ghost craftsman

Chapter 354 Four Gates (23)

After throwing up for half a minute, I felt a little better. I slowly raised my head and looked towards the chicken coop.

But seeing, the room in front of him is full of chicken feathers, making the whole room smoky, and on those chicken feathers, there are faint bloodstains, and the bright red blood is attached to the chicken feathers, making people's eyes shrink.

I took a deep breath and looked towards the room again, only to find that the chicken coop was placed near the window in the room. Strictly speaking, the chicken coop was no longer a chicken coop, but a small hell.

An old hen without feathers is lying in the coop. The head and body of the chicken have been separated, and some traces can be seen vaguely at the position of the chicken head, as if it was cut alive by some sharp object. It is evil. What's more, there was no blood on the chicken head, but on the contrary, there was blood coming out of the chicken body continuously.

In all honesty, when chickens are slaughtered to worship gods on weekdays, the chicken blood usually overflows from the chicken head, but this time, the chicken head was very clean, without any trace of blood.

What the hell is going on.

I murmured, and looked at Dingqing again, and found that the chicken coop had become a sea of ​​blood, and occasionally a few old hens would twitch.

At this moment, Cheng San pulled me, I turned my head and asked him, "What's wrong?"

He raised his hand and pointed towards the chicken cage, trembling, "Xiao Chuanzi, look to the left."

I looked along the place where his finger was, and I was completely stunned. There was an old hen resting on the place of his finger. At first glance, the old hen was no different from other old hens. There are some white bugs wriggling on the body.

My expression froze, and I called out to the trembling village chief, "Village chief, please find an iron catalpa."

As for why we need a shovel, the reason is that the chicken coop is made of bamboo. From the perspective of the five elements, bamboo belongs to wood, and these old hens died of wood, so they naturally have to use metal to fiddle with it. After all, gold beats wood!

The village chief didn't seem to hear me. He didn't come back to his senses until I yelled three or four times, "What did you say?"

I repeated what I said earlier.

Hearing this, he said tremblingly, "Okay, I'll go get it right away!"

After that, he turned around and walked outside, probably because he was frightened by the scene just now, so he walked less than three steps. He turned around and almost fell down. Stopped him and said softly: "Are you okay!"

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said falteringly, "No...it's okay."

I hummed and told him to be careful.

Soon, the village chief walked over, and only Cheng San and I were left in the room. Cheng San was an old Jianghu, and he just frowned at the situation before him, and didn't show any expression of fear. , which made me very curious, so I asked him, "Brother Cheng, you seem to be used to this kind of scene?"

He turned his head to look at me, and said with a smile: "Xiao Chuanzi, as a member of the Eighth Office, what we see and hear is naturally richer than ordinary people, and that's why our knowledge is naturally more than ordinary people. I don’t know how many times I’ve seen scenes like this one, but the scariest thing is that I once saw a hairless rooster standing on a person’s shoulder dripping with blood, crowing non-stop.”

Hairless cock?

I was startled, and subconsciously looked towards the chicken coop, only to find that the chicken coop was full of old hens, as if I didn't see any roosters at all.

This is not right!

According to the habit of raising chickens in the countryside, one or two roosters will be raised more or less, which can be regarded as a male and female match!
However, there was no rooster in the cage at all.

Could it be that the whole village head didn't raise them?

As soon as I thought of this, I didn't ask, but I thought I'd wait for the village head to come and ask again, so I looked at Cheng San and asked, "Why is the rooster hairless?"

He smiled wryly, "At that time, some people said that it was pulled out alive, and some people said that it was pulled out by something. As for the truth, there is no word yet, but the weird thing is , the rooster stood on that person in a daze and lived for three months without dying. The most evil thing is that during these three months, no matter what method was used, the rooster could never be taken off, as if someone had used strong glue It's like sticking to your shoulders."

After thinking about it for a while, I asked him, "How did you manage to get the rooster down after it died?"

He smiled, "It's strange to say that after the rooster died, it fell off for no reason. By the way, the condition of the rooster at that time was exactly the same as that of these old hens. It didn't have any chicken feathers. It's just that the rooster had a head. The chicken has no head."

Hearing this, I took a deep look at him, and originally wanted to ask him about the follow-up, but at this moment, the village head came over.

This time, he had something extra in his hand, not the iron catalpa I mentioned, but a thick steel bar with a pointed end and a round end.

I know this thing. We usually use this thing when blasting stones in our village. I forgot what it’s called, but it doesn’t matter much, because I just used this thick steel bar to fiddle with the old hen.

At that moment, I took the thick steel bar from him, and subconsciously asked, "All village chiefs, don't you have roosters in your family?"

He was startled, and looked at me suspiciously, "Why do you ask that?"

I raised my hand and pointed towards the chicken coop, "These are all old hens!"

Hearing what I said, he quickly looked over to the chicken coop, frowned, and tremblingly said: "That's not right, my family has a rooster!"

I frowned, and said in a deep voice: "May I ask, how many chickens have you raised in total, how many are old hens, and how many are roosters?"

Without even thinking about it, he quickly said, "27 old hens and six roosters."

Hearing this, I roughly counted the chicken heads in the coop, and it was exactly 27. In other words, the six roosters disappeared.

Where the hell did those cocks go?

I muttered, and quickly looked over at Cheng San, and then thought of what he said earlier, the rooster standing on the shoulder of a person, which made my heart sink like iron, I thought that Cheng San was just talking casually, but Now it seems that Cheng San seems to know something.

When Cheng San saw me staring at him, he smiled at me and said, "Xiao Chuanzi, don't look at me, I don't know anything, I advise you, instead of wondering where those cocks went, it's better to look at the roosters. What's the matter with the old hen?"

I took a deep look at him and didn't speak. I took the thick steel bar in my hand and slowly moved towards the chicken coop. Come together.

(End of this chapter)