Qinghe Village Ancestral Hall.

The villagers left one by one and became colder again.

Second floor, in the room.

The three old men sat at the table, the tea was steaming and no one moved.

The bitter-faced man before, lowered his head with a nervous look on his face, his palms were sweating, and he did not dare to look at the three elders with clouds on his face.

"The three of us old guys don't know how to eat people. I'm leaving you to ask if that thing is gone?"

Old Chen's face calmed down, waved his hand, signaling that he should not be nervous when he was angry, and asked with some meaning.

call……

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the bitter-faced man wiped the fine sweat beads on his forehead. After hesitating for a while, he nodded and said, "Old Chen, I searched through the village chief's house, but I didn't... I didn't see the fox demon..."

"What fox demon?! Do you have no idea what the origin of that thing is?"

Unexpectedly, he was interrupted before he finished speaking.

But there was a square face and wide nose beside Mr. Chen. The old man with a strong and burly figure could be seen staring at him and scolding him angrily.

Bang!

Bitter Gua immediately slapped himself and changed his mouth: "Oh, look at my mouth. Mr. Li, please calm down, it's a fox fairy, a fox fairy!"

It’s no wonder that the bitter-faced man reacts like this.

It is true that the three elders have always accumulated great power and are the "living ancestors" of the three major surnames in the village. Some things said on major events are more effective than the village chief.

Even if he doesn't want to, does he dare to shy his face?

"Oh, retribution is all retribution!"

The white-haired old lady looked bitter and shook her head and sighed: "If we hadn't been confused and believed the bastard with black water, we wouldn't have been able to invite a ignorant fairy who didn't know the details to come back.

Now these things are asking for debts!”

Bang!

As soon as the old lady finished speaking, the old man surnamed Li suddenly looked angry, as if he didn't like others saying that the fox fairy was bad. The table slapped loudly and angrily scolded without mercy: "Ungracious, if it weren't for the fox fairy, your Zhang family would have been out of the family ten years ago!

Another thing, is it still apart from the two things that are not known to be the ones outside the village that are more suspicious!”

"The surname is Li, you..."

After being scolded by someone, the old lady of the Zhang family suddenly looked ugly and she was about to refute her anger.

"Okay, okay, what an age is now."

Old Chen frowned, interrupting the increasing smell of gunpowder between the two, and waved his hand to let the frightened bitter gourd man leave first, then continued to say in a deep voice: "Whether the fox fairy or the mountain god, it is far from what ordinary humans can guess and compete with each other.

The most urgent task is to minimize and avoid the recurrence of tragedy. As long as they are in the ancestral hall, they will not dare to act too recklessly.

After all, our Qinghe Village has also produced characters and left legacy.

As long as you survive this period of time, the winter passes, the fog dissipates, and you will move directly to the village!"

As he spoke, Old Chen looked at the altar in the house, with deep respect and honor.

On the altar.

A skeleton that is as crystal clear as topaz is sitting cross-legged, with a black knife on its knees exuding a grand and grand charm.

"Children and grandchildren are not filial, and grandchildren are not filial..."

The topic was about bones, and Old Mrs. Zhang immediately restrained her anger, closed her eyes and closed her hands, and repeatedly accused her of crimes.

The old man surnamed Li, who was originally angry and fierce, also calmed down his face, and the admiration in his eyes was not concealed at all.

It seems that this bone is the immortal myth in their hearts and the unchanging faith that lasts forever.

Dongdong

Knock on the door.

"Old Chen, the downstairs has started cleaning up. Please come down and greet you. Everyone is frivolous. If something breaks, it will be a serious crime."

Hearing this, the three elders stood up and lit a stick of incense each, and then went out and went downstairs.

Inside the house, blue smoke curled up, and there was silence.

Buzz

On the altar, the black knife on the legs of the skeleton trembled gently, and the body of the skeleton also showed yellow dizziness.

A sleeping person was awakened and wanted to recover.

...

In the village.

Jiang Wuye, walking on the unmanned dirt road, felt aroused in his heart, and he glanced around him in confusion.

