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I looked back and saw that not only Carpenter Liu but also his son had the same black handprint on his hands!

Seeing this, I finally realized that something was wrong. Obviously, there was an explanation for Carpenter Liu's insult to his daughter-in-law.

Third Uncle had also noticed this, and his expression didn't look too good. Right now, we don't have a better way, so we can only place our hopes on the Blind Grandma. After staying at Carpenter Liu's house for a while, Third Uncle and I went to the back of the mountain.

After walking for about 20 minutes, they finally saw a wooden house on a small path in the back of the mountain. The cabin was tilted and looked old, and I suspected a gust of wind could knock it down.

To be honest, I never thought that Blind Grandma would actually live in such a place. The wooden house was not big, and was divided into three rooms. In the middle was the living room, on the left was the bedroom, and on the right was the kitchen.

Inside the wooden house, there was no cement, nor was there any floor tiles. There was only a layer of solid, uneven earth. To my surprise, each threshold of the cabin was extremely high, thirty centimeters high.

As soon as I entered, I saw Blind Grandma kneeling on the ground, holding three joss sticks in her hand, as if offering her worship for something.

When the Blind Grandma was still alive, there was a black wooden table, and on the table there were only two things. One was an old incense burner, and the other was a photo. It was covered with a black cloth, so it was hard to tell whose photo it was.

We did not dare disturb the Blind Grandma and waited quietly.

After the Blind Grandma paid her respects, she placed the incense inside the censer, and finally turned around. She stared at us and said, "The two of you, what are you doing here again?"

Third Uncle did not waste time talking and told them all about what happened to Carpenter Liu last night and this morning.

After hearing that, Blind Grandma immediately frowned. Her face that was originally like tree bark was now even more terrifying. Especially those eyes without eyeballs. Every time I see them, I feel a little unnatural.

The Blind Grandma walked back and forth in the living room using her walking stick. Then she sighed and said, "This matter is getting more and more troublesome. That thing is not only taking revenge on you right now, he is not going to let go of the entire village! You all, why must you do something so heartless? "

At this, I was so frightened that my eyelids jumped, and I did not let go of the whole village. It seemed that this matter was more serious than I had expected.

Third Uncle was a little panicked and asked Blind Grandma if there was any way to resolve it.

Blind Grandma stamped on her cane hard, and only after a long time did she say, "That child committed suicide before his wedding, so the grievances and grievances are too great. If we want to dissolve his grievances and grievances, there is only one way, which is to have him remarry, and wait for his wish before things change."

Marry? How could he get married when his cousin was dead?

I didn't react because this wasn't the first time I had heard this. When my uncle called me back to the village, he also used the reason of my cousin's marriage. I was surprised at the time, but I never got a chance to ask.

After hearing what I said, I immediately voiced out my doubts.

"It's a person related to the Yin!"

Third Uncle looked at me and explained, "That was a long time ago. The affairs of the dead were handled by the living, so as to prevent the dead from being lonely below, those who had the conditions would find someone to make friends with. The newlyweds were coffins, while the bridal chamber was a grave. "But there doesn't seem to be anyone suitable nearby?"

Third Uncle said the last sentence to the Blind Grandma.

The Blind Grandma sighed, "There's no use in doing that. We have to find a living person to form a relationship with. The method has to change, because that grave has too much killing intent. I do not dare to move, and dies whoever moves! "

Third Uncle's expression changed. "Then what should we do?"

"Find a guy to help that thing become a Yin Kindness!"

After saying that, Blind Grandma turned her head towards me. Although she did not have eyes, I could feel her staring at me, causing my scalp to go numb, before Blind Grandma said: "I can help find the female side, but for the male side, you guys have to send out a person. It's best if it's a virgin, someone who is related to the dead."

My eyelids jumped. Wasn't this clearly using me as a vat?

My grandfather only has three sons, my uncle and my father. Third Uncle isn't married yet, and he doesn't have any offspring. Eldest Uncle's son is even less so. Right now, I'm the only one left, and coincidentally, I haven't broken into pieces yet.

Without waiting for my reply, Third Uncle rejected. "No, I cannot let Longevity take the risk!"

Blind Grandma sighed: "Then we can't do anything about it. If we can't get rid of that thing's resentment, soon, everyone in the village will die!"

