There are always many strange things in the deep mountains and forests, and the people living there have also formed a unique set of rules.

Yehugou in Mangling is not a deep mountain forest, but the transportation is inconvenient and there are few residents. Old Jia lives alone in this forest. This is the first time I heard about "snowmen running all over the mountain". The old Taoist priest interrupted mysteriously: "Did the snowmen become a spirit? Besides, you are the only one who is the one who makes these snowmen play with yourself?"

Old Jia shook his head quickly, looked at the old Taoist priest, then showed a suspicious look and asked: "This old man is not an ordinary person? What's the name?"

The old Taoist priest responded lightly: "Brother is just a day off. Here are a few peace talismans that can bless you with peace!"

Lao Jia took the Taoist talisman and hid it closely. He took out a bottle of black porcelain bottle of wine and invited us to drink it together, "It's so cold this day, drink some wine to warm up your body!"

I also took a bowl of wine and tasted it, it was very spicy. But my stomach was already roaring, and I hoped I could have something to eat.

The old Taoist priest said, "Brother Jia, how can we drink?"

Old Jia understood, so he hurriedly took out the bacon and pickles from the cage, and served us a bowl of chicken soup.

"There is no shortage of vegetables and wild game here, but it is difficult to get water. I can't use snow water to age. When it doesn't snow, I will use a donkey to go to the camel water at the spring twenty miles away!"

We were eating, and Lao Ding led Brother Zhenmin back. When he saw that there was wine and meat, he pulled Mudun and sat down to eat.

There is a telephone line here, which is used for emergency contact, but it is not powered on. However, Lao Jia has an old radio. After turning it on, the noise of the second la la la la was very loud.

The room was very simple, half of it was a kitchen and half a bedroom, and there were wolveskin mattresses on the earthen kang.

After we had enough food and drink, Lao Ding said goodbye to him. Lao Jia was reluctant to leave and led the black dog to take us away.

Back in the pickup truck, Lao Ding started the car and started returning. The old Taoist priest asked: "What did this Lao Jia do before? I think he is definitely not a farmer, let alone a hunter!"

Lao Ding answered while driving: "Brother's eyes are very poisonous! This old Jia used to be a soldier, fought against India, came from the front line of Laoshan, and after demobilization, he also went to Maling Prison as a prison guard."

When we returned to the country road at the Hongtuling Mountains, it was already afternoon, and Xiaoma was screaming in the van with hunger.

Brother Zhenmin hurriedly took out the hare meat he brought back from Lao Jia to fill his stomach.

Lao Ding said to me: "Hold your van behind my car and I'll take you back to the town."

I quickly responded, took out the chains from the pickup truck tool box, hung them, and then sat in the pickup truck.

Brother Zhenmin got into Lao Ding's car, started, the van followed the pickup truck, and returned to Huimeng Town.

The pony was just concerned about eating rabbit meat, so he asked me to master the steering wheel. I had never driven a car, but had to bite the bullet.

The old Taoist priest was muttering to himself in the back seat: "This old Jia is definitely not an ordinary person. His donkey must be a black donkey. He is not only guarding the mountains and forests of Yehugou, but also guarding the ancient tomb of Yehugou."

I asked while holding the steering wheel tightly, "What does Lao Jia mean when he says snowmen runs all over the mountain?"

The old Taoist priest asked back: "What do you think?"

Xiaoma guessed: "Can someone pretend to be a silly man? It's too easy to pretend to be a snowman!"

The old Taoist whispered to us: "That's not a snowman, but a ghost messenger. The ghost messenger we met on the way was also a ghost messenger who was collecting debts under the Ghost King. In fact, they were paper men, but there was a layer of snow on their bodies and they were mistaken for snowmen."

"Ghost man?" Xiaoma and I were both a little confused.

The old Taoist priest explained: "Man is composed of soul and body, what about ghosts?"

I didn't answer, the pony was still eating voraciously, but he was choking too quickly. The old Taoist priest hurriedly took out his "suffering donkey" and handed it to the pony.

