Who is that man? It's Wen Yusheng.
I was really blinded. I didn't see the real face of this kid. Pang Furong didn't expect that Wen Yusheng actually knew Taoism. Because he didn't know this business, he didn't dare to get close to the corpse, let alone seal the soul back into the corpse. Moreover, there was no trace left on the surface of the corpse, not even a talisman. That required advanced Taoism, which was difficult for us, the descendants of the Xi family's ghost affairs and the Xiangxi Zhuyou Department, to do.
What they discussed in the yard made people even more angry. Wen Yusheng's house was separated from Pang Furong's by a wall. He lay on the top of the wall and secretly heard the quarrel between the mother and daughter. He knew that Xiaolei had forced her mother to death. He was also afraid that Xiaolei would tell Pang Furong about his affair with Shuzhen, so he made an agreement with Xiaolei that he would not tell Xiaolei about forcing her mother to death, and he would not tell anyone about his affair with Shuzhen.
Shen Bing and Qu Mo looked at me. They didn't really believe this girl now. I nodded and thought what she said was true. Wen Yusheng came to Pang Furong's house yesterday morning. He might have seen Pang Furong carrying Xiaolei back to test his true intentions. Although Pang Furong blocked him outside the door, in fact, standing outside from any angle, he could see the rope in the air. He didn't suspect anything. Now thinking about it, it was unreasonable.
This guy is a good actor. He actually made up a lie that he was hired to bury the body for 200 yuan. He really fooled us. Thinking of this, I suddenly turned to look at Pang Furong and asked, "Does Wen Yusheng also know An Daiyun?"
"I know them. The two villages south of the bridge and north of the bridge are separated by only a river. In fact, they are no different from one village. Why are you asking this?" Pang Furong replied.
I looked at him and said it was nothing. I was thinking that the person who asked An Daiyun for help behind the scenes might be Wen Yusheng. Otherwise, how could he make up a lie about meeting a young man? But Zhang Xiaochuan couldn't rule out suspicion either. He felt that this guy was quite cunning.
The truth of the case should have come out by now, but the more I think about it, the more vague it becomes. It seems that Xiaolei killed An Daiyun because she was overly emotional, but there was a kind of inevitability. We arrived at Nanqiao Village overnight, and the terrifying ghost incident happened. So the other party had already made arrangements and waited for us.
This is no coincidence!
I looked at Pang Furong again, thinking that I had lost trust in everyone. It wasn't that Pang Furong had no suspicious qualities. But he had always acted like there were no loopholes to be found, which made me feel particularly distressed. Forget it, I decided not to think about it anymore. Wait until tonight, and maybe the truth will come out and everything will be clear.
Pang Furong sat by the pit, staring at the bed sheet in a daze. Zhang Xiaochuan hid far away under a big tree. Xiaolei huddled in front of a rock like a wounded little beast, staring at us warily.
I didn't have time to deal with her anymore, so I called Shen Bing and Qu Mo and walked to the ruins of the wooden house. I told them all my speculations. Now it was past noon, and I had to think about how to deal with this trouble tonight. Shen Bing took out biscuits and ham from her bag and shared them with Qu Mo and me. The three of us barely filled our stomachs.
When I was sitting cross-legged on the ground, meditating on how to break the black chicken essence, Pang Furong came over and told me that he remembered that ten years ago, Wen Yusheng had been out for two years and was said to have worked as a security guard in some Longlou Town. He often left the village in the middle of the night. Sometimes when he came back in the middle of the night, he saw this guy sneaking out a few times. He thought he had taken a fancy to the woman in Qiaobei Village and went out to fool around in the middle of the night. Now it feels weird to think about it.
As soon as we heard Longlou Town, we understood everything. Being a security guard there sounded good. He was probably a younger brother in the Longlou organization. It's possible that he learned evil magic from Zhang Yunfeng and came back here to develop his power. This is not impossible, because there is a little black chicken spirit in this mountain, which may be very useful to Zhang Yunfeng.
So, this matter was Zhang Yunfeng's doing behind the scenes. Damn him, why is it so hard to kill this bastard? It's like a wildfire that can't be extinguished, and it will spring up again with the spring breeze. As long as he lives in this world, I can't live in peace for a day. And tonight, there is also Kuroki Pan to help, so I really have to be 120% alert.
After thinking for a long time, I suddenly remembered that my father had mentioned a kind of chicken demon. My grandfather had encountered this kind of thing before. It seemed to be some kind of "famous mountain yellow demon". He tried to deal with it for several days but failed. He was almost killed by the chicken demon. Later, my grandfather figured out a way to deal with the chicken demon, using a weasel!
The weasel is the natural enemy of the chicken. Even if it turns into a demon, it is natural and cannot change its weakness of being the nemesis of its natural enemy. But looking around the valley, how could the place where the little black chicken demon lives allow the existence of natural enemies? But I can't leave the valley, where can I get this thing? It's really a headache.
Hey, I got it. Use yellow paper to draw the appearance of a weasel, then chant the incantation and burn it, and the evil spirits will see an illusion, just like my buddy Wu Luan's shape-changing, and the ghosts in the underworld will think I am a little black chicken. Excitedly, I asked Shen Bing to take out the yellow paper from his bag, picked up the brush and started to paint with cinnabar.
"Are you so happy that you found a treasure?" Shen Bing asked.
"Well, I found a weasel!"
"Ah! Where is it?" Shen Bing was startled. Women seemed to be particularly afraid of such small animals, and even Qu Mo showed a hint of surprise on his face.
“Isn’t this on the paper?” I pointed to the rough outline I had just drawn.
"I was so scared, I thought there was a real weasel." Shen Bing wrinkled his nose, but burst out laughing when he saw it: "Is that a weasel you drew? It looks like a big bug."
Well, I admit that my drawing skills are bad, but they can't be that bad, right? But I stopped and took a look. Damn, it's really ugly. I hope it doesn't turn out to be a weasel, but a worm. It aroused my appetite. So I gave it to Shen Bing to draw. Don't say, she is really good at drawing. The weasel she drew is lifelike.
After I finished the drawing, I was dumbfounded again. This thing can't be effective just by drawing a picture. It requires either the fur or blood of a weasel, but where can I get it? If I could get it, I would just catch a weasel.
Shen Bing started to give random ideas, saying to try plucking a few hairs from Linghu. I was so angry that I slapped her on the head. It would be better to let Linghu deal with the little black chicken spirit directly. Why waste such energy? Shen Bing covered her head and wrinkled her nose at me. She knew she was wrong, but she didn't dare to get angry.
Qu Mo frowned and said, "Think about what else weasel fur can be used for. See if any of us, including the three over there, have any such items on us."
After she said that, I suddenly remembered that I have weasel hair on my body. Oh no, it's not that I have this thing on my body, but the wolf hair on the brush, which is made of weasel hair!