Chapter 522: Stepping on the Gang Bu Dou

This bow and these words were extremely sincere.

At first, Hu Ma thought that this was a test left by her mother-in-law for him. When he had the ability to solve this extinct village, he would come to get the token.

But later he understood that her mother-in-law did not intend to test him. No matter what his identity was, he was a descendant of the Hu family. No matter how capable he was, he was the only heir of Zhensui Mansion who was still alive in the world. He did not need a test to inherit the family property.

In this case, she put the Hu family token here for a reason. The resentful spirits and evil spirits in this extinct village were equivalent to guarding the token for the Hu family.

Even if they were unconscious and did not do it deliberately, as a descendant of the Hu family, he had to express his gratitude to them.

After bowing, Hu Ma stood up, without hesitation, took a deep breath, and walked into the village filled with black air with big strides.

The four tall stone tablets erected around the village were like four pillars, enclosing the village. The black air and the rolling resentful souls that surged like a tsunami inside did not overflow outside the village.

When Hu Ma, as a living person, passed through the four gate stones and walked towards the village, the black air inside was steaming like boiling water. The countless shadowy ghosts made a creepy and strange laugh, with greed on their faces.

Even the four stone tablets were shaking slightly, as if they were warning outsiders, or as if the things inside were too active, shaking the four stone tablets uncontrollably.

But Hu Ma narrowed his eyes and ignored all this. He lightly raised his steps and stepped over the boundary line formed by the four stone tablets. The next moment, he felt that the sharp wind that could cut human flesh was instantly attached to his face.

He raised his sleeves to cover his face, secretly mentioned his Taoism, and blocked the yin energy. Then he opened his eyes and looked, but suddenly felt the sun was dazzling, and there was a white patch in front of him. He concentrated slightly and looked around, and he saw that he was now in a paradise.

As far as his eyes could see, he saw neat houses, people were talking, chickens and ducks were running around, children were chasing dogs and cats, the white sun was shining from the top of his head, and smoke was rising from every household.

"Oh, there are guests..."

Seeing him enter the village, there was a warm voice next to him, but it was the villagers with smiles on their faces, who came up one after another, and bowed to Hu Ma from a distance, and said with a smile: "Please go inside, please sit in the clan master's house."

Hu Ma was slightly stunned, but didn't say anything. He followed them in and looked around.

Wherever he passed, he found that everything was lifelike. The houses were cleaned very cleanly, and the children were dressed neatly. The villagers on both sides of the leader, some feeding chickens, some eating, and some weaving cloth, all looked at the newcomers curiously.

He had been to this extinct village once before, and vaguely remembered the layout of the path, which was exactly the same as what he had seen. He even looked forward and saw the stone mill in the middle of the village.

At that time, he remembered that there was a stone box with an iron chain wrapped around the stone mill, and the Hu family's keepsake was placed inside.

But now when he looked over, he could not see the stone box, but only saw strong villagers driving cattle, pouring the corn in the bag into it, turning the millstone round and round, and the white rice flowed out.

Seeing everything, Hu Ma said nothing. He was surrounded by the enthusiastic villagers and came to the house of the clan master they mentioned. An old man in the house, who looked very old, wore a round hat and leaned on a cane, and greeted him warmly.

"Old friend and descendant came here. I am sorry for not welcoming you. Please sit down."

"..."

Hu Ma was helped to sit down, and he looked at the old man and smiled: "The old friend you are talking about is..."

"Of course it is the kindest ghost lady in our area..."

The clan master was grateful and sighed: "She has done a great favor to our village..."

"If it weren't for her, we would have abandoned our remains, been in the dark, drifting, and had nowhere to rely on. How could we be like this now? Away from the mundane world, birth, old age, sickness and suffering, and enjoying the joy of freedom and ease? "

"Now, all the young and old in Shixia Village have entered the fairyland in the box, enjoying endless happiness, without desires or demands, but regretting that they have not been able to repay the favor of the ghost-walking grandmother. Now that her blood relatives have come here, how can we not repay them well?"

Said clapping his hands: "Come on, come on, bring the tea..."

As he spoke, a red-faced, bulging-chested girl came in with tea outside the house. The cup was steaming and the tea aroma was fragrant.

Outside the door and the window, there were little heads crowded together everywhere. They were the naughty children in the village. They all knew that there were guests. They were curious and crowded together to look into the house.

The tea was brought to Hu Ma's face, but he didn't take it. He just looked at the clan leader and said, "I don't drink tea, I'm just curious about the happiness you are talking about. How happy is it?"

"No worries about food and clothing, your wishes come true, and you are far away from illness and disasters. Is there anything bad?"

