The little lady of Xuanmen has become popular in the sixth palace by fortune-telling

Chapter 192 Doll (third update)
Cheng Si looked at her figure with her back to him and smiled softly: "She is really heartless."

The village was very quiet, and mice occasionally ran by the roadside. Xu Anan went directly to Village Chief Jian's house and found that Mrs. Jian Zhao was fine, and one of the peace charms on the table disappeared.

At this time, she was paralyzed on the bed and could not move. She just kept crying and calling Village Chief Jian's name.

There is also a peace charm on the table with a piece of paper on it, which is a suicide note written by Village Chief Jian. There is also a peace charm that turned into ashes beside Jian Zhao's bed, and it blocked it for Jian Zhao last night.

But Village Chief Jian was useless and chose to commit suicide.

Seeing Xu Anan and the others coming, Mrs. Jian Zhao shouted excitedly: "Nobles, please leave quickly. Yueniang is back. She is back to take revenge. We are sorry for her."

"Last night, I seemed to see Yueniang." Jian Zhao choked with sobs: "She said she hated me, and I knew that she should have hated her from the moment her father and I forcibly took her out of the house. My son left home ten years ago and never came back. I knew that both of them hated us, but we had no choice, really no choice.

How can one make a choice between only one person dying and a hundred people in the village? "

Mrs. Jian Zhao sobbed, and soon began to vomit blood. Aunt Chun was so frightened that she quickly wiped her with a clean cloth: "Aunt Zhao, please stop talking. You are the only one in your family. What will happen if you die?" ah."

Jian Zhao's tears dried up: "I was paralyzed. I might as well have been strangled to death by Yueniang with embroidery thread last night. Instead, I was saved by the nobleman's talisman. My old man is also dead. How can I live alone?" My son is gone and my daughter is gone, what should I do?"

"Did you really see Jian Yueniang last night? Does she look like your eldest grandson Sanniang?"

Xu Anan's sudden question startled Aunt Chun. Why did this matter involve Sun Sanniang again?
"Could it be that Yueniang has possessed Sun Sanniang?" Aunt Chun's face turned pale. If this was true, this scourge must be eliminated quickly, otherwise the whole village would suffer.

She had just finished thinking when a scream came from outside: "Chun Niang!"

Aunt Chun's face turned even paler, and Xu Anan looked at her: "Who is calling you?"

Aunt Chun trembled her lips: "Min, the husband of a civilian woman. When the civilian woman ran out of the house early in the morning, she clearly saw that he was dead. How could he be alive again?"

When Xu Anan walked to the door, he saw Cheng Si stepping on the person's head. His behavior was very bad. He bent slightly and crushed it with his toes. He bent his eyes and said, "It's soft."

"Help! My dear, help me!"

As if seeing a savior, the man flopped on the ground asking for help.

Cheng Si turned his head, his feet did not change, and he straightened his body. He touched his ears, with an impatient look on his face: "It's so noisy."

With a push of his feet, the man rolled directly in front of Xu Anan. The man shook on the ground twice before he got up and went to catch Aunt Chun: "Chun Niang, come home with me."

Aunt Chun was so frightened that she took a small step back: "Don't touch me! Stay away from me!"

The man moved his hands for a moment and lowered his head in annoyance. Xu Anan looked around him and suddenly focused on his collar. She curled her lips and smiled and said, "The thread on your collar has come loose."

The man paused, then reached out and touched it. A piece of thread was torn due to his struggle just now. He stuffed the thread into the clothes: "Chun Niang, just go back and sew it for me." "

As he said that he was about to hold Aunt Chun's hand again, Xu Anan pinched his wrist. Her eyes froze, she took out a dagger from her sleeve and stabbed it into the man's heart.

"what……"

Aunt Chun was so frightened that she squatted down, held her head and screamed. "Squeak, squeak, squeak."

The skin bag was scratched, and hundreds of mice poured out. Xu Anan's expression changed. The man's skin bag in her hand was kicked to one side by Cheng Si, who carried her to a safe place.

The mice saw the light and ran around, Xiao Xiao directly carried Aunt Chun into the house to avoid being bitten to death by the mice.

Mu Yi rushed to Xu Anan's side. He glanced at Cheng Si and then asked, "Mother, are you okay?"

Xu Anan shook his head: "It's okay."

Then she looked at her wrist: "Your Highness Prince An, you can let go."

Cheng Si chuckled and then let go of his hand: "The situation is urgent. Si Duo has offended me. I hope you will forgive me."

Xu Anan glanced at him, a sanctimonious guy pretending to be a gentleman.

After a while, the mice had finished running, and there were still a few mice on the ground that had been trampled to death. Their eyes were red and they were lying on the ground twitching.

But that man had nothing inside except his skin.

Cheng Si stepped forward and kicked it. The man's appearance was in the middle of the yard. He was as perfect as a real person.

Yao Zhuoyu opened the door and saw this scene in silence. This was too fantasy. The man who was standing and talking just now, but able to move, was instantly reduced to a skin.

"He, he, this...what's going on? How come a good person is gone?"

Yao Zhuoyu was already a little incoherent. After Aunt Chun recovered, she crawled over on her hands and knees to hold the skin bag, crying heartbrokenly: "My father, oh oh oh, Yueniang, how many times do you have to kill before you stop?" My whole family stood in the way for you back then, how could you do this to us, woo woo woo."

In the incident with bandits, the only ones who stood up to help Jian Yueniang were Aunt Chun's family, but they were frightened by the beatings and later shut up.

Xu Anan looked at the red embroidery thread stitched on the man's leather bag. It was hidden so deep that no one would notice it but thought it was the thread of clothes.

She stared at the mouse on the ground and said slowly: "I know what happened to the hair. It is estimated that the people in the village who went to the mountains have encountered misfortune and were skinned, and their bodies were thrown into the mouse holes. Therefore, the mouse Only then can you drag out the black hair that smells like corpse."

"Yue Niang used embroidery thread and stuffed rats into these skin bags to pretend that the villagers were still alive. I am afraid that the villagers have started to die one after another two months ago."

Xu Anan is thoughtful and can be easily convinced, and it is exactly what she said.

Yao Zhuoyu still didn't believe in ghosts, so he continued to ask: "Since it was a ghost, how could she make these rat-stuffed people talk and act like normal people?"

Xu Anan looked at the gray sky. The bleak autumn wind rolled up the dead leaves and flew them to Xu Anan's feet. She sighed slightly: "Have you ever heard of shadow puppetry, Mr. Yao? The performers always use strings behind their backs." Holding the puppet she carefully prepared, she can even pull the limbs of the puppet through the strings, making him speak like a normal person."

"And this entire village is where she performs shadow puppet shows. The villagers are her carefully crafted puppets. I'm afraid not more than half are still conscious."

(End of this chapter)