The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

Chapter 42 The Scratch by the River

Near the river, Li Leping began to search along the way.

soon.

His steps stopped.

By the river, a net bag that seems to be used for fishing was discarded here.

Bending down, he saw a series of shoe prints on the mud near the water.

The shoe prints were messy and looked like they were stepped on by a few people wandering here.

But these shoe prints are not the key.

The most important thing is that among these messy shoe prints, Li Leping caught a few scratches.

The thickness and size of the scratches cannot be left by the fingers of an adult.

These are the scratches that only children can leave.

And the finger marks are obvious, extending from the river all the way to Hanoi.

The range of the scratches is less than one meter from the riverside. The marks are messy and there are still some gaps. This shows that the person who left the scratches is the mark left on the ground indiscriminately while resisting after being attacked by something suddenly. .

"That child didn't stumble and fall into it, but was forcibly pulled into the water by something." Li Leping's face moved slightly, and he took a few steps back.

He looked at the calm river in front of him.

The sky was getting dark gradually, and the surface of the river was dark, and there was nothing hidden under the bottomless river.

"Huh?" At this time, the upright Lu Sheng also came over.

He saw the scratches on the ground next to Li Leping at a glance.

"That kid..." Lu Sheng wasn't that stupid, he could guess what was going on the moment he saw the scratch.

Suddenly, panic appeared on his face, and then he cast his eyes on Li Leping: "Then is this ghost still in the river? Or has it run out?"

Li Leping lowered his head and looked at the ground soaked by the river. Except for the scratches, there were only some shoe prints left on it. Judging from the direction of the shoe prints, they should be left by the villagers when they came to pick up the child later.

The shoe prints were so messy that he couldn't analyze whether the ghost had escaped or not.

He could only shake his head as he couldn't make an analysis, but he seemed to have thought of something again, and looked back at the group of villagers gathered near Lao Zhao: "Didn't the old man say that these children are in groups of three or four?" Did you come to fish by the river? If so, maybe someone among the kid's companions saw something?"

"It makes sense." Lu Sheng suddenly realized, and then rolled up his sleeves and said, "I'll go and ask."

"Pay attention to your attitude."

Li Leping didn't go out in person, but handed over the matter to Lu Sheng.

If the boss needs to do everything, what do you want the younger brother to do?
Asking Lu Sheng to pay was not just to test Lu Sheng's obedience.

In fact, Li Leping is more afraid of the villagers in this village.

The population of Qingshi Village is small. Although most of the younger generation have gone to work in the city, the old people in the village are even more difficult for him.

They are all neighbors in the village. I dare not say that this group of people is all prosperous and all will be harmed, but whenever there is any trouble, this group of people will gather together to act in a group.

Li Leping had many opportunities to intimidate and warn these villagers to cooperate with him.

But after weighing the pros and cons, he chose to give up.

The situation involved in Qingshi Village is too complicated, the old man in the Republic of China period, and the child who drowned suddenly.

If I go up and make such a fuss with the locals now, it will only add many uncontrollable factors and make the situation more complicated and troublesome.

"I don't know why, but I always feel that after entering this village, my emotions seem to be much more stable."

Li Leping spread his hands and looked at his palm.

He felt that he had become a lot more normal, but this "normal" feeling always made him feel weird, with an indescribable sense of disobedience.

In the past, he might have directly held a gun to the head of a certain villager because of the lack of emotion caused by the recovery of the ghost, and asked him to tell the truth.

And just when Li Leping felt strange, Lu Sheng also showed his questioning methods.

Obviously, Lu Sheng is a reckless person by nature.

"Old man! Get out of here!"

Suddenly there was such a discordant voice in the crowd.

Immediately, everyone turned their attention to the source of the sound.

A tall, but thin, unhealthy man with a sallow complexion walked towards the villagers while shouting.

"What is he talking about?"

"It seems to be calling the old man?"

"Which old man?"

The villagers looked at each other in dismay, only Lao Zhao didn't turn his head back, just sat on the ground in such a decadent manner, his eyes were so wet with tears that he couldn't see clearly, as if he had lost his soul, staring blankly at the corpse on the ground.

Soon, a burst of extremely ugly insults sounded behind him, followed by waves of threats.

Ignoring Lu Sheng's commotion, Li Leping stood alone by the river, his eyes still on the river in front of him.

Things are not resolved, and many questions remain.

Regardless of the changes in my mentality, there is a problem right now.

What is the ghost's law of killing?
"Near the river? Or touch the river?" Li Leping frowned, thinking.

"However, the drowned child was fished out by the villagers who heard the news. No matter how they think, these villagers should be attacked by ghosts."

"However, until now, only such a child has been drowned, which is a bit unreasonable."

It's not that Li Leping has no conscience, nor can it be said that he lost his humanity after Li Gui was revived.

In supernatural events, the most rational way of thinking is often the most effective, so that the ghost whose location has not been determined can be found.

"Ouch!"

But at this moment, a painful sound came.

It's Lu Sheng.

He fled back in embarrassment.

"Brother Li, save me!"

"Ok?"

Li Leping's thoughts were interrupted, and he turned his head with a somewhat unsightly expression, but the next moment, his brows were raised.

Lu Sheng was frantically running towards him, but behind him were dozens of villagers, both men and women, most of whom were elderly, but the martial spirit of this group of people was not obliterated by age. All of them looked tough, holding hoes and sickles in their hands. Those who were empty-handed even took off their shoes as weapons, or just picked up a stone and chased after them.

Even the old man who answered many of Li Leping's questions was in the team, he was holding a cane, he looked complacent, and he was the most active one in chasing him.

"Boy, we don't welcome you in Qingshi Village, you can go back wherever you came from!"

"Get out of Qingshi Village, fuck you."

It seemed that Lu Sheng's attitude and method of asking questions were not very friendly, which finally angered the villagers.

The next moment, Lu Sheng heaved a sigh of relief as if he had been saved, and dodged to hide behind Li Leping.

Now, it was Li Leping's turn to face the menacing villagers.

(End of this chapter)