The Mysterious Recovery of the Forgotten World

Chapter 46
The dead child's body gushed out rotten and smelly soil like a pulp.

This movement was not small, and was immediately seen by some villagers who had been hiding in the nearby grass and tree trunks.

See clearly.

In this closed small village, the news must be spreading soon.

Ignoring the villagers who didn't know where to report after seeing the situation clearly, Li Leping turned to look at Lu Sheng.

Old Zhao had already been woken up by Lu Sheng, but after waking up, he sat down on the ground as if languid, staring blankly not far away.

There was his dead grandson. The mud gushing out of the body covered the ground, and there was always a lingering stench in the air.

"Huh? What is this?"

Suddenly, Li Leping looked at the mud flowing all over the ground, as if he suddenly discovered something.

He stretched out his hand to pinch, and pulled out a few strands of thin black threads from the flowing mud.

The thin lines are hidden in the blackened mud, and it is impossible to see them without careful observation.

After careful identification, it is certain that this is not a thread, but hair, and judging by the length, it should be a woman's hair.

"Is it left by the ghost?"

Li Leping felt that things were becoming more and more confusing.

A child was dragged into the water and drowned, but his body was filled with mud, and there was a woman's hair in the putrid mud.

Obviously, since he entered Qingshi Village, he hasn't really encountered a ghost until now, but there is an indescribable weirdness everywhere in Qingshi Village.

At this time, Lu Sheng, who was aware of the complicated situation, also came over and said seriously, "What shall we do next?"

Li Leping glanced at him, and then walked to the side of Lao Zhao who was a little demented: "Who are the children playing in the water with your grandson here? Take me to find them, I have something to ask them."

Li Leping didn't believe that those children were blind. Even though they were young, they must have seen something when Lao Zhao's grandson was killed.

However, when he came over, he didn't see a child, probably taken back by their parents.

"I know." The distraught old Zhao made a difficult voice, choking with sobs, "I'll take you there right now."

If Lu Sheng told him that there are "ghosts" in this world, then Old Zhao was only skeptical at most.

But now, watching his grandson die in such a miserable state, he couldn't even save his body.

Old Zhao has clearly realized that the world has changed.

become a stranger to him.

Unsteady, as if the ten-year-old Zhao refused Lu Sheng's support, he insisted on supporting the ground with his hands, and stood up.

He was not too dirty or cold, walked to his grandson's corpse, took off his coat, wrapped the corpse and hugged it like this.

Immediately afterwards, he didn't say a word, just walked in front like this, staggering, as if he had lost his soul, as if he would fall to the ground the next moment.

Li Leping didn't urge him either, and just followed Lao Zhao silently without saying a word.

The difficulty of the situation now is far beyond his imagination, and he doesn't even have a clue to find the ghost.

It's impossible to let Lu Shengqian go to the bottom of the river to search inch by inch, right?
The villagers along the way saw the desolate old Zhao, and also saw his corpse wrapped in a coat. The hands and feet of the corpse were still exposed and stained with mud.

At this moment, every villager took a few steps back and hid far away, because they felt unlucky.

It seemed that the few villagers who had been peeping not far away had obviously released the news.

In this closed mountain village, if a few people know something, it means that the whole village knows it.

No one dared to talk to Lao Zhao, some thought he was crazy, while others were afraid of Li Leping behind him.

Because, just now, this seemingly ordinary young man pulled out a pistol in public and warned them.

Soon, they walked along the cement road in the village to a self-built house.

The door was closed tightly, as if the three of them were not welcome.

Old Zhao still didn't speak, with a straight face.

He walked to the gate, gently put down the corpse in his arms, then stepped forward, and slammed the gate forcefully.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a muffled sound from the door.

But no one opened the door, and no one answered.

After waiting for a while, Old Zhao knocked on the door again.

This time, he clenched his fists, a little anger appeared on his face, and his eyes were a little red.

This ordinary person who is greedy for small things and cheap things, but at this time broke out an astonishing anger.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

There was a loud knock on the door, which even turned into the sound of slamming and kicking the door.

However, the gate remained standing, showing no intention of opening it.

Around, another group of villagers who like to join in the fun hide in the corner, or stand by the window of their own house, secretly looking at Lao Zhao like a movie audience.

Watching the excitement is never too much, and there is no shortage of such people anywhere.

Ignoring the onlookers, through the wall, Li Leping saw the four-story self-built houses that were originally brightly lit in front of him, but the lights were turned off one by one, floor by floor.

It was already dark, and the small building that was originally shining with hot lights suddenly fell into darkness.

"Is this treating me as blind?"

Li Leping became a little impatient, and gave Lu Sheng beside him a look: "Go, smash the door down."

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Lu Sheng stepped forward eagerly.

Since Li Leping didn't say what method to use, it's tantamount to letting him do whatever he wants.

In his opinion, it was time to move his fist directly.

If they don't use some ruthless means, these people don't know what to be afraid of.

"Old Zhao, get out of the way."

Unable to refuse, the 1.8-meter-five tall man stretched out his hand and moved the thin old Zhao to the side.

next moment.

"Boom-boom-boom!"

With all his strength, Lu Sheng used his right leg to prove how terrifying the power of the ghost master is.

With every kick, the door would vibrate violently.

"Boom!"

It seemed indestructible, but in fact the iron door supported by a latch behind the door was kicked open by him like this.

Accompanied by many horrified eyes behind the door and the shock from the surrounding audience.

The iron gate was kicked open with a few kicks. Is this a Superman from the city?
"What do you want to do?!"

"There are robbers!"

"Go and get the knife!"

There was a commotion behind the door.

When you kick open the gate, you can see a lot of people in a group of yards.

Looking around, there are at least seven or eight people, some of them are old, they look about 70 or 50 years old, and some look younger, about [-] or [-] years old.

And the moment the iron gate was kicked open, their originally playful and indifferent expressions froze for a moment, and then became panicked.

(End of this chapter)