According to the conversation of these mountain residents, there is a monster called Yin Ghost hidden in the Dragon Shelf for many years. The monster is several meters tall and its head is as big as a bucket, and its hands and feet are as flat as wild claws. When wandering in the mountains, it is easy to touch the village villa to secretly kill people!
Well, that’s another story. Let’s talk about Mao Jiahao’s affairs first. Because there are still many people in Songluo area, there are few wild animals around. In recent decades, I haven’t heard of anything. Many people have forgotten what happened here. It was none other than the boss of the villa where we lived. His father lived in the mountains and many old hunters.
In recent days, I don’t know why Mao Jiahao’s family planted a farmland on the hillside, and it was always turned upside down at night. He planted yam and ate it, but he pulled up the whole yam seedling and threw it everywhere. This Mao Jiahao couldn’t stand it. He gave his wife a sentence late and went out with his own soil ware.
At that time, the goods were also careful, even if they met golden monkeys and wild boars, wouldn’t they have to get an extra share if they called for more people? This guy was at ease to smack the troublemaker at that time. I didn’t expect that it was this caution that killed him-he didn’t come home until noon the next day, and his wife didn’t realize if something happened. It is reasonable to say, if you hit your prey, you should go home. How can you ignore it and delay a day? So his wife begged his uncles and brothers to come to the mountains together and stayed up all night to find his body two or three kilometers away from the farmland.
Mao Jiahao’s death was terrible, and his clothes were mixed with plasma and turned into strips of rags. His face, hands and thighs were all scratched out by claws, and his blood was all visible. The bones were terrible! But that’s not the scariest thing. The scariest thing is that his belly has been bitten open, and his heart, spleen, lungs and kidneys have been eaten, leaving a face full of fear and despair …
At this time, someone finally remembered the old saying that this mountain monster-Yin Ghost!
So these people came back and called for people to say that they were preparing for the mountain encirclement and suppression to get rid of this scourge-this is what we saw earlier. Many people walked around knocking at the door and whispering, and then more and more …
When Sang Yu and I heard this, we almost got the meaning. We didn’t believe in the ghost story. First, because neither family had ever talked about this monster; Second, there is no judgment on the spot situation method; The last point is that there are many monsters in this matter. How can we believe an illusory statement?
Sang Yu and I walked straight along this road through the jungle and climbed the cliff. At the last forest pool, we found Mao Jiahao’s body. There were not many people left here. There were only three or five women who wiped their tears and accompanied his wife. There were only a few people who went to Hanzhong, an old man with white hair, and squatted aside with a cigarette. He, Sang Yu and I just looked up when we came out of the forest, and then fell down gently.
He seemed to continue smoking a cigarette casually, but the flash of that moment made me understand that this uncle is not a simple man.
It’s a pity that Sang Yu and I haven’t come to say a word with him yet. Next to him, the second one found that our boy had already shouted, "Hey! Who are you? What are you doing here? " Hand ware a lifted up.
"We’re tourists, uh, looking around …" Sang Yu immediately showed a little fresh expression, curious and afraid, pulling my sleeve and hiding behind, but quickly sticking out his head and sticking out his tongue. "What’s wrong here?"
"tourists?" The young man stared at us and suddenly realized, "Oh, you are the guests living in Wanhe Villa, right?" He waved his hand ware muzzle toward a slight vertical "let’s go, let’s go, there is nothing for you here.
Then he took two steps to the side, just in case we and the earth cloth covered the body.
"No?" Sang Yu emerged from behind and pretended to be angry. "Why don’t you let this be your home? -I just, I just said, I’m still pulling me forward. "Let’s go. We’re going to."
"Your young man snapped up his ware." Do you believe it or not … "His speech was full of threats and he felt like he might give us a shot at any time-I pulled Sang Yu to block my face in front and interrupted him with awe." Believe it or not? You try it? "
Shit! The Five Ghosts are right next to you. It’s really a ghost if you can buckle this gun-er … I’m sorry I put my foot in my mouth. Since the Five Ghosts are here, it’s a ghost if they buckle or not!
