Harm people?

　　I looked in the direction of the conversation and saw a young man in his twenties, shirtless, with a tan and skinny skin. He could count how many ribs there were, and his dry hair was half black and half yellow. He looked particularly fashionable among a group of disgraced melon farmers.

　　Now he is curling his catfish mouth and looking at us with disdain.

　　Hearing his words, the faces of the villagers changed, and they looked at the village chief in unison.

　　Village Chief was so angry that he trembled all over and scolded: "Erzhu, why are you talking so much nonsense? You are not afraid, you will be the next one to be sucked by the drought."

　　The young man called Erzhu still stood diagonally: "Me? I'm different from you, I don't do bad things, and I'm not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door!"

　　I'm interested, so let him elaborate, what do you mean?

　　But Erzhu looked at me with disdain: "I have nothing to say to the divine stick, especially the divine stick who came out to cheat before Mao grew up."

　　After saying that, the Great Lama left.

　　Cheng Xinghe suddenly stood up: "Are you sick?"

　　Village Chief hurriedly said, "Master, don't get to know him in general. He's just a jerk. He went to the city to cut people's hair earlier, but later he got kicked by the girl in the city when he fell in love.

　　Cheng Xinghe nodded: "Yo, it's an Internet trolls for a long time."

　　I thought about it and asked the village chief, "During the period before the drought, were there any dead people in the village? Where are they buried?"

　　This drought is caused by corpses, so naturally we need to see who died recently.

　　The village chief thought for a while and said that Mrs. Ma in the east of the village was gone, and so was Father Liu in the west. They were all happy and mourning, and the village was not big. They were all relatives, and the graves were all in the north.

　　I saw a tall tree in the village committee, so I jumped up.

　　The leaves of this tree were all rolled up by the sun, and the tree was gray and white. It rustled to the touch and fell straight down - the tree also seemed to be dried to death.

　　Looking at the cemetery above, it was not a corpse rearing place.

　　So, it wasn't the two old men who changed.

　　There must be a corpse rearing place where you can get out - as long as you find a corpse rearing place, you can find the drought.

　　The old man has taught me a lot about corpse rearing grounds - the more famous corpse rearing grounds include broken face Wenqu, shady sunflower, iron claw golden hook, etc. When people go out to see the cemetery, these places must be walked around.

　　Looking at it like this, the local feng shui is high on the left and low on the right, with a small mountain bag in the middle. The whole situation looks like a woman embroidering clothes, which is called a wedding dress.

　　Hearing this name was not unpleasant, but this place was not good.

　　The ancient poem says: I hate pressing gold threads every year, making wedding clothes for others. "It means that embroiderers work hard, but the fruits of their labor always do not belong to themselves, and the same is true in this place. People can live and work in peace and contentment here, but no matter how hard they work, they can only achieve others, not themselves.

　　That is to say, I'm tired and I can't make any money.

　　So the watermelons here are selling well, but the local melon farmers have no money, so the middlemen make money.

　　And the mountain bag of this wedding dress, that is, the face of the embroidered girl, is sunken, as if there are tears hanging, the main funeral, if you want to raise the corpse, that is.

　　Moreover, the grass color of the teardrop land is very green, and it is particularly eye-catching in a withered land.

　　A characteristic of a dry nest is wetness.

　　You think, he got the water in a radius of several miles to himself, can the grass in front of his house not be moist?

　　When I was a child, the old man also showed a village a dry farm - the place used to grow rice, but I don't know why the river is dry and it doesn't rain, and the ground is cracked like a turtle shell. The locals told the old man that they saw a man running with a bucket at night, and someone followed him to see where the water came from. When he reached the grave circle, he disappeared.

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　　The old man looked at the circle of graves and saw that the grass around was all dry, and only one piece was green, so he asked people to dig graves.

　　As soon as it was dug out, the person in the coffin really looked like life, not to mention moist, it was a young and beautiful girl. It is said that the family forced the marriage and committed suicide.

　　And inside the coffin, half of the coffin was soaked in water.

　　The old man said that he was lucky. Before this thing became popular, he asked someone to find a shovel and shoot it down. The corpse burst and water splashed everywhere.

　　I got excited. This is the same as what the third uncle and grandpa saw. It must be the lair of the drought. Isn't it easy to find? Why didn't the previous gentleman see it?

　　At this time, Cheng Xinghe urged me, can you see it? Solve it early and go back to blow on the air conditioner early.

　　I agreed, then went down the tree and asked the village chief to bring a few young men who belonged to the dragon and tiger to follow me up the mountain.

　　Going to the graveyard was a sinister matter. If the zodiac sign went there lightly, it would not be able to suppress it. On the contrary, it would be stuck with dirty things and become moldy.

