"Three years ago, a young man named Zhang Yan in the village got married. It was originally a big happy event. Unexpectedly, the groom Zhang Yan died in the wedding bed in the middle of the night. The symptoms of the body were exactly the same as those of Wang Zhongxi, a woodcutter three hundred years ago. He also became like ripe strawberries. The skin was covered with huge blood mass, bright red like fat! The bride Li Lan was so scared that she couldn't say anything. She kept repeating the two words "Blood God, Blood God". A few months later, she hanged herself because of depression! The Public Security Bureau solved the tragedy that happened in the new house, but she had no clue and could only attribute the conclusion to "food poisoning", but the source of the poison was not found. The villagers classified this as the blood god, so they reopened the ancestral hall and raised the fragrant chicken for sacrifices... "The old god talked endlessly.

"No wonder the farmers beat their fragrant chickens to death. They had such a big reaction!" Heng Qi suddenly realized.

"The Public Security Bureau's idea of ​​solving the case is correct. It is indeed a symptom of some kind of poisoning, but it is absolutely impossible to be food poisoning. There must be another reason!" Liu Yong analyzed.

The group of people quarreled, making me sleepless. I suddenly sat up from the bamboo mat, raised the flashlight he bought, and shone it at the "Blood God" statue covered with dirt and dust. Because there was too much dust, I couldn't see clearly, so I walked around the coffin, walked under the statue, and swept away some dust with a broom...

"My God, what kind of monster is this?" Heng Qi and others screamed in horror.

It turned out that the statue was not a human, but a vertical barrel-shaped object, with a slightly smaller end at the top and bottom, slightly bulging in the middle, with a diameter of about half a meter, about one meter and two meters high, about the same height as a normal development child of six or seven years old. It has no head or hands and feet. It looks like a silkworm pupa that has been magnified by tens of millions of times. It is very strange and weird. No wonder Hengqi and they are so surprised!

"Needless to say, the so-called blood god is probably a mutated leech. Wang Zhongxi, three hundred years ago, and Zhang Yan, the unlucky groom, three years ago, must have been bitten to death by leechs. Leech is very common, and it is available in ponds and paddy fields in the south." Liu Yong began to publish his high arguments again.

"Leeches just suck blood without causing that kind of clot like blood on the human body!" the farmer retorted.

"It shouldn't be a leech, maybe some unknown creature." Xie Ke also interrupted.

"Not a creature! If it is just an ordinary creature, it will not be called a god! Since it is a blood god, it must be something extraordinary mysterious and unpredictable!" said the old god.

"What did you say?" the farmer asked back.

The old god glanced at me and stopped talking: "If I say it, Kesi will definitely scold me..."

"I understand what you mean. What you want to say is a 'ghost', right?" the farmer sneered.

As soon as the farmer finished speaking, a crisp sound suddenly came from the coffin. Not only was the farmer startled, but the others were also stunned.

"Monkey, haven't you caught all the toads in the coffin?" Xie Ke's girlfriend Liu Ting asked Xie Ke.

Xie Ke defended himself: "We have caught them all, but Ke Si also used the eternal lamp to illuminate it, and it was confirmed!"

"Kess, have you caught all the toads?" Hengqi asked.

"Yes." I nodded.

"What the hell was the sound just now?" Hengqi, Liu Yong, the farmer and others all scratched their heads.

"Could it be that chicken survived?" Gao Weizhen said in confusion.

"Zhenzhen, don't say it so terrible. The chicken's head was broken by the farmers. How could it survive?" Jiang Rulan sneered.

"Can it be the sound caused by the thermal expansion and contraction of the coffin board itself?" I said.

"Pudda, Pudda" As soon as I finished speaking, the coffin rang several times one after another. It was obvious that the chicken was swaying and struggling inside!

"Damn, it's a living ghost, that chicken is really alive!" Heng Qi screamed in horror.

"Open it and see what the hell is?" Xie Ke roared and rushed forward to push the coffin lid.

"Yes, I see what the hell is!" Hengqi, Liu Yong, and the farmers also stepped forward to help. The four of them worked hard to overturn the heavy cedar lid to the ground, and then several heads were put into the coffin together...

God! The red silk that was originally wrapped in the corpse of the chicken was spread flat on the bottom of the coffin. There was a very obvious human-shaped trace on the red silk, as if someone had just lie down. The chicken was gone, leaving only a few feathers in the corner of the coffin!

What is going on? How could such a strange thing happen? Where did that dead chicken go? Who spread the red silk? What about the human-shaped traces on the red silk?

Everyone's head was stirred into a paste, and everyone felt a chill on their bodies...

"Evil! It's really evil..." Hengqi's upper and lower teeth shivered.

"It's the Blood God! It's the Blood God. It's the old man who came here, it ate this chicken!" The farmer's eyes were dull and murmured.

This incident also shocked me. I, who always boasted of a materialist, couldn't help but have an inconsistent idea at this moment: Is there really a so-called ghost in this world? I want to ask Zhou Hong for advice, but she seemed to ignore what was happening in front of her, and was only focused on the radar scanning signal of the handheld terminal...

At this time, a "clang" sounded another gong from the nearby farmhouse, and a sound of firecrackers sounded. Then the woman's wailed, and the miserable and sadness was shocking!

"I don't know which family has passed away again." The farmer looked in the direction where the wailing sounds came.

"This place is so creepy, let's retreat, otherwise you will be beaten to death by a ghost here..." Heng Qi shouted.

I was so upset that I was finally angry by Hengqi's words. I shouted: "Where are ghosts in this world? Do you all want to be Huang Paopao?"

I rushed forward quickly, grabbed the red silk spread at the bottom of the coffin and lifted it up and said, "I don't believe that there are really dead people lying in this coffin..."

Unexpectedly, when I lifted it, a figure sat up under the red silk. Because the figure rose up so suddenly, not only me, but everyone's vision was strongly impacted, and everyone exclaimed: "Oh..."

I was so shocked that my heart was beating - after so many things, this was the first time I was scared that my heart beat faster.

But when I saw clearly who the figure was, my nervous heart relaxed and shouted angrily: "Why are you?"

It turns out that this person is Huang Paopuo!

"Oh, it's Huang Paopao!" Liu Yong exclaimed.

"No, he is not Huang Paopuo, he is an evil spirit!" Heng Qi shouted.
Chapter completed!