The face was like foam in dishwashing water or oil stains floating on the surface of water.
When the basin of water was tilted down, the old elder's face was pulled.
Especially when Ah Zhang's face tilted out, his entire face twisted.
The water basin that Old Yellow was holding fell to the ground, but the water was still water. The face had disappeared.
"How did this happen? Why was there a human face in the water just now?”
"Wait, didn't the streamer say that you would know what it was after washing your feet with pomelo leaves? There was a pair of handprints on Old Huang's feet. After washing his feet, a human face fell out. Could it be that the person holding Old Huang's ankle was the same person?”
"Yes, this brother is right. It's very likely that this is the case!”
Although the audience in the live broadcast room was shocked, they understood a lot in their minds.
Then, he looked at Old Yellow, who was sitting on the ground, staring at the face in a daze. After a long time, he spat out two words,
"Big brother."
What was that?
Big brother?
Was that human face Old Huang's elder brother?
"That face just now was my big brother. He passed away from cancer in his early years. Why did he grab my leg and stop me from running?”
Old Huang's eyes were clearly filled with fear. His voice was choked with sobs, but the sobs in his tone did not seem to be from fear, but from confusion and distress.
Jiang Ye didn't respond immediately. After thinking for a while, he said,"Brother, go out for a walk now. When you come back, pick some grapefruit leaves to wash your feet.”
As soon as he said this, the audience in the live broadcast room exploded.
"No way! There was only a pair of handprints on her feet. Now that the handprints were gone, what else could be wrong?”
"Don't say anymore. The streamer must have a reason for asking me to do this.”
Old Huang was also looking at the live broadcast room. In the end, he gritted his teeth and said,"Alright, I'll go for a walk now."
As he said that, Old Huang's courage rose from his heart. He walked back and forth toward the dam of the reservoir.
This round took quite a bit of time. After picking a lot of pomelo leaves to soak his feet, Old Yellow carried the basin of water to the back door.
This time, he did not pour it directly into the reservoir like before. Instead, he poured it out slowly.
When a long face fell out like oil on the water, Old Yellow hugged his head.
He didn't know if it was because his scalp was numb, or because he was still familiar with that face.
"Do you know him?"
Jiang Ye asked. Old Yellow nodded repeatedly,"Yes, yes, this is my wife.”
Old Huang was not referring to his wife, but his grandmother in the local dialect.
"Those handprints are indeed different. Old Yellow, take off your shirt.”
Jiang Ye's expression had become unprecedentedly solemn, and the viewers in the livestream were also dumbfounded.
Why did Old Yellow have to take off all his clothes?
Could it be that his body could also be washed with a human face?
This possibility was unimaginable, but Old Yellow still did it. He poured the pot of hot water he had just boiled into a wooden bucket and put pomelo leaves in it.
"Lie on the wooden barrel first and use grapefruit leaves and water to wipe your chest.”
Jiang Ye reminded Old Yellow, and the latter did as he was told. After wiping his chest again and again, Jiang Ye finally stopped him.
"Pouring the water out."
Jiang Ye said. Old Yellow carried the water in the big wooden bucket to the door with some difficulty.
When he tilted the wooden bucket again, water flowed out.
However, in just a few seconds, Old Yellow directly roared.
"Oh my god!"
His entire body bounced up from the ground. The wooden bucket was completely overturned on the ground, but the faces were densely packed like beans.
Not to mention Old Huang, the audience in the live broadcast room also fell silent.
Jiang Ye could think of the 7,000 people in the live stream. They were either rubbing their arms or scratching their numb scalps.
Old Yellow, who was in the middle of it, was even more shocked. His face instantly lost all color. After a long time, he asked,"Host, save me. I can't die yet. I really can't die. With so many ghosts pestering me, I definitely won't be able to live long!”
Old Yellow was right. He didn't encounter a ghost alone. He fell into a ghost cave.
It was not an exaggeration to say that there was not a single part of his body that had not been left behind by the vengeful spirit.
Jiang Ye had never encountered such a situation before, but now that the problem was right in front of him, he had to solve it.
Old Huang seemed to have washed the faces of those people, but in fact, this was a method that only treated the symptoms but not the root cause.
What did he do? Why were there so many ghosts leaving traces on his body?
The key was that Old Yellow was still alive and well!
Jiang Ye looked at Old Yellow, who seemed to have lost his soul, and asked,"How long has Xiao Fei been dead?”
"It's been almost a month."
"That means that Old Man Qian has been dead for almost a month, right?”
"Yes!"
"Which of those faces that came out just now are your relatives?”
"Only my eldest brother and my wife are. I don't know anyone else.”
Old Yellow said with a sobbing tone. Jiang Ye was thinking about where the problem was.
After some thought, he could only ask again,""Old Huang, before Xiao Fei died, what did you find particularly strange?”
Old Huang suppressed the fear in his heart and thought for a moment before remembering.
"It should be the night before Xiao Fei died. Yes…it should be the night before he died. It was already very late at that time, and I had already fallen asleep in this room. I was sleeping soundly, but for some reason, I heard someone calling me from outside.”
"At that time, I opened my eyes in a daze. Then, I heard it even clearer. Someone was calling my nickname outside. My nickname is Old Black. Everyone in the village calls me that.”
"Was the voice that called you a man or a woman?”
"A man."
"Think carefully. Is it a man or a woman? Are you familiar with that voice?”
Old Huang was stunned. He thought about it carefully and suddenly raised his head."Little Fei Fei…It's Little Fei Fei's voice!”
"The night before Xiao Fei died, you heard him calling you from outside the door? What time was it?"
Old Yellow swallowed hard.""When I woke up, I looked at the clock on the wall. It seemed to be one in the morning. Yes, it's exactly one o'clock."
"Then did you agree? Did you respond when he called you?”
"Yes. When I opened my eyes and heard someone shouting outside, I answered.”
"It's really the King of Hell who wants him to die that day. No one can keep him alive until tomorrow!" Jiang Ye sighed after hearing this.”
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