the last priest

Not to mention how many people know that this muntjac is quite evil, but he is indeed not afraid of anything like a prickly person, but being brave doesn't mean anything, and those who should come to the door will still come to the door.

Sure enough, this group of ruffians skinned and boiled the fat prey that night. After talking about the sea and drinking, the eldest brother couldn't recognize the second brother.

The next day, the news that the stabbing head had died spread everywhere in the village.

The next morning, it was time for Cha Wenbin to prepare for Chen to be put into the soil, but before Cha Wenbin arrived, he saw several layers of people surrounded in front of the ancestral hall. Dude, half a village is here.

Dashan and Chaozi pushed away the crowded crowd, and everyone saw that it was Cha Wenbin who came, and they all consciously made way for them before stepping into the gate, thinking that this was really bad.

It turned out that last night, the last person to leave the ancestral hall was Cha Wenbin, and he remembered to close the gate tightly.Besides, this kind of thing was being done in such a place, and he really never thought that someone would break in in the middle of the night.

Who is it? That prickly head, the prickly old lady is lying on the ground crying for her father and mother, with such vigor, she can't wait to rush up and lift off the coffin board, and she keeps yelling to let Chen Fang and Xiaodie Pay back her son's life.

What is going on here?

A few frightened little ruffians were trembling by the side of the haystack at this moment, covering their faces with their hands, as if they were terrified.

Under the reminder of others, Chao Zi took the lead to enter the room in the west wing. There was a noose on the beam in the middle, and there was a person hanging from the noose. This person was the stab head.

Chaozi retreated silently, and reported the situation inside to Cha Wenbin, who also frowned.It's true that Xiaodie was wronged and died as a ghost, but she was married in the dark yesterday, even if there was a big evil spirit, she should have gone away with the incense stick last night.Furthermore, Xiaodie is a weak woman, her aura is not lethal, he felt that there must be something strange about this matter.

First, let the people in the village take down the already stiff corpse of the thorn head. His old mother refused to take the dead body home no matter what, saying that he was killed here, and the people here must give an explanation.

Who do you have to talk to?Looking for Fluttershy?I'm afraid Xiaodie is willing to talk to you, old lady, you dare not talk to her!

Soon someone noticed the strangeness. Someone found a pair of earrings in the hands of the prickly head. Everyone in the village recognized this pair of earrings. They were the betrothal gift given to Xiaodie by Cha Wenbin yesterday for Chen Fang. It was placed in a red cloth bag in front of Xiaodie's coffin, and it was planned to be put into it when Xiaodie's coffin was opened today.

The news that the stabbing head came to steal the things used by the dead and then was killed quickly spread in this small ancestral hall.In addition, the things that they do on a daily basis are really unpopular, like rats crossing the street, many people are still applauding secretly in their hearts.

When this thorny old woman heard others say that about her son, her old face became more and more unbearable. She was angry, hated, annoyed, and sad. She was struggling to bump into Xiaodie's coffin. live.

Although this Cha Wenbin is not from our village, he is indeed the person in charge of this matter. Seeing such a big mess, it would be impossible not to intervene. The old lady at the head carried it out of the ancestral hall like a chicken, and then said: "Which family is related to her, take it back first and take care of it."

Where is the thorn-headed old woman willing to go? She scolded Cha Wenbin for being an accomplice, and begged Cha Wenbin to avenge his son. In the end, the village chief couldn't stand it anymore and sent someone to drag her away forcibly went back.

When this thorn head died, there was a terrified expression on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were wide open, but anyone who died like this must have encountered something extremely unimaginable during his lifetime.There are not many scars on his body, except for the faint purple circle around his neck caused by strangulation marks, there are more candle oil on his face and burns on his hands.

Cha Wenbin immediately grabbed those ruffians on the ground, and all they could say were "Damn it, damn it" and so on.

When people are extremely nervous, they will fall into a short-term nervous breakdown state, which is what happened to these ruffian brothers now.They are usually slutty, but now they look like they've peed their pants.

There were still a lot of onlookers in the yard, and Cha Wenbin also called the family members of these ruffians together, and everyone found a fairly clean side room, and a fire was lit, and Cha Wenbin took out another fire from his arms. The red sandalwood censer came and put something in it. After a while, the whole room smelled of fragrance. Only then did the ruffians recover a little bit, and began to stammer and restore what happened last night.

