Because Wenxuan insisted on staying, after the three returned to the small town, Sun Daoren found a place for them.
Such a small town, unlike the city, rarely entertains outsiders, so there is no place like an inn. But this is not a problem. Sun Daoren just gave up a little money, so he found a family at the head of the village, rented a few empty houses, and settled the three people in it smoothly.
The simple mood was a little low, and as soon as he entered the house, he indented in his room to rest.
Wen Xuan wanted to call him together, but as soon as he opened his lips, he felt like something was blocking his throat and he couldn't open his mouth. He not only hoped to have a simple company, but also felt that this investigation might involve some bad facts, and it was better to be alone. After a little hesitation, he shook his head and sighed, and finally went out alone.
When I entered the town center, the scene I saw was not much different from when I came here. It was still a group of children playing on the street, and a few people were still resting under the trees.
Not all the people who were yesterday. But Wenxuan took a closer look and saw that the middle-aged man he had asked about yesterday was still among them, and he seemed to be an idler.
Wen Xuan walked over. The man looked up, his tone a little sour, "Where's the old horse?"
This is because he was dissatisfied that Sun Daoren stopped him from making money yesterday.
Wen Xuan shook his head and didn't say anything. He just took out a small piece of silver tael from his arms and handed it over, "I still have some things I want to inquire about."
Cultivators generally do not use gold and silver, but in this kind of place, gold and silver are more useful than spirit stones. When the middle-aged man saw this piece of broken silver, his eyes were straight, he smiled, and his hands quickly grabbed it.
But Wenxuan's speed was even faster. Before he grabbed it with both hands, Wenxuan clenched his fist and held the silver in his palm, "I want to know more about the female ghost mentioned yesterday."
The man reluctantly retracted his hands and smashed his mouth with a little regret, his eyes still fixed on Wen Xuan's fist, "This Taoist priest, since you already know that it is a female ghost, you still want to ask what?"
"I want to find out what happened to her during her lifetime."
As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and immediately looked away from Wen Xuan's hand, looked at Wen Xuan's face, and his expression was a little dazed. Of course he should be stunned, he was clearly not born when the female ghost was entrenched on the mountain. Wen Xuan actually asked him to inquire about this kind of thing, he really found the wrong person.
But Wenxuan has his own plans. He knew that a person like this, even if he couldn't give him the answer, could give him the way to find the answer.
Sure enough, the middle-aged man only struggled for a moment before he had an idea, and pretended to be calm and smiled, "Although I can't tell you directly, I know who can tell you."
Wen Xuan nodded, no longer holding on to it, and directly handed the broken silver in his hand.
The middle-aged man took it with great joy, and stood up to lead the way for Wenxuan. After a while, he came to a rather old house.
An old man lived in the house. This old man is nothing special, just old.
To answer Wenxuan's question, being old is an inevitable condition.
"Uncle Zhao!" The middle-aged man knocked on the door, called the old man out, and introduced to Wenxuan, "Although there are many older people in the town, most of them are a little confused, and Uncle Zhao is the rare one who is sober. What you want to know, he can definitely say a few words."
As he said that, he winked at the old man, probably saying how generous Wen Xuan was.
Zhao old man understood, and immediately showed a warm smile, "What does this Taoist priest want to ask?"
This person is about sixty or seventy years old, and he is only about ten years older than Wenxuan. But as a mortal, this is an age that not everyone can live to. Although Zhao Lao'er looked sober, there was a lot of old-fashioned air on his face.
"Just the female ghost in that mountain." The middle-aged man replied for Wenxuan, "The Taoist priest wants to inquire about her life, do you know?"
As soon as these words came out, the old man Zhao was obviously surprised.
After a long while, he restrained his surprise and showed a subtle look, as if he was recalling something. It was really an unbearable memory, and Zhao Laoer's expression gradually became sad.
Seeing his reaction, Wen Xuan secretly said that he had a door, and his expression couldn't help being a little dignified. To be honest, he was a little nervous and uneasy about what he was going to hear next. But he also knew that for those facts, he could not avoid not checking them.
After I don't know how long, Zhao Lao'er finally sighed, "She... She always hears the screams of women, ghosts and ghosts, but before her death, no one has mentioned her for many years."
"Do you know him?" Wen Xuan asked quickly, "When she was alive?"
"It's good to say that it's also from a town. Although it's not familiar, it's always there." Zhao Laoer said, "What does the Taoist want to know?"
For a while, Wenxuan didn't know where to start, so he could only say, "Let's just talk about it."
Zhao Laoer started from the beginning.
"At that time, she was about the same age as me, and she was already a flower in the town. Many young men looked at her with straight eyes. It's a pity..." He shook his head and pointed to his mouth, "She's a mute."
Really dumb. Wen Xuan couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart.
