Zhao Caiman looked at me while walking and said, "All memories here are brought by the memory ghost bird. As long as you find the memory ghost bird and kill the memory ghost bird, everything will end!"

"Where is the ghost bird in memory?" After hearing this, I was immediately excited and asked, looking closely at Zhao Caiman walking in front.

Zhao Caiman stopped, turned around meaningfully and said, "The memory ghost bird is in this village, right between us. He made a fictional memory. It may be you or me!"

Maybe it's you, or maybe it's me?

This sentence sounded a bit philosophical, which made me feel a little creepy all over my body. I looked at Zhao Caiman and said, "So before, you asked me to be careful. Did you suspect the people around me, and you might have changed from memory ghost birds?"

Zhao Caiman nodded and said, "Before confirming who is the memory ghost bird, everyone may be the memory ghost bird. There is only one person in this world who can see through this memory ghost bird!"

"Who is it?" I suddenly became excited after hearing this.

"Old lady!" Zhao Caiman replied: "The memory ghost bird was raised by the old lady. I only listen to him. No one except the old lady can tell who the memory ghost bird is!"

"In other words, if you want these ghosts to be reincarnated, you must let the old lady find the memory ghost bird, and then we will kill the memory ghost bird?"

Zhao Caiman nodded, and then said, "When using ordinary magic weapons to kill the memory ghost bird, you cannot reincarnate those controlled ghosts. You must use the Buddha's Vajra Pillar!"

Speaking of the Vajra Pillar, Zhao Caiman was silent again, sighed deeply, and said, "But this Vajra Pillar only exists in Mongolian legends and cannot be found at all. Therefore, there is only one way for these ghosts possessed by the owl, and that is, their souls are scattered!"

Resurrection from the dead requires a price. This is the price that these ghosts possessed by owls need to pay. Without the "Vajra of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas", they will have only one way to die.

When I heard Zhao Caiman's words, I became silent. I knew that Shin Shuyi had the Buddha Bodhisattva Vajra Pulse on his hand, but if I wanted it, I had to agree to Shin Shuyi's marriage.

Why does all this look like a game? Could it be that all this is a game arranged by Shin Shuyi?

While we were talking, we had already arrived in front of the only high-rise building in the village. When we came, it was already 2:47 in the morning. The old lady did not go to bed, but sat in front of a rattan chair at the door, squinted her eyes and looked at the direction of the moonlight.

I knew that this old lady was the owner of this village and the owner of hundreds of ghosts. Looking at this old man who looked very similar to my grandma, I was a little scared.

However, I still walked to the old lady with courage. Before I could speak, I heard the old lady sigh deeply and said, "It's different, it's still different. The nights in the village were not so quiet before, hey!"

"Old lady, why haven't you been asleep yet?" I asked in fear.

The old lady narrowed her eyes, turned her head to look at me, and said, "I'm old and afraid of darkness. As long as the darkness comes, I can't sleep."

"Fortunately, fortunately, the village is back, and everyone can sing and dance like before."
Chapter completed!