I don't believe it. I said we could have run out of the village.

Blind Grandma grinned, revealing a mouthful of black teeth: "Child, I'm not trying to scare you. In less than three days, the thing under your feet will kill you! If you don't believe me, you can run out and try. "

Startled, I took a few steps back.

Third Uncle didn't mention anything about my black hand just now, how did Blind Grandma know?

Ignoring my surprise, Blind Grandma used her walking stick to walk to the front of the censer and knelt down, starting to worship the picture covered by the black cloth. Only then did I realize that the incense in the censer had burnt out in such a short time!

Third Uncle did not say much and just dragged me away. Before he left, Blind Grandma even said a few words for me to make a decision earlier than tomorrow night. Otherwise, the entire village would be in danger.

Blind Grandma's words weighed heavily on my heart. On the way back, I asked Third Uncle if what he said was true.

Third Uncle didn't say anything, but nodded with an ugly expression on his face.

It was as if a stone had pressed down on my heart, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. I didn't expect that I would have such guts to land on my shoulders. Heroes are really too foreign to me, my idea is that it is better to die than to live.

If I had a choice, I'd run away now. But I can't. Not to mention that I've already been hit, my life is in danger. Just the two of them, Third Uncle and Eldest Uncle, can't let go of my worries. Ever since I was young, Third Uncle and Eldest Uncle have been especially good to me, as if I was their own son.

I have always kept this love in mind, the heart is all fleshy, let me give up their lives, I definitely can't do it. Even though my uncle's actions angered me, it wasn't until this matter concerned my life that I realised that I was no longer able to hate him.

Or rather, I didn't want to accept it, because from the bottom of my heart, I preferred to believe that my uncle was innocent.

Thinking about this, I felt very aggrieved.

Cousin, cousin, you are already dead. No matter how wronged you are, there's no need to harm others' lives, right?

After we went down the mountain, Third Uncle and I stayed at home for an entire day, constantly thinking of ways to break through. On the other hand, more and more strange things happened in the village, and people would often be heard shouting outside.

Either one of them went crazy, or the other one ran into an evil spirit. I went out to look a few times and found that all of them had one thing in common, black handprints!

As long as he had a black handprint on him, it was as if he had put a label on it. He was destined to be unable to escape from his fate of crazily attacking evil.

Looking at the gradually darkening handprint on my feet, my heart became heavier.

In the past, only two or three households had met with trouble, so the villagers still had some hopes of getting lucky. But now, with such strange occurrences occurring frequently, it was only for half a day that the news of the village being cursed would spread.

Under the village chief's order, all the families started packing up, planning to leave the village and leave this evil land. Those who refused to leave were only a few old people who lived alone. They were old and could not walk, so they were unwilling to leave.

After all, this was his home.

The village chief also came to persuade us, but Third Uncle didn't say anything, and neither did I. Even though I really wanted them to leave safely, I had a bad premonition that something was about to happen.

There is only one way out of the village, and that is through an arched bridge. In the afternoon, the villagers began to leave one after the other. Perhaps it was because the days were not right, but the sky was already covered with dark clouds, and the wind was also gradually blowing.

Out of curiosity, I watched the villagers leave.

At the beginning, it was still fine, but gradually, I realized that something was wrong. It was because a lot of the villagers who went out of the village returned after a short while. Moreover, his face was extremely ugly, as if he was frightened. Even if he asked them, he wouldn't say a word.

Doubtful, I walked towards the village entrance. When I arrived at the village entrance, I found that the arched bridge was surrounded by people.

I leaned closer and gasped.

I discovered that there was a group of people kneeling on the arched bridge at the entrance to the village!

These people all had males and females, and they were all lined up in a row. They knelt in the middle of the bridge and sealed off the villagers' escape route. No one dared to approach the bridgehead.

What shocked me the most was that the people kneeling on the bridge were the families that left the village some time ago!

All of their expressions were especially lifeless. Their foreheads were covered in blood as they continuously kowtowed in the direction of the village. Moreover, his posture was extremely strange. With his hands behind his back, he smashed his head on the ground, causing blood to drip out.

But their expressions never changed, like a puppet's.

As he kowtowed, he repeated the words, "You can't leave …" They all had to die … Can't leave... They all had to die …