　　The village chief was very happy when he heard that there were not many dragons and tigers, so he called them all. It didn't take long for seven or eight people to be mobilized.

　　These young men are used to farm work and are all strong, but what surprised me was that the thin two pillars just now also came.

　　Village Chief quickly said, "There are not many dragons and tigers. One more person is more powerful. He is also idle when he is idle."

　　"Anyway, I'm fine. Let's see what new tricks you're playing."

　　I didn't care, so I led these people to the mountain bag in a mighty way. On the way, I asked them, is there anyone buried on that mountain bag?

　　The village chief shook his head and said that there was nothing on the mountain bag, and no one went up when they were bald. Who would bury it there!

　　No one buried it? Whose body would it be?

　　Soon, we climbed up the mountain package, but as soon as I got up, I was dumbfounded. The teardrop ground turned out to be a hole in the ground!

　　That is to say, it is similar to a well, and the opening is not big, but this is on the mountain bag, and you don't know how deep this hole is.

　　Village Chief was stunned when he saw that I had brought them to this place: "Master, this place is a bottomless pit, no one can go down, how can I do it?"

　　It turns out that this place has existed for a long time. Someone threw stones into it, but after waiting for a day, they couldn't hear back, so the locals named it the bottomless pit.

　　The village chief told me that when he was a child, there was an older brother who herded cattle for the landlord's house. When he passed by here, he accidentally dropped a calf. His brother was afraid and wanted to climb down to find the cow, but there was no trace of him again.

　　Damn, could it be that the drought is living under this bottomless pit? Then how can you dig it out?

　　It seems that it's not that the previous gentleman couldn't see it, it's holding a hedgehog in his hand and mouthing it.

　　Erzhu sneered: "You really know how to pick a place. We are a town, and we can't go down here. Just say it's a drought here, and no one can prove whether you are right or not. You are smart enough."

　　"I'm not as clever as you," I said coldly, "This is the first time I've come to your village. How do I know this is a hole?"

　　Erzhu curled his lips: "Who can prove that you are here for the first time, maybe the old bastard in front went back and told you."

　　This product is really ETC, how can it automatically raise the bar?

　　Cheng Xinghe wanted to scold him, so the village chief first gave Erzhu a mouth and said in a hissing voice, "If you want to help, help, if you don't help, hurry back, no wonder women don't look up to you, *** don't look up to you!"

　　When Erzhu heard "women don't like it", he seemed to be touched by the reverse scale, threw the tool and turned around and left.

　　The others also advised the village chief not to be angry. Only then did I know that Erzhu turned out to be the village chief's own grandson - the village chief's son died early, and his daughter-in-law also remarried. It was the village chief himself who brought him up with a lot of shit and urine. Who knew that he would not be a talent when he grew up.

　　I also advised the village chief not to be angry - there is no way to dig from the corpse plot, there are other ways.

　　That's why the village chief came to hope and asked me how to do it?

　　I say it's simple, doesn't that drought often come out to eat people? Then we can wait for him in the village.

　　If you can't take the initiative, just wait and see, it's the same.

　　The village chief repeatedly praised me for my ability, and the group went down the mountain in a mighty manner.

　　As the sky turned dark, Cheng Xinghe and I stayed in a melon shed - this is the only way to get from that old nest to the village.

　　Then I asked the village chief to get me a bucket of water - doesn't he like water? Bring it to lure him. The village chief carried this bucket and walked around, and it took a long time to collect a bucket of water for me.

　　The water is also mixed with green, I saw that the locals are drinking this kind of water, and I also made up my mind that this drought must be eliminated.

　　When it got dark, it was still sultry and sultry. The melon shed was covered with straw, and there were many bedbugs in it. Cheng Xinghe was bitten enough, and he kept sighing, saying that if you follow me, you will board the thief ship.

　　I didn't bother to pay attention to him, so I kept waiting for the drought, but after waiting for most of the night, there was no movement - it was difficult to concentrate on things that I had nothing to do. During the day, I climbed the mountain for another day, and I was so tired that my upper eyelids stuck to my lower eyelids.

　　Not to mention Cheng Xinghe, he was tired of scolding me, and he had been snoring for a long time.

　　Just as I was about to fall asleep, I suddenly heard a very strange sound.

　　"Zilu... Zilu..."

　　It looks like someone is drinking water.

　　I immediately opened my eyes and saw something lying on the edge of the bucket in the darkness.

　　Here it comes!

　　I immediately kicked Cheng Xinghe awake, and Cheng Xinghe suddenly opened his eyes to look at that thing, but when he saw it, he immediately grabbed my arm and whispered, "This thing is a little wrong!"

　　What nonsense is this, drought is not a good thing, right?

　　At this time, that thing slowly raised its head, and when I saw that appearance, my breath stopped.