The clan leader smiled and said, "There are 20 more benefits. I am illiterate and can't tell you. You will know after drinking the tea."

As he spoke, he nodded and smiled, and it was clear that he was very sincere. The villagers around him, the young girl who handed over the tea, and even the children crowded outside the window and door, all nodded and smiled.

In this village, the sun was dazzling, the warm wind was gentle, and everyone looked rich and smiling.

Hu Ma watched silently, feeling that it was so real. He lowered his head and glanced at the tea handed over by the blushing girl. There were a few tea leaves floating in it. It was green and fresh, and the fragrance of the tea seemed to be alive, flowing directly into people's eyes. Drilling inside the nasal cavity.

He stretched out his hand, but did not take the tea. Instead, he took the older girl's wrist. He felt that the touch was smooth, warm and fragrant, but he did not find any flaws.

"oops……"

The eldest girl's wrist was pulled by Hu Ma, and her face turned red with embarrassment, but she did not break free. She just turned her head away, pretending to be shy.

The clan elder next to him raised his head and laughed, and the villagers around him also raised their head and laughed. The urchins huddled together outside the house also raised their head and laughed: "The elder girl blushed and wanted to get married." ,marriage!"

The clan elder smiled and nodded: "Get married, get married, get married after having tea."

Hu Ma only felt countless voices squeezing into his mind, as if he was under the water, and his eardrums were squeezed to the point of discomfort. He pondered for a moment, then secretly performed his magic, preparing to turn his whole body into death.

But this act of merit surprised me.

His body is still in good condition, but it seems that he has lost the ability of the old man to turn his whole body into death.

It's as if you are really in a warm and prosperous village. The sunshine above your head is shining down. The warmth, as well as the clan elders around you and the young girl who comes to serve tea are all real. Every plant and tree. One cup of tea, every detail is revealed, without any flaws.

So he slowly put down the girl's wrist in his hand, glanced at the smiling faces around him, and said: "I don't want to drink tea, and I don't want to get married. If you really want to thank me..."

He looked through the half-open door of his hometown, looked at the millstone, and said, "I want what's on that millstone."

The clan elder stopped smiling and looked puzzled: "You want grain fields, there are grain fields in our village, you want big girls, there are big girls in our village, you want chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs, there are plenty in our village to eat. Chickens, ducks, pigs and dogs..."

"...but you insist on asking for this stone nianzi?"

"..."

Hu Ma nodded and said, "Yes."

The old man's face already looked a little ugly, and he said, "Why do you want this thing?"

Hu Ma smiled and said: "Of course it's because only this thing can grind the skin off the grain to see if it's rotten inside..."

"Uh-huh!"

When he said this, the countless smiling people around him suddenly stopped smiling. Even the naughty children crowded outside the door and outside the window did the same, with countless eyes looking straight at them. flax.

The elder of the tribe was also on crutches: "I've been waiting to treat you well, but you want to ask for the lucky root in our village? If I give it to you, will we all eat food that does not peel off in the future?"

"Come here, let's feed the guests some tea."

"..."

After giving the order, the villagers surrounding him swarmed forward and pressed down on Hu Ma's arms and shoulders. The girl who served the tea gritted her teeth and pushed the tea in the cup forward fiercely. , poured into Hu Ma’s mouth.

Hu Ma sighed quietly, suddenly stood up and took a step forward.

The surroundings were filled with palms coming forward, people squeezing up, and even a big girl who was hugged up, but he ignored them all and just took this step.

Then, twist your body and take the second step.

I felt that following my steps, there was a chaotic sound around me, like the sound of tearing cloth.

He took seven steps in succession without even looking at where he landed. If it was a table or chair, he would crush it directly. If it was someone's arms or legs, he would break it directly. Even if there were iron nails under his feet, he would still let the iron fall. The nails penetrated the soles of my feet, but I still had to stand firm.

"Crack!"

When he took the seventh step and stepped on the ground, he suddenly saw that everything in front of him was fading rapidly, and the white sunlight turned into a gloomy and dark wind.

Those extremely real faces became ethereal, distorted and weird.

Even the tea that was forcibly handed to her face by the big girl, the intact porcelain tea cup turned into tattered tiles, the green tea leaves turned into a few black and stained teeth, the fragrant tea, It turned into dark red rancid blood.

There were pale and gloomy faces all around. The naughty boy's eyes fell to the side of his nose, shaking like snot.

Outside, there were no people grinding grain. There were only a group of gloomy little ghosts surrounding the iron box. They opened their big mouths and gnawed hard with all their strength. I don’t know how long they had been gnawing. .

"call!"

Hu Ma breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it: "This is the normal style of painting..."