The feeling just now seemed as if the entire lifeless village had a moment of vitality and was about to recover.

But this feeling is too short and can be said to be fleeting.

A look.

In the village, there are winds and rains, everything is dead and silent, and there is still no vitality.

Too yearning for illusion?

Shaking his head, Jiang Wuye continued to walk home without thinking deeply.

Well...that's that?

Before he knew it, he approached the strange alley called Chenjia Lane in the village again. Jiang Wuye, who had just walked out of the fork, shrank back again, his body against the wall, and only half of his head was poked out to observe.

Only see.

At the entrance of Chenjia Lane, a thin, sloppy man dressed in sloppy and half-white hair was kneeling in front of a brazier and burning paper money, whispering something in tears.

A person is muttering, crying, scolding, and grabbing his hair madly, which is extremely strange.

Chen Crooker?

Jiang Wuye thought about it a little, and the information about the person at the entrance of the alley appeared in his memory.

Chen Nianyi has practiced medicine for generations.

When he was young, he broke his leg by collecting herbs and gradually became Chen Lame.

A plague ten years ago, if it weren't for him, the village might have been deserted.

Unfortunately, it is said that it is not to govern oneself.

His family was the first to be infected, and they were terminally ill, and in the end they tried their best but could not be rescued.

Since then, he has been stimulated. He often suddenly became crazy, or he always got drunk alone and fell into a corner of the village without knowing where to unconsciousness.

If he hadn't had some medical skills in his hands and the help of villagers over the years, he would have probably been buried long ago.

Speaking of which, my predecessor was also one of the infected people back then.

Lying on the bed all day long, breathing a sigh of relief.

If it weren't for this Chen Crook, he would probably have returned to the West long ago, and there would be no matter what Jiang Wuye had.

What did he do here?

After observing for a while, Jiang Wuye, who was puzzled, listened calmly, trying to hear what Chen Cuozi was talking about.

His ears are now far beyond ordinary people. With carefulness, even if he is about ten meters away, he can still hear Chen Crooker talking to himself.

"My father is not a human being... If you want to find me, you should look for me as a son... Woo...

He had no choice back then... he had a lot of debts... If we couldn't pay it back, we would be beaten to death... Every time my mother and I left the village, there would be someone guarding the village entrance... Woooo... it wasn't really intentional..."

The scattered information made Monk Jiang Wuye unable to touch his mind and nothing else. His predecessor had no impression of this aspect at all.

However, Jiang Wuye could guess some of the female tricks in the lane below, and the "you" mentioned by Chen Crook, the general cause and effect of Jiang Wuye.

If you think so, it should be that Chen Cuzi's father owed debts outside and was desperate and did not know how to trick the people in the alley.

This will cause resentment to remain undispersed after death and harm people's lives.

And according to the meaning, there have been more than one or two people who have been harmed by things in the alleys over the years.

But for some reason, the villagers rarely mentioned this, so even the predecessors did not know that sometimes the deaths in the village were related to Chenjiaxiang.

It seems that Qinghe Village has the same taboos towards this alley as it is to fox fairies.

Chen Cuzi’s pretending to be crazy and stupid over the years is probably because of this knot.

"I know you are unwilling to accept it. I have complaints. My father has gone. Just come to me, and they all come to me... I just want you to let go of others!"

As he was talking, Chen Cuzi suddenly became excited and got up and was about to rush into the alley.

Jiang Wuye narrowed his eyes and his steps moved slightly.

If the facts were as he guessed, Chen Crook would probably have an unexpected surprise when he rushed in.

Huhuhuhuhu

At this moment, the roar of cold wind gushed out of the alley, blowing the brazier into the sky, and ashes were flying all over the sky.

Chen Crooker fell to the ground like a rag doll and rolled all over the mud.

"Go roll"

In the alley, a series of sharp and harsh roars of resentment were heard, with unconcealed bone-killing intentions.

Near... This is a hornet's nest!

How the hell did I live to this day?

Behind the wall, Jiang Wuye, who was startled by the dense roar of resentment, took a breath and shivered.
Chapter completed!