Paper horse incense shop

Chapter 41 Traces
  Thinking about this, I just feel a fire burning in my chest.

A general story line unfolded before my eyes.

check!
  We must find out what happened twenty years ago!
  I held my breath, floated again, left the eaves of this house, and floated to another light room.

Perhaps because I was too eager and failed to control my strength, I actually hit the window of the second house with the light on.

As the paper shook, there was a "bang" sound.

I was startled and hid sideways, hiding my figure in the darkness again.

Fortunately, the sound was quite low, and the people in the house seemed not to hear the movement on the window sill at all.

I waited for more than ten seconds and peeked inside the window. Before I could see anything clearly, what I heard was a shrill scream——

"what!!!"

The sound was much louder than the sound I made when I hit the window just now, and it really shocked me.

When I looked carefully and saw who was in the room, I immediately smiled and narrowed my eyes.

The people in this house are none other than Zhou Laoer's family.

The person screaming in the room was none other than Zhou Wen, who was as thin as a bamboo pole!

At this time, Zhou Wen was lying on the bed with his butt naked, letting his wife apply the dark herbs on his butt, and kept shouting:

"Easy! It hurts!"

"Do you know how to apply medicine? If not, just let me breastfeed you! A stupid woman can't do anything well, and she even let my little cousin run away!"

"I could have made things happen with my little cousin tonight!"

Zhou Wen kept complaining, but Aunt Xiaohong showed no sign of being angry at all:
  "Okay, okay, I'll slow down a little, just slow down a little, don't be angry."

"Your grandma is keeping vigil tonight. She can't help, so just bear with it."

Aunt Xiaohong, who is always arrogant and sharp-tongued outside, is like a boneless clay figure in front of her family, with a submissive demeanor. She doesn't get angry when her son yells at her, but becomes more and more gentle with her hands.

And the place where she applied it with her hand, if I read it correctly, was obviously bitten very deeply by the little devil's head!

Although the little ghost head has no teeth, it has bones, but it is obvious that it has put in the effort to feed.

This resulted in almost half of Zhou Wen's left butt being wrapped in a circle of deep black lines.

Aunt Xiaohong thought that the ointment she made was effective, so she was still applying it diligently.

But I know that those ointments are obviously useless!

It is said in the secret method that special methods must be used to remove Yin Qi. Otherwise, it will spread from the wound to the bone marrow, causing it to slowly rot and produce maggots, making life worse than death!

I thought about what happened last night, and felt happy in my heart. I decided to tell my second uncle and let him leave it alone.

I was thinking to myself, but I heard several more miserable howls with completely different sounds coming from the room, followed immediately by a loud slap.

Zhou Laoer tried his best to slap Aunt Xiaohong in the face, and the crisp sound of the slap resounded throughout the room. He said angrily:

"Easy! Didn't you see what my hands looked like?!"

I looked sideways and was immediately happy.

This time, the black energy on Zhou Lao Er's hands was even stronger than the black energy on Zhou Wen's butt!
  This is obviously not a trace left by gnawing and crawling. If you look closely, it looks like a large water stain spreading.
  The little ghost head was afraid that he was not fighting, so he peed directly on the hand of the second child this week!
  I shouted in my heart that I was happy, and then I heard Aunt Xiaohong say aggrievedly in the room:

"It's already very light. I don't know where that ghost mandrill monster came from. How could it be like this?"

Aunt Xiaohong felt distressed and applied some herbs to her man, but she didn't do it twice before Zhou Laoer pushed him away impatiently: "Okay, go away! It's better to wait for my mother to come back and do it for us two. After all these years , Useless at all, what a waste!”

Aunt Xiaohong didn't dare to reply when she was scolded like this. She only muttered a few times before saying:

"No. It will take a long time to wait for mom to come back. She has to deliver food to the mountainside these days. She just left not long ago."

Zhou Laoer cursed several more times, but I was keenly aware of the keywords:
  'mountainside'

Now that most people have been transferred, they must have a place to go. According to what I observed, most of the people in this village who turn off their lights are single old men living alone.

It was obvious that one person from each family took the abducted women to the 'mountainside'!
  I got the clue and lost interest in the miserable howls in the house from time to time.

After taking in enough breath again, I slowly blew it out. After confirming that the last house with lights on was just an ordinary family of three, I directly stepped into the wind and started searching carefully along the mountains beside Shibi Village.

With so many people turning off their lights, and including the abducted people, there must have been at least twenty people. It was impossible for this group of people to walk together without turning on the night lights.

As long as you find the direction of the light, you can————

Nothing? !

I wandered around the various mountain trails in Shibi Village, but found nothing!
  how so? !

It doesn't make sense. Isn't it possible that they have some authentic or secret roads that are not known to outsiders?

My heart sank slightly, and I immediately changed my mind——

There are few things to see at night, so listen!
  Last night I happened to hear Luna's cry, and then I found the cellar.

In today's large-scale transfer, not everyone will be honest!
  Moreover, it is much quieter at night than during the day. As long as you can hold your breath, you will definitely hear the sound.

I lowered the floating height of the paper man and listened carefully to the sounds in the night.

The night was not as silent as I imagined.

Occasionally there is the howling autumn wind in the air, the rustling of leaves, the sound of crickets chirping at night, the sound of yellow-throated martens running in the forest not far away, and the occasional mooing of oxen.
  Wait, scalper moo? !
  At this point, even the cows should be sleeping. How could there be the noise of scalpers?

I leaned towards the place where the noise came from.

On the dark mountain road, there was only an ox cart moving slowly.

From a distance, the cart seems to be full of things, with three or two people sitting cross-legged in front of the frame.

No wonder I didn’t see the light of the night light just now, these people didn’t mention any lighting tools at all!
  In an instant, I thought of the idiom "The old horse knows the way".

The protruding eyeballs of horses and cows can almost be regarded as half color blindness. Except for the most bright and eye-catching colors, they can only see black and white.

Walking at night, and it's an old road, isn't this Lao Niu's strength?

There must be something wrong, the women in the car who were transferred were designated!
  I figured out the key and flew up immediately.

But when I took a closer look at the contents of the car, I couldn't help but feel disappointed.

What was carried on the cart was not anything else, but cargo boxes with granary stickers printed on them. The cargo boxes were piled full on the board behind the ox cart. At a glance, there were more than ten or twenty of them.

This is completely inconsistent with my original prediction.

Because each box is only one meter long and eighty centimeters wide, which is the size of an adult holding his hands in a circle.

It's hard enough to pretend to be a ten-year-old baby, but it definitely can't fit those women.

　This chapter was written at 11:8 in the morning on November th. When I wrote the part about scalpers, I felt really sad about it.
  　　At this point, even a cow should go to sleep, but the author is still coding and saving manuscripts QAQ
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