"I heard from Master that not everyone in Southern Xinjiang can use Gu. This twin Gu sounds very powerful, and it is definitely not something that ordinary people can use. The Miao people who use Gu have a very high status in Southern Xinjiang. Such people Why would you go to such a small mountain village to kill two villagers? Is there anything special about these two people?" Ye Wuji asked.
"You have to ask the people in this village." The monk looked out the door.
Following the monk's gaze, Ye Wuji saw torches forming a long dragon on the mountain path, meandering towards the ruined temple.
"Catch those adulterers and whores!"
The leading man was about forty or fifty years old, holding a sharp sickle in his hand. When he shouted, the villagers behind him all shouted together, excited.
"Get 'em!"
"Burn them!"
"Burn them! Burn them!"
Ye Wuji heard the villagers shouting, with a strange excitement in their voices.
"Adulterer and adulterer?" Ye Wuji tilted her head, confused, and looked at the monk, "Why are they so happy? Is burning people to death something worth being happy about?"
The monk lowered his eyebrows and said nothing, just holding the beads and reciting Buddhist scriptures silently.
The mountain road was not long, and the villagers soon arrived at the temple. Everyone's face was filled with twisted excitement, as if they were not here to catch an adulterer, but to participate in a carnival.
"Where are the people? Where are the couple!" The leader of the village shouted loudly before he saw the temple gate. His excited expression looked ferocious and terrifying, like a Nuo dance mask that Ye Wuji had seen before. Only now did Ye Wuji realize that people could have such expressions on their faces.
When the village chief saw Ye Wuji, the monk, and the two corpses lying on the ground, the expression on his face froze instantly.
"Who are you? Why are you here!" the village chief shouted.
"What are you talking about! I'm just passing by here. The person you are looking for is here." Ye Wuji pointed to the corpse on the ground and said sarcastically, "It's already dead, so I don't need to bother you to light a fire."
"Dead?" The villagers stepped forward and became quiet after seeing clearly the death status of the two people.
"How come he... looks like he was scared to death?" A boy who looked to be only thirteen or fourteen years old said timidly. The expressions of several villagers changed.
"Isn't it haunted?" I don't know who said this, and the young villagers suddenly panicked.
The older villagers were very calm. The village chief scolded: "Why are you panicking? Don't scare yourself! There are no ghosts in this world!"
"You two!" The village chief pointed at Ye Wuji and the monk and said, "You stay here in the middle of the night, you won't be the one who killed the person!"
"These two are definitely not good people! Especially that monk. No monk looks like that. They must be fake monks!" said an old man with a pockmarked face and a hunchback.
Ye Wuji burst out laughing when he heard this and said, "Is it wrong to be good-looking? I think you are jealous."
"What nonsense are you talking about? You look like a girl."
Ye Wuji suddenly pulled out his sword and threatened: "Who are you calling a pretty boy?"
The hunchbacked man hid behind the village chief and muttered: "Village Chief, they must be the murderers. You see, the pretty boy is still carrying a murder weapon!"
"Everyone, be at peace," the monk said. His voice was not loud, but everyone could hear it clearly, and he suppressed all the villagers' voices.
Such deep inner strength! Ye Wuji looked at the monk, but he didn't realize that the monk had such ability!
"I have just examined these two people. There are no wounds on their bodies. According to the poor monk's guess, it should be caused by poison in southern Xinjiang. Everyone, early tomorrow morning the poor monk will go to Rui County to report to the officials and order the officials to take over this matter. I will definitely give them justice."