The female corpse was wearing a pair of high-heeled shoes, which matched the one Shen Bing was holding. She threw the shoes into the pit in anger and kept cursing the old woman. However, she was not very good at cursing. She just kept saying a few words like "she deserved to die" or "she was struck by lightning" and then she ran out of words. Obviously, she was not qualified to be a shrew.
Apart from the shoes, the only thing left on the corpse was a pair of platinum earrings on her earlobes. I looked at the earrings for a long time and felt something was amiss, but I couldn't figure it out for a while. Finally, the body was reburied. Shen Bing said we should go back to Ce Li Village, wait for the old woman to come back, and send her to the police station.
I touched my nose and shook my head. How could an old woman be so easy to deal with? Otherwise, I wouldn't have been nearly killed by her the day before yesterday. Shen Bing pouted and asked, "Then what should we do? Should we just watch her do evil and do nothing?"
"There are some things we can never control, so let's look for Xiaoxue first." I said and walked out of the woods.
"What do you mean I can't do anything about it?" Shen Bing asked unconvinced.
"Alas, just like the three major taboos, do you think we can control it?"
Shen Bing was stunned, blinked her beautiful eyes, and asked in surprise: "Is this matter related to the three taboos?"
I scratched my head: "At the moment, it seems irrelevant."
"You're talking so seriously, no one in the world can take care of the world's affairs... Hey, wait for me!"
After leaving the woods, it was still early, just after eleven in the morning. I looked at the direction of Baihua Valley and was tempted. I felt that Baihua Valley was related to Honghua Valley, and I should start from there to find Xiaoxue. I walked over there immediately. Baihua Valley was five or six miles away, and this section of the road was easy to walk, so it only took me half an hour to get there.
Standing outside the valley entrance and peeking inside, it was still the same as what I saw the day before, a gloomy corpse-raising ground with no grass growing on it.
"Still... do you want to go in?" Shen Bing asked me unconfidently.
If I said I didn't dare to go in, she would definitely look down on me, so I smiled and said, "We must go in, but it's better to be cautious. Let's let the little white flag go in to test the situation first." As she said that, she pulled out the flag, whispered a few words to the pointy-headed ghost and the others, and put the flag in.
We leaned forward and watched the flag go away, slowly turning into a black dot and disappearing. My heart tightened, could it be a plane crash? I waited for a long time, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the flag flying back. Now the sun was overhead, and the pointy-headed ghosts couldn't come out. I saw a few big willow trees on the right, with a lot of shade, so I ran over and let the pointy-headed ghost go into the willow trees.
Willow trees are shady woods, a good place for ghosts to hide. Besides, they are shaded, so they won't get hurt. As soon as the boy entered, he said, "Master, that valley is a place for corpses to be raised. There's not even a hair on it."
"No house?" Shen Bing asked.
"No, it's completely bare and full of negative energy."
We looked at each other, feeling very curious. Why did we see the house when we went in the day before yesterday? Do humans and ghosts see different things? Shen Bing stared at me with his eyes wide open, as if asking, "Are you going to go in and take a look?" I turned my head quickly and pretended to look around.
Shen Bing picked up the small white flag and waved it: "Go back, we are leaving."
I thought she was going to go into the valley, so I tried to stop her, but she went back the same way and headed for the forest where corpses were buried. I couldn't help but laugh in my heart, thinking how brave you are. When I followed her, I found that the little white flag in her hand was shaking, as if she was playing rock music.
Shen Bing was in a bad mood. She threw the little white flag to me, stared at me and whispered: "@#￥%..." I guess she wasn't saying anything nice. She was definitely complaining about me being a coward.
I took the small white flag without saying anything and followed quietly behind. But the small white flag seemed to have a problem, it was shaking more and more, and my hand was a little numb. I thought that the pointy-headed ghost must have angered everyone again and was being beaten up by Lin Mengxi and the others. So I stuffed the flag into my bag and let them make a fuss.
When I returned to Tseri Village after crossing the hill, it was already past one in the afternoon. I deliberately passed by the old woman's house again. The door was still open, and it seemed that she had not returned yet. I suddenly felt like a child. I looked around to see that there was no one around. I took out a box of thumbtacks from my bag, which were used to make ghost foot nails. I took out a few thumbtacks, pierced my fingers, smeared some blood on each one, and buried them in the mud of the footprints left by the ghost messenger.
I ran back covering my mouth, thinking that whoever helped the old woman to grind the mill tonight would be in trouble for his feet.
We circled the village again and found a family in the southeast of the village holding a funeral. White paper was pasted on the gate and weeping could be heard faintly from the yard. I was moved. Did the Yingyue evil run back to the village to kill people in the early morning? If so, we really need to pay attention, otherwise the Yingyue ghost that was driven away will bite people everywhere like a mad dog.
After waving to Shen Bing, we entered the house. There was a mourning tent in the yard with a coffin. Several men and women in mourning stood on both sides. One of them was a woman in her twenties crying like a tearful person, and no one could stop her. When we entered the house, all the people in mourning knelt on the ground, thinking we were here to pay our respects.
We had no choice but to walk to the mourning shed and bow three times as the receptionist called for us to pay our respects. A low cry came from under the mourning shed. Most of the people were pretending, except for that woman who cried miserably. She was probably the deceased's daughter or wife. The relatives returned the greetings, but they looked up at us and didn't recognize anyone, and no one came out.
Fortunately, the person who helped was quite tactful and led us to the accounting office, meaning that no matter who gave the gift money first, we would talk later.
"What is your relationship with Xiaojun?" the man asked.
"Well, we are classmates." Since his name was Xiaojun, and seeing the woman crying so miserably, he guessed that the deceased must be a young man.
"Oh..." The man looked puzzled, but didn't say anything. He led us into the account office, paid a gift of 100 yuan, and told us to tell the truth and put Xifeng's name on it. When we walked out of the door, we heard them muttering in the room: "Xiaojun has never been to school, where did his classmates come from?"
Damn, I almost fell to the ground.
This man followed me out the door, and I asked him when Xiaojun died and what the cause of death was. He sighed and said that Xiaojun had been dead for four days and had just been buried today. He had a quarrel with his wife, and then ran out in the middle of the night and didn't come back all night. The next day, he was found hanged in the woods behind the mountain.
I felt relieved when I found out that it wasn't the Yingyue ghost who killed him. But then he frowned again and pointed to the direction of the forest where the bodies were buried and asked, "Is it the forest on the top of the mountain?"
The man nodded yes, and just as I was about to ask how anyone had noticed the dead bodies buried all over the woods, someone called him in the yard, and he said goodbye to us and went back.
Damn, I only paid 100 yuan for this piece of news. It doesn’t seem worth it.