Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

The village entrance suddenly became angry.

The woman's wailing sound, like the time-telling chicken in the morning, woke up the whole village.

When the rooster cries, the world is white.

Following her howl, Lin Feng saw the big black dog in front of him get up swiftly and bark at him.

When the dog barked, the whole village came alive.

Lin Feng didn't have a painted skin at the moment!
The big dog faced Lin Feng without any fear, in a state of being on the verge of jumping.

Dogs fight people.

What about that person?
Lin Feng glanced into the main room in front of him, and there was a figure in the main room.

Appears to be an old lady.

She was chewing something in her mouth, and when she saw Lin Feng looking over, it disappeared in a flash.

Not only the village chief's family, but with that cry, the dogs and dogs of the rest of the family also started barking.

In one piece.

One after another.

A strong smell of the elderly.

Lin Feng walked into the main room, the dog only dared to bark but did not dare to jump, so Lin Feng scanned the main room.

The main room is a middle hall and an Eight Immortals table.

In addition, there is no place to hide from people. The shadow that appeared just now cannot be an illusion.

If you have cultivated to this level, you can have the illusion of a fart.

When he was about to leave, he suddenly turned his head and looked down at the bottom of the Eight Immortals table.

Under the Eight Immortals table, there is a pair of blood-red eyes!

It really was that old lady!
The old woman saw Lin Feng and made a "shh" silence.

She was wearing a shroud with corpse spots all over her body.

That's a sign of poor blood flow.

Lin Feng's eyes swept over the old lady who weighed no more than sixty pounds, and then saw the copper basin behind her.

This copper basin should be an incense burner.

There are a lot of chicken bones in it.

It would be even better if there were no chicken feathers in it.

Ru Mao drinking blood?

Seeing the texture on the copper basin, Lin Feng frowned.

"Cloud patterns."

It's an old item.

Lin Feng stood up.

"Don't, don't talk, don't say it."

The old woman begged in a low voice, opened her mouth, and a foul stench came out. Lin Feng could tell without using his eyesight that she should be dead.

Yangshou is over.

But he is neither a living corpse nor a corpse demon.

The body is still there.

Organ failure.

But still the same as a living person.

She grabbed Lin Feng's arm, and as soon as the two touched, Lin Feng felt that something was wrong with her.

Lin Feng stood up.

shook off her arm.

Before leaving, he glanced at the threshold of the village chief's house.

His gaze stayed on it for a while.

As a small village head in a bitter cold place.

The threshold for Yangjiacun's family is really too high.

And that copper basin.

He had just made up his knowledge and recognized that it was an improperly stored bronze vessel.

The top is filled with soil dip.

And there are many harmful rusts, which are like cancer, eroding the life of bronzes.

This bronze ware looks a bit like a tableware.

It is a tableware dug out from somewhere.

Lin Feng also gave the old woman a reassuring smile and withdrew.

He remained silent.

But it was true that his skin was covered with corpse oil. …

The old lady grabbed a handful of corpse oil, together with the dust she lay on the ground, formed a strange dirt.

He went out, and the dog was still barking at him.

Someone has come back.

Follow the only way.

He walked out towards the entrance of the village. Fengshui integrated, high-profile family, originally meant the literal meaning. From the point of view of the Feng Shui Bureau, a high-profile family will not hinder living wealth, because a high-profile family coincides with "righteousness".

Bigger place, bigger feng shui bureau.

There are some reasons for the spectacle as well.

A breathtaking spectacle.

But the scene of the village head of Yangjiacun, no matter how Lin Feng looked at it, had nothing to do with the bigger place.

Even the village head's house is nothing more than a main room, a side room, a place for storing grain, a toilet, a place for cooking, and behind the toilet is a place for penning animals.

As for the threshing ground and the milling ground, they are not at his house, and should be far away.

Under normal circumstances, the largest valley farm in the village also has a stage.

It is a place for the whole village to watch operas.

In such a small place, with such a high threshold, what else can Lin Feng say?

Pay attention!

Lin Feng walked out, and halfway there, he saw a middle-aged man leading a group of people approaching aggressively.

See raw faces.

They all became vigilant.

Lin Feng took out the letter smoothly and said: "I am the provincial capital supervisor you invited, where is your village chief?"

In fact, they are young and strong, because of malnutrition, they are not as tall as Lin Feng.

But speaking of fierceness, Lin Feng always felt that these people carried a kind of fierceness that was rarely seen, they were good at fighting with weapons, and they lingered with a bloody smell.

Under the smell of blood, there is also a smell of earth.

But no corpse smell.

It's not like fighting backwards, and it's not like going to the field.

Where are these people digging kilns here?
Lin Feng shook out the letter, and those people took a look at it. Some said it looked like Grandpa Seven's handwriting, but they were dubious.

The middle-aged man seems to be able to call the shots, and the final decision is made.

Said to go to the entrance of the village first, please "the gentleman who is watching the matter, take down the mother of the three dogs".

