Tomb Bride: A Millennium Immortal Jade Face Beauty

She quickly hugged her son in her arms and ran out.Because Hulatun is a Manchu village, there are still many Manchu folk customs left in the village. Of course, there is also a shaman family. The old shaman is not too young. Yandai sat under the big poplar tree at the entrance of the village and sighed at the messy graves.

This is a pure Manchu village with simple folk customs. It is not the magic stick that I met in Liangshui Township with Mouse and I. This old shaman is quite genuine.After listening to Daerku's daughter-in-law's cry, he also secretly frowned and sighed.It took a long time before he slowly opened his mouth.

He said that it wasn't that he didn't want to save Daerku, it was because he didn't have the ability, and the person who could save him hadn't come yet, so he should follow Daerku's words. If it was a few years later, someone would be able to save him.

Dalku's daughter-in-law asked who could save her man, and she was willing to pay any money. If this matter continued like this, she was afraid that her man would turn into a monster who was neither human nor ghost. I've posted it before, but divorce is a trivial matter. I'm afraid he ate chicken today, but he might not be able to tell in the future...

The old shaman raised his head and looked at the sun with cloudy eyes. The sun was warm, but he shivered inadvertently.

"It's not completely useless, but it's a bad move. You might lose your life. Are you willing to die for your men?"

"What? You asked me to exchange lives with Daerku?" She never dreamed that she would have to exchange lives to save her husband.

"I didn't say that, it's just that this method is extremely dangerous, and your life will be lost if you don't pay attention, but if the ancestor Meng protects you, maybe your family will escape this disaster."

The old shaman lay beside her ear and told her to be so-and-so, so-and-so tonight...

In the middle of the night, she sent her son to her mother's house early, and Daerku was still the same, he got out of the kang, didn't even wash his face, put on the blood-stained clothes and went out of the house straight away.Her daughter-in-law pretended to sleep with her eyes closed, and when he walked a little further away, she quickly got up from the bed and followed him with a small satchel on her back.

Daerku walked very lightly, tiptoeing, without any movement at all. From time to time, he would look back, forth, left, and right to see if anyone noticed.If the old shaman hadn't instructed her daughter-in-law to be discovered long ago.Darku saw that there was no one around, so he jumped into a courtyard next to him. The folk customs in Hulatun were simple and simple in those days. Although every household was afraid that Dalku would come to steal chickens and locked the gates, the walls of the small courtyards were still very short. The adult man put his hands on the wall and passed with all his might.

Her daughter-in-law hid in a corner, staring at him furtively, wondering if the matter had really become as serious as the old shaman said.

I saw Daerku stooping, and tiptoed to the chicken rack, very familiar with the way, as if this action has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow.Although this set of movements is very common to him, in the eyes of his wife, only Huang Pizi can do this kind of movement. She saw it, and the cool wind started to blow from behind her.

He walks too lightly, even more cautiously than the old cat that his family used to raise, for fear of waking up the laying hens and alarming the owner of the house.He tiptoedly crawled on the ground with his ass pouted and opened the door of the chicken coop cage. Only then did the chickens in the cage notice it, and one by one they started to be restless.