It is said that the prickly head went back to eat the meat, drank some more wine, and immediately made a decision: "Go get the tombstone right now, so as not to have to dig someone's coffin later, no matter what, that lunatic Chen Fang is also from the same village! "

"Brother Stab, I'm afraid, I'm afraid it's not good?" a ruffian said.

The stab head didn't know if he had drunk too much alcohol, or if he was in the right place, he slapped the little ruffian on the head and cursed: "I'm not afraid of digging people's ancestral graves, I can use this little pocket money to help them get rid of disasters in the future. So as not to suffer again!"

In this way, this group of people took advantage of the night to reach the outside of the ancestral hall.

This place is very crowded on weekdays, let alone on a special day like today.When the people came here, looking at the words "囍" pasted on the gate, they all woke up more than half of the wine, and everyone held back the thorns, trying to persuade him that he really can't do this, it's too shameful.

But the thorny head just refused to listen, and with a "bang", the door was kicked open by him.

There was a gloomy wind, and the room was full of white flags, blowing and stirring. The group of people nestled at the door did not dare to go in, but the stab head walked in like a normal person, striding in.

He knew where those artifacts were placed, so his direction was not wrong, people outside only saw that Jitou stood still in front of Xiaodie's coffin for a long time.

Then he began to stroke his hair continuously, just like the action of a woman combing her hair, her body was also different from before, with a graceful feminine taste, and became curvy.

Then, they saw the prickly head repeating an action similar to washing his face. After a long time, this action was still going on.

The ruffians outside began to feel that something was wrong, so they were going to go in and pull him home.

After entering the door, they heard a woman laughing idiotically, this laughter was a bit creepy.The feet of the ruffians immediately froze. They didn't know whether to continue walking or escape immediately, as if the parts below the calf were no longer listening to themselves.

But in reality, there is no longer any time for them to continue thinking about their own fate.

The thorn head moved, an extremely charming turn around, fingers curled up like orchids and rested on the base of his ears, the waistline wanted to be twisted before he would give up.

What kind of expression is this that can only be accepted by people? I'm afraid no one will accept it. Is this still a stab?

Apparently, he couldn't recognize it anymore, because this person's face was covered with a thick layer of white candle oil. Just now, he kept grabbing the newly melted candle oil and then kept applying it on his face. What's even more weird is that he hasn't forgotten to light a fake red dragon and phoenix candle, and use the burnt red wax as rouge.

This guy uses white candles for foundation and red candles for rouge. When a few ruffians watched his hands being burned by the hot candle oil, they still smiled charmingly, and everyone collapsed immediately. .

But when they turned around and tried to run again, they found that the door kicked open by the thorn had been closed.

The more people are at this time, the easier it is to be in a hurry, and a few big men can't open this door together.

Desperation and infinite fear permeated everyone's hearts. They looked at the thorny head in that enchanting dress, and finally he picked up the pair of earrings, but the thorny head didn't go through the ear hole. Where did he wear this thing? superior?

In this way, they saw the stabbing head slowly walking towards the west wing, where a woman once committed suicide by hanging herself.

No one dares to stop it, and no one dares to look at it. When the fear reaches a certain level, it will only make people instinctively protect themselves. This is how it can scare people to death!

After hearing these narrations, Zha Wenbin was also shocked. Could it be that Xiaodie really did it?Although he was 1 unwilling to believe that Xiaodie would take someone's life, but now it seems that this is probably a state of a female ghost taking her life.

Chaozi looked at these rats without any sympathy, and asked, "What else did you do before?"

"I didn't do anything, I just hid in the back mountain to watch things." A ruffian stammered.

Chaozi lifted his collar and asked fiercely, "Does it look good?"

"It looks good, no, it doesn't look good."

Cha Wenbin firmly believed that Xiaodie would not do such a thing, so he said: "Okay, this matter is a bit strange, I have to figure it out."

This group of people began to be picked up by the family one after another, and one of the ruffians said: "By the way, we also caught a muntjac in the back mountain, and Brother Stinghead stoned him to death."

It was this sentence that made many old people present tremble, thinking: You can also touch this thing. . . . . .