They dare not touch the corpse.

"Yes, yes, sir, let's go, let the three dogs down first."

Lin Feng was "pulled and dragged" to the front of the village, looking at the woman who was hanged on the locust tree.

This is the mother of the three dogs.

People around are chattering.

He looked extremely disturbed.

It seems that someone hanged on the locust tree at the entrance of the village, which is an extremely ominous thing.

Lin Feng guessed while listening, and restored what happened.

Sangouwazi was one of the children who lost their souls collectively this time.

His surname is Yang.

As for the official name, it doesn't matter, everyone calls him by his nickname, Sangouwazi.

After so many days, no matter what methods have been used, the child is still foolish.

Her mother was overwhelmed and hanged herself.

It may also be a collision with evil spirits.

Fascinated.

What a miserable man.

Miserable people?
I'm afraid it's a sacrifice.

Lin Feng pretended to believe it, and lightly touched the locust tree with his hand, feeling the resentment inside the locust tree. …

Lin Feng withdrew his finger, and saw the people outside, and a caller came in.

He is the head of Yangjia Village.

This person was very similar to the middle-aged man Lin Feng had met at first, and was related to him.

The village chief looked very thin. Looking at these people present, he shouted loudly: "The gentleman who is watching the matter is here? Where is it?"

Lin Feng stood up.

He took a lame stool and untied the three children from the tree.

When he started, the surrounding people, birds and beasts dispersed, not daring to approach.

But watching Lin Feng untie him.

These people looked at Lin Feng with a little more hope in their eyes.

Even so, they dare not approach the corpse.

The same was true for the village head. He stood about three meters away and asked Lin Feng what to do with the corpse.

Lin Feng asked him back, what will happen in your village?
He does as the Romans do.

The village chief thought about it and said it was burned.

Burned?

Lin Feng asked these people to come over and take the body away, who knows that those people still dare not go forward.

They hesitate.

The village head said bluntly: "Sir, you should take the body with you and burn it."

Lin Feng looked down at the corpse, it was a hanged corpse, such a corpse is not good-looking.

But there must be a reason why everyone is so afraid.

When untying the hanging rope, Lin Feng suddenly felt an impulse.

The urge to hang yourself on a tree!

This tree is really evil!
……

Lin Feng carried the body out, and those people looked at him in awe.

There is indeed something weird about Sangouwazi's damn corpse.

Her body stiffened at an extremely fast speed.

And it's getting worse.

It's a pity that no matter how heavy she becomes, it won't affect Lin Feng.

Lin Feng put it in the milling field. This time, Lin Feng saw the milling field in Yangjiacun. It was very big and had huge rollers.

The village chief took the rope, and hung one end of the rope around Sangouwazi's mother's neck, and tied the other end to the mill.

Afraid of corpse fraud.

After doing this, the village head invited Lin Feng to the village and invited him to drink tea. Lin Feng looked at the fork on the broken bowl, and then at the suspicious sediment at the bottom of the bowl, and did not choose to drink it.

He is business-like, first ask what is the matter, what is the salary, how many children will be called, and when will it start.

The village chief was not in a hurry, he spoke logically, as if he had read the book.

Not long ago, there were thirteen children, six boys and seven girls, all of whom had accidents a month ago, to be precise, half a month ago.

It took half a month for the person played by Lin Feng to "cross mountains and mountains" to get here from the provincial capital.

In the past half a month, another six children were recruited.

So a total of nineteen children lost their souls.

As for summoning the soul, "Sir, you can call the soul whenever you think it is appropriate."

Lin Feng nodded, saying that tonight he would be calling the soul, but as for how to call the soul, Lin Feng really didn't know.

He has only seen a few, but it is not clear whether it will work or not.

"I'll try first, but the reward."

Lin Feng acted mercenary, and the village head heard that, took out the copper coin and put it forward, saying, "Trouble mage."

"it is good."

Lin Feng put away the money and waited for dark. During the next period, he proposed to walk around the village again to see where it would be better to call the soul.

The village chief agreed.

Ask Uncle Sangouwazi, the younger brother of the woman who hanged herself at the door, to walk around here.

Invoking the soul at night, Lin Feng used his feet to measure the place. This is a village that keeps climbing. There is only one road, and the so-called "cliff" is beside the road.

The road is uneven.

In some places, it is a hole where groundwater or rainwater sinks.

If you are not careful, you will suffer.

As Lin Feng walked, he seemed to be casually inquiring about the situation with the people next to him. He could tell that the entire Yangjia Village had a small population, and more importantly, there were not many green plants.

The old locust tree at the entrance of the village is particularly conspicuous.

He wanted to ask Sangouwazi's uncle what was going on, but who knew Sangouwazi's uncle was also at a loss.

He also didn't know what happened.

So Lin Feng asked him, what happened unexpectedly before those dolls lost their souls.

Uncle: "What is unexpected?"

Lin Feng: "It's not a common thing."

Uncle: "It's raining."