Ma Siyu agreed, so Uncle Chen had no worries. The car sped along and turned around at the toll station.

Nothing bad happened along the way, and Uncle Chen even asked me with great interest: "Master, what do you think of these southern horses and northern horses? Is there any relationship between them?"

After waking up, I decided to chat: "There is no relationship between Nanmao and Beimao. In the past, the three customs were used as the boundary. To the north of the customs was the scope of the Ma Xian. The fairy family in the north could not go out of the three customs.

, the area south of the customs is under the jurisdiction of Nanmao. There are many people possessing horses in the north, while there are many people practicing Maoshan magic in the south."

Uncle Chen asked: "What about now?"

"Now with the integration of northern and southern cultures, there are no regional distinctions!" But I thought: "The term Nanmao will not change in the future. Because they have different Taoism. This is more complicated to say."

Really? After hearing this, Uncle Chen nodded in understanding: "Master, why don't you take a nap and I'll call you when you get there."

After saying that, he turned off the lights, and instantly the entire car became dark.

Jiang Chen and Ma Siyu suddenly came to my ear and asked in a low voice: "Is this easy to handle?"

The Yin people must have something to ask for in their dreams, and it will definitely be troublesome to do it.

But I am convinced: "There should be no danger."

The car sped along, and two hours later, we arrived at Uncle Chen's hometown. This is a common two-story self-built house in rural towns.

The person who rented his old house for business three years ago was a neighbor across from him. There was a township road between their two families.

"Miss, Master..." Uncle Chen got out of the car and opened the door, "I'll tidy up later, and we'll just stay here tonight. I'd like to trouble Master to visit the grave tomorrow morning."

It doesn't matter, Ma Siyu smiled slightly: "You arrange the bedroom, I will clean it myself."

"Okay!" Uncle Chen led us in. The house here had not been lived in for more than three years. The moment we entered, a musty smell hit our nostrils.

Uncle Chen used his mobile phone to illuminate the room and directed Ma Siyu to sleep in the pottery house on the first floor while I stayed in the guest room on the second floor.

When I opened the door, I saw that although the old furniture was covered in dust and even covered with spider webs, the things inside were arranged fairly neatly.

"Master, wait a minute..." Uncle Chen found a broom and a shovel with great detail, and cleaned up the cigarette butts left on the floor by the window of the guest room.

Judging from the appearance of the cigarette butts, they have been around for a while and come from several brands.

After cleaning up, Uncle Chen said politely: "Master, please wait a moment. I'll go to the neighbors' houses and borrow a few sets of quilts and sheets. The ones here must be smelly."

After saying that, he took his mobile phone and left, and the guest room instantly became dark. It was so dark that I could only open the window...

With the light from the opposite side, it could only dimly illuminate the window. I lay on the window and looked at the four-story self-built house opposite and built a courtyard. This was definitely a big house in the town.

Unknowingly, I developed a suspicious character. When I calmed down, I would think about it. Although the room was dusty, it was very clean, but why was there cigarette butts all over the floor when I entered the door just now?

As two lighters clicked outside the window, a red dot stood out in the dark night.

It was Uncle Chen. He wandered in the middle of the road for a long time. He didn't knock on the neighbor's door opposite until he finished smoking his cigarette.

Jiang Chen...

Ma Siyu suddenly came in with a cell phone: "I'm a little scared!"

"What are you afraid of?" I don't understand!

She trembled: "Have you forgotten? People have died here!"

My heart skipped a beat. I had indeed forgotten that Mrs. Chen had a heart attack and died in this house.

Don't be afraid, I tried to comfort her: "Uncle Chen is very attentive. He specially arranged a pottery house for you."

She came over and looked at me: "What is a pottery house?"

People who live in big cities really don’t understand! I explained: “It’s famous for its famous customs. It’s not far from our village, so I’ve heard about it. The houses in this township before didn’t pay attention to the living room or the lobby with the door open.

It is used to worship the masters of heaven and earth, and there is an incense burner and a spiritual case. The door is also called the Tao Gate, and the room behind the main hall is called the Tao House. Generally, evil spirits will not dare to enter the Tao House."

As soon as I finished explaining this... the sound of quarreling could be heard from the house directly opposite the window.

After the crash that overturned the table, shouting and beating could not be heard!

Hurry up, Hu Jiuniang’s charming voice is heard: “The person named Chen is in trouble! Go to the other side quickly.”

I quickly took Ma Siyu and went to the courtyard opposite...

Fortunately, the door on the opposite side was unlocked. I pushed open the door to the outer courtyard and saw a man in a monk's robe setting up a desk and incense burner...

Uncle Chen was still cursing and was fighting with four or five strong men.
Chapter completed!