Zhao Laoer had forgotten who she was, but she only remembered that the people in the town called her Dumb Hua at that time. Dumbhua has a father and two older brothers in his family, and his mother died early and suffered from childhood. Her father didn't care about her either, and was always bullied by her two older brothers.
"But until then, she was still living like a person." When Zhao Laoer said this, there was a kind of fear in his expression, and his tone was a little trembling, "Until that time, at that time, that thing suddenly disappeared from the mountain. Turn it over and break into town, that thing..."
He trembled all over, and his words were incoherent, "That, that monster!"
Wen Xuan hurriedly poured him a cup of tea. After Zhao Laoer drank it, he finally calmed down.
"That celestial demon?" Wen Xuan asked.
"I don't know what kind of monster is not a monster, it's a monster." Zhao Lao'er said with a pale face, "a monster that eats people."
Zhao Laoer tried to describe the appearance of the demon that day, but the memory was just a nightmare, and the last description was messy. Wenxuan could only roughly hear that it was a blue-headed monster with a huge body, worthy of three black bears, and it was covered in scales and armor. The sharp horns on Tian Yao's head and the pair of sharp teeth on his mouth also appeared repeatedly in Zhao Lao'er's narrative, which obviously left a very strong shadow on this old man.
"There used to be a hole on that mountain." Zhao Laoer pointed to the snow mountain, "It was occupied by the monster at that time and used as a nest."
Wen Xuan nodded, he knew the cave.
Zhao Lao'er's next sentence changed Wen Xuan's face slightly, "The monster caught the people in the town, tore them up, and stuffed them all in that hole. Half of the cave was filled with blood. Ah meat and mash together."
What a terrible picture was that? Wen Xuan couldn't help but recall what he saw in that cave, and when he recalled the dark mountain walls and ground, his face couldn't help but turn pale.
"This nightmare lasted for more than a year, a whole year!" Zhao Lao'er became emotional again, "At that time, we had no choice but to run around and hide everywhere, but we were still caught by it one by one! My brother, my father, and my uncle were all caught by it! Until that day, two immortals discovered this place and helped us kill the monster..."
Speaking of this, Zhao Laoer almost cried, "I finally found their bodies, in that cave, scattered..."
Wenxuan kept comforting him, and tried to guess the relationship between this terrible memory and the ghost, "Could it be that she was at that time..."
"I was arrested." Zhao Lao'er gave a positive answer, "I was arrested with her father. Later, we also found her father's body, also scattered, mixed with other people, almost Can't tell."
Wen Xuan looked solemn, "Since the state of death is so desolate, it is really not a miracle that the soul stays in the land of death for so long."
"Does the Taoist mean the dumb flower?" Zhao Lao'er heard it, but showed a strange look, "This is wrong, she didn't die at that time."
Wen Xuan was taken aback.
"The people who were directly torn apart by the monster were all the men, young and old in the town." Zhao Laoer told Wenxuan, "As for the girls in their rightful years, although they were all stuffed into that cave, most of them were All were left with a whole body, and a few even survived."
"This..." Wen Xuan thought it was incredible at first, and was about to ask, but he reacted, and his face changed drastically.
Sure enough, then Zhao Laoer sighed and shook his head, "It's just what happened to them... No one can tell if it would be better to be shredded directly. Even those who were rescued with great difficulty, some A few were humiliated and committed suicide not long after."
Wen Xuan clenched his fists in his sleeves, secretly said that it was true.
The descendant of the Heavenly Demon not only captured the people in the town to feed their stomachs, but also captured those young women for adultery. It was really heinous and outrageous. Thanks to Chu Lian and Ye Shengge arriving in time to eradicate such evil monsters in the world, it is really a great merit.
"As for the mute flower, she survived at the time, but she lived no more than two years." Zhao Laoer finally said, "After all, she has experienced that kind of experience... After that, she was a little crazy, plus the death of her father, two The elder brother took anger at her again and bullied her even more severely. Finally, one day, she was found dead in a ravine and went like that."
This story ushered in the ending here. The life of the female ghost Mumhua is very simple, but it is very bleak, which makes people sigh.
Wen Xuan thought of the scene of meeting in the cave before, and his heart was heavy.
"But her life ended like that in the end, and it's not a bad thing." Zhao Lao'er said with a wry smile, "It's a relief anyway."
Wen Xuan looked at this wry smile, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.
The story is wrong.
If death was really a relief, she couldn't have been a ghost in the world. If everything is really that simple, there is no way to explain her obsession, or her strange behavior in the cave. In such a bleak life, what could she be obsessed with
Although the old man in front of him said a lot, he seemed to be hiding something.
Wen Xuan thought a lot at this moment, thinking about what could reasonably explain all this. Then he stared at Zhao Lao'er's eyes and asked the last question.
"Has she ever left a child?"