper Gu in the courtyard, powerful Gu farmers will also use Gu to set up formations to trap outsiders from invading."
"Everyone in Mojia Village raises Gu, and a Gu King once appeared. Their lineage is not weak in ability."
"Don't conflict with them unless absolutely necessary."
"Brother Wang's concerns are justified."
While we were discussing the "magic" of Mojiazhai, Wang Shan, who was walking in front, paused, bowed and trotted.
We followed Wang Shan and saw an old woman with gray hair peeling soybeans under the peach tree outside the yard on the right.
She was sitting on a small bench, moving slowly and drowsily.
Wang Shan said a few words to the old woman in a local accent, then turned around and pointed at us, with a humble and cautious attitude.
The old woman threw the soybeans in her hand into the bowl and looked at our group of unfamiliar faces with squinted eyes that could no longer be opened.
Just listen to her hoarse voice replying intermittently, as if she was recalling the past.
Wang Shan nodded repeatedly, clasped his hands in thanks.
In about five minutes, Wang Shan rushed back and said with a disappointed look on his face: "The old man is old and his memory has deteriorated. He can't remember the one-eyed Gu King in the village."
"I'll go, I'll be happy for nothing." Pei Chuan held a cigarette between his fingers and didn't dare to light it: "Go ahead and ask a young man to ask."
"After all, he is the Gu King of Mojiazhai. I don't believe no one remembers such a famous figure."
Wang Shan hugged the old cigarette pole and sighed: "Let's try again."
"Master?" I reminded him in a low voice when I saw Lingxi staying where he was without making any move.
"Well, let's go." Lingxi retracted his gaze with a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth.
"Senior sister, have you discovered anything?" Ji Qinghe and Ling Xi walked side by side and asked in a voice as loud as a mosquito.
"No, I just suddenly discovered that Mojiazhai is quite interesting." Lingxi lowered his voice and said: "If the living people don't come out, let a half-dead person sit at the door and play with us."
Ji Qinghe was stunned and said: "Half-dead? You mean just now..."
"Yes, the old woman who peeled the soybeans has been dead for a long time. I looked at her face secretly and found that she has been dead for at least three or four years." Lingxi sneered and said: "It's not interesting to control the body of a dead person to talk to us with a Gu insect?"
I was so shocked by Lingxi's words that my soles of my feet became cold and my whole body became cold.
I only know that voodoos can enter the human body and harm people's lives. This is the first time I heard that voodoos can control the body of a dead person.
This mysterious and mysterious method opened my eyes and made me feel more and more uneasy.
