At Butcher Zhao's house, people from the village gathered around him at this time.
Yunniang wiped away her tears and cried out of breath, and there was still terror in her eyes.
In front of her, Butcher Zhao's body was placed on a wooden board, covered with sackcloth.
The village chief nodded his cane ruthlessly, and said in a deep voice, "Ms. Zhao Qian, don't cry, tell me what's going on? I just met Lao Zhao last night, and why did we suddenly disappear."
Speaking of last night, Yun Niang trembled in fear, and shouted in a sharp voice, "It's her, she's back, she's back for revenge."
The village chief frowned and asked, "Who?"
"Rong Chan, it's Rong Chan." Yunniang shouted madly.
The moment the name was uttered, the people around couldn't help shuddering, only to feel a coldness rising from the soles of the feet and spreading to the limbs.
Of course they remember Rong Chan, Rong Chan died in their village half a year ago, at their hands.
They still remember that the girl said her identity, Rong Chan, the daughter of the magistrate of Tzu Chi.
Li Yang, Wang Daniu, and Zhang Laizi couldn't help but think of the person who came to the village yesterday, and when they saw Yunniang's crazy appearance, they felt a chill in their hearts.
The village chief obviously thought of something, and before he could speak, a panicked voice came.
I saw Qian Liu rushing over and shouting, "Village Chief, Wu Er's family and Wu Er's family are dead."
Everyone was in an uproar. First, Butcher Zhao died, Zhao Qian went crazy, and then Wu Er's family died again. Could it be that the female ghost came back for revenge
The villagers were all in peril and panic.
The village chief's face sank, and he quickly walked towards Wu Er's house.
Before entering the door, he smelled a strong smell of blood.
At the door, the white lantern with the word "Lien" fell to the ground, looking very strange.
Walking into the house, they saw Wu Er and Wu Er's mother-in-law's death without precaution.
Everyone who walked in felt a chill in their hearts, their faces were extremely pale, and most of them ran out the door and vomited.
"Village, village chief, what should we do now?" Li Yang asked tremblingly.
The village chief held the crutch tightly, his fingers turning white.
Resisting the urge to vomit, he looked around the room and asked, "Where's the Wu family's child?"
Wang Daniu swallowed his saliva, searched the room again, and said, "I didn't find it, the embolus is gone."
The village chief said with a gloomy face: "Li Yang, you immediately do what I ordered last night, Wang Daniu, you take the whole village to find Shuanzi. Whether it is life or death, give me an accurate word."
"Yes, the village chief." Li Yang and Wang Daniu responded and left immediately.
The village chief looked at Qian Liu and said, "You brought a few people to help with the funeral of Lao Zhao and the Wu family."
Qian Liu was a little reluctant. It was obvious that the three of them died abnormally. He would not be approached by the female ghost when he got together.
Seemingly seeing what Qian Liu meant, the village chief said grimly: "Don't forget that everyone in the village of that person's death has a share, and now we should all work together to the outside world."
Seeing that the village chief was annoyed, Qian Liu hurriedly said, "I know, I know, I'll do it right away."
Qian Liu pointed to a few people who usually came close, and hurriedly went to prepare things for the funeral.
On the green hill, Rong Xian unhurriedly came to the front of the Immortal Temple.
She tapped her weak legs and said meaningfully, "This is really a rare experience."
She raised her head and looked at the temple in front of her. The Temple of Immortals was more majestic than any building in the village, not even Duan Xiucai's house.
Before entering the door, you can smell the strong scent of incense. There is a big tripod in front of the temple, and there are incense candles on the tripod.
Miaozhu is sweeping the floor and looks very serious.
But when he looked up and saw Rong Xian, his face changed suddenly, he threw down his broom and ran towards the temple, shouting, "God save me, god save me."
Rong Xian raised her eyebrows and followed.
When he entered the temple, his footsteps stopped suddenly, and his face turned black.
I saw that Miaozhu was holding a pot of black dog blood in his hand, and it looked like he was about to pour it on her.
Rong Xian blinked and asked with a puzzled look, "You killed the dog just now? Why didn't I hear the sound?"
Miaozhu's hand holding the basin trembled a little, and he said in a stern voice, "We have already prepared this black dog blood, just to guard against unclean things."
Rong Xian nodded, very reasonable: "So it is."
She glanced at the beautiful scenery of Qingshan, and said in a gentle voice like a spring breeze: "This place is so beautiful, so there are still unclean things. It's really #people don't look good#."
Through the shadow on the ground, the temple Zhu who already faintly knew that he had done an embarrassing thing: "..."
However, is it so useful to be invisible? Will you speak.
He put the basin aside in embarrassment, bit his lip, and did a non-standard etiquette, saying, "Is the layman here to worship God?"
Rong Xian said as it should be: "Why do I work so hard to come here if I don't worship God?"
Miaozhu, who was slapped back again, looked at this familiar face, resisted his heart palpitations and walked to the big cauldron, picked up a stick of incense from the side, lit it, and handed it to Rong Xian, stammering: "The layman is today. The first person to come here, this first incense stick is also handed over to the layman."
Rong Xian looked down at the long incense stick, and said lightly, "I haven't even seen the face of a god, so you asked me to offer incense to the god. It's too frivolous to eat."
After the Miaozhu was rejected, he took the incense back with a 'swish', as if his actions just now had used up all his courage.
Fortunately, Miaozhu seemed to realize that he was exaggerating a bit, and he stood there awkwardly for a long time without saying a word.
In the end, it was Rong Xian who broke the unspeakable silence: "Oh—?"
Miaozhu almost jumped up in fright, looking at this person's delicate and familiar eyebrows, Miaozhu only felt terrified.
Rong Xian folded her hands into the wide sleeves, and the wide robe was blown by the breeze, but the wind was unrestrained, and the jade tree faced the wind.
Then she said slowly, "I'll go see what the gods look like."
Without waiting for the Miaozhu to refuse, she stepped into the temple.
In front of you is a clay figure, a lifelike clay figure, wearing a funny high hat on its head and a robe that is integrated into one body.
Rong Xian suddenly became interested and asked Miaozhu, "Is this seamless?"
Miaozhu moved his feet quietly, shortening the distance between him and the immortal sculpture, as if this would give him a sense of security.
Looking up, he met Rong Xian's clear eyes with curiosity, and Miaozhu said, "!!"
Rong Xian took his actions into his eyes, and said in his heart, "It turns out that you have this kind of relationship with the gods."
Miaozhu couldn't even care about his fear. He collapsed a little and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Rong Xian blinked her eyes and said with an extremely complicated expression, "It can be seen from your behavior that you seek protection immediately when you are frightened."
Miaozhu was so tired that he didn't want to talk anymore.
Miaozhu (depressed): What does it have to do with being slandered by someone like a clay statue, who is blind? (`Dan)
(End of this chapter)