"After a person dies, the body rots into soil, and the soul dissipates without a trace, but there are always exceptions. Some people think that after a person dies, the soul will go to heaven or go to the underworld. But there is a process, the soul has no entity, but sometimes it needs to be revealed, so it needs to use things without souls, such as paper people."

The old Taoist priest also drank a sip of wine and continued to explain: "Paper man has no soul and often appears on the grave, so he is possessed by ghosts. These ghost messengers also like to attach to it."

"That happened last night?" I asked the old Taoist priest again.

Xiaoma gasped and asked, "Yes, how should we pay back the debt we owe?"

The old Taoist whispered: "Xiaoma, if you don't have an excavator, you will follow me from now on. As long as you listen to me, I will pay the debt for you! Xiao Yuan, think about it, and after you have thought about it, go to Yiyang Huaguo Mountain to find me!"

"What do you do with you?" Xiao Ma asked.

The old Taoist priest was a little angry and scolded coldly: "What do you ask so much? You just follow me in the future. You will do whatever I ask you to do. You will do better than staying as a ghost slave. Do you know!"

Xiaoma hurriedly lowered her head and said yes.

I hurriedly said, "You don't want to pay my debt for me. It's better not to meet again in the future. You and Xiaoma don't go to my place or hospital to find me in the future, let alone go to my house."

The old Taoist priest asked, "Are you going to kill a donkey or to destroy a bridge across the river?"

The pickup truck in front suddenly stopped. I didn't have time to put on the brakes and hit the rear of the pickup truck. Fortunately, the van was very slow, so I was safe.

Xiaoma immediately opened the car door and went down to check. Brother Zhenmin and Lao Ding got out of the car and came over to explain to us: "There was a car accident ahead, and a small truck went straight into the ditch."

I hurriedly looked at the bottom of the ditch beside the mountain road, and a small truck fell into it. Out of professional habits, I immediately rushed to the bottom of the ditch. On the slope of the ditch, I saw the snowman who was knocked apart, the snowman's round head, and a pair of big eyes that were very strange.

The mountain road here is more than ten meters deep from the bottom of the ditch. The small truck rolled over a few times, and his belly was lying on the bottom of the ditch. The cab had been deformed. A driver wearing a gray leather jacket was bleeding and unconscious.

I hurriedly smashed the remaining glass with my elbow to check the driver's injuries, touched the arteries and pulses on his neck. The doors on both sides of the truck could not be opened. Fortunately, the truck driver's legs were not stuck. I stretched my hands through his armpits and dragged him out of the car.

Brother Zhenmin and the old Taoist priest also followed and helped me save people.

The driver was placed flat on the snow at the bottom of the ditch. I began to search for his wound. A cut was cut by broken glass on his scalp, and the blood flowed continuously. I hurriedly took out the Bo needle and used the needle to prick the acupoint to stop the bleeding.

But the old Taoist priest took out a Taoist talisman, burned it, and scattered paper ashes on the wound. I hurriedly warned: "You can't do this, the wound will be infected!"

"There are no bacteria on the ashes of this paper, and even if there is, it will be burned to death. How could it be infected!" the old Taoist priest refuted.

I ignored him and asked Brother Zhenmin: "Where is Lao Ding and Xiao Ma?"

Brother Zhenmin replied: "Old Ding drove to the town to call for help, Xiaoma stayed to see the car. Should we carry the patient to the top first? You are an emergency department doctor, rescue him first!"

The old Taoist priest stared at the driver, his eyes full of murderous intent.

I hurriedly warned him: "This person is still alive. If he delays treatment, I will be fully responsible. The state stipulates that it is a crime to not save him when he dies!"

Brother Zhenmin also echoed: "Do you know that we have come down to save people, and we can't fool him!"

I pressed the alcoholic cotton on the wound on the patient's scalp, stopped the blood first, and then looked for other wounds.
Chapter completed!