Going a few times, those guys suddenly picked up their guns, and I felt that I was tit for tat. On the one hand, Maimang was eyeing up and glaring at several ware, on the other hand, it seemed to be careless but ready to treat us …
"Stop it." At this moment, the old man suddenly opened his mouth. "Put the gun away" was very weak, but the majesty did not question those guys. We were very unwilling. We took a look at the gun and muttered, "You are lucky …"
"Hum, the old man knocked a few sticks of rock back into his waist." I really don’t know how little wool is. It’s not these two who are lucky, but you guys who are lucky-go and get them from the bamboo bed.
In the surprised eyes of several women, several boys walked past us and picked up those people with bamboo beds along the way.
When they disappeared from the forest, the old man approached us with a ponder smile. "I’m sorry that these children are not very sensible and offended-my name is Cui Laosan, and the Wanhe Villa where you live is my son’s drive."
"Oh, it turns out that it’s Uncle Cui. Hello, you’re kind enough to respect me. I’m still a man. That’s the reason. Since Uncle Cui’s words are polite, I naturally can’t neglect and say hello." My name is Liu Pi Yun and this is Wang Sang Yu. "
The old man didn’t respond to the name. It is reasonable to say that if the people in the practice naturally don’t know it, but they just listen to his meaning and know something-I can’t help wondering that I dare not salute the card according to the practice rules for a while. I don’t know what to say at this point.
The old man did open his mouth at once. "The two handprints just now should be people in the practice, right?"
"eh? Uncle Cui, are you also a family member? " I tried, "I’m Zhuge Yi in Shu, but I don’t know who you are …?" Sang Yu, it’s hard to say. I’m not reporting my legacy for the time being
Who knows that Uncle Cui sighed, "What am I? I just know a little idle people …" His eyes were full of "life. Everything is fate."
"Uh …" How am I supposed to answer that? Uncle Cui, you really don’t let me pick up a word. Once again, you can’t get stuck. Well, this master has returned to normal after sighing. He greeted me warmly. "I’ve heard of Zhuge’s family, but your master is not much and you haven’t seen it before. But this time, since you’re here, we are much more sure to deal with the ghost."
Sang Yu smiled. "Since this matter has been touched by us, there is no reason to stand idly by. But Uncle Cui, you know our rules. If we intervene, we have to do it according to our rules-can you do it?"
Uncle Cui nodded. "We have no problem with this, but …" I hesitated a little and didn’t seem to think about some words.
"But what? You can say it bluntly. "I shrugged." We don’t have that many taboos. "
Uncle Cui wanted to think about it and piled up a smile. "It’s very simple to ask you to prove that you are a real person in the practice, so that I can say that others cooperate with your work and then you can …" He wanted to think about it. "I’ll give you a thank-you note."
For a long time, this master regarded Sang Yu and I as practitioners who had a windfall all over the street … Practitioners are collectively referred to by all schools and factions. Most of them were sent to travel around Famendi before they started, and they increased their knowledge and met the masters of all schools and factions, and then went back to prepare for the start.
These younger brother things that can be discounted-don’t I and Sang Yu sample like nothing those goods?
On second thought, it is also true that Sang Yu and I are not old enough to ask his sects to be practitioners. Who would have thought that I have been practicing alone outside for many years?
I pulled something out of my pocket and pointed to a line of small words, "Uncle Cui, I don’t know if this thing can be regarded as a certificate?"
This thing is-seven documents of national security!
It was written in vain that the distance from Ri in September 1999 when I applied for the certificate is now more than three years-it feels like a gold medal catcher in ancient times proved his strength in vain.
Uncle Cui carefully finished the certificate and finally put his heart in his stomach. "You are really … well, I’ll call the children back and give them to you. Please.
Just as the sky was bright, when the middle-class people in all cities were busy at their desks, a group of hungry hunters who were recalled by Uncle Cui and Wang Xi, thirteen people who had just woken up and were sleepy, and I, Sang Yu, sat in groups of three and five in Wanhe Mountain Villa’s noodle restaurant, snoring and drinking corncob porridge, clicking and biting old kimchi and eating hot-mouthed white-flour buns, and began a heated discussion process.
The theme is whether this cargo Mao Jiahao died in the hands of the so-called ghost?
Section three hundred and thirty-five Soul falling apart
2
I have carefully examined Mao Jiahao’s body after I was approved by Uncle Cui. Unfortunately, neither Sang Yu nor I are professional coroners. The body has been destroyed in a real way. Why does it look like it has been eaten by a wild dog? The only explanation is that the wild dog actually eats dirty …
Of course, wild dogs are not afraid of high cholesterol, and they are under no pressure to eat dirty, but I can’t figure out why this product doesn’t eat meat. For example, Mao Jiahao’s fat thighs and arms are all fleshy and quite delicious. Is it really a ghost?
Anyway, everything can’t be explained now, so you can wait for our investigation results!
The zhangs’ several sit far away from us and listen to the discussion without saying a word. The posture seems to be indifferent to this-and there is no evidence to prove that it is related to our investigation of the Seven Killing Monuments. Everything is just my sixth sense …
As soon as our discussion plan was finalized, Master Nama came up to me and asked, "Liu, are you really going to take care of this?" The tone was full of reproach. "You know, we don’t have time to make waves now …"
I shrugged. "I don’t think it’s a wave-it’s not far from where we’re looking for the Seven Killing Monuments, Master Ma. Don’t you think it’s necessary to check?" I smiled. "To say the least, even if there isn’t, there are evil spirits here. It is just as righteous to blame our practice."
Master Ma shook his head. "Yes, you’re right. The practice is meaningful-but Liu, I hope you can understand your priorities. Now the matter of killing the monument seven times is imminent, and we have no time to delay it … We can call them and inform a team to come and deal with it, so we can solve it ourselves no matter when the time comes, right?"
"But it takes them less than two days to get here. Sang Yu spoke aside." And if they can’t leave immediately after the phone call, it will probably take three or four days or more to get here. Then the villagers don’t know how many accidents have happened.
"But it doesn’t necessarily happen. Master Ma retorted," As you said just now, it doesn’t necessarily have to be a ghost or a beast.
"We can’t bet on life, can we?" Sang Yu’s face became quite difficult and he wanted to spray his posture. "Can you say that you can sacrifice one person for saving one hundred people?"
"We didn’t sacrifice the centaur master growled," but let them endure for a few days.
"They can’t bear it because there is a monster now …"
"It’s an uncertain monster …"
"This is disregard for human life?
"You this is stubborn?
……
Although the two started to lower their voices, it was not obvious in the noisy dining room. Now it is more and more likely to attract attention-I coughed a few times and advised, "Are you so noisy and boring?" This action seems to be my decision. You just need to arrange it according to me, right? "
Although I sound neutral, it’s a pity that everyone is white-Sang Yu immediately stopped talking and showed a winner’s smile. He slowly picked up the milk and drank the horse, but the master waved back angrily.
Things didn’t end so simply … Sure enough, at the end of our discussion, when we were about to arrange work, the Zhang Xu guy came over and told me that since we were going to look for this elusive ghost, they didn’t stop it-could a joke stop it? -but they themselves want to go into the mountains on the same day and start looking for a rift along the clues of those travelers. There should be no problem in our Zhuge family here. I hope I can agree at such a time.
Of course, it’s also a joke if I want to stop them …
The zhangs’ such a walk Wang Xi is a bit restless. While he is on my side, he is looking for thirteen to discuss. But thirteen has no idea to say something bad about this sect. This guy is not the material. Wang Xi is getting more and more depressed and disappointed, and his face is about to drip with bitterness.
I didn’t care that he started to send people to thirteen according to his own ideas. Uncle Cui and a group of lean guys searched along the cliff. Iron and Wang Xize went around with other people to search from the cliff surface along the stream. When the group found something strange, they should be ventilated. Then everyone will adopt the way of encirclement to siege towards their destination.
Sang Yu and I are going to the dead man’s house and field for an evocation. Can we find scattered souls to gather and probe the news we need from his mouth?