From Jiu Shu's world

Chapter 215

The thing ran away temporarily, and Henry Zhang had no choice but to turn around and go to fight the fire first.

The flames ignited by that black shadow were not special, but it seemed that a lot of dry firewood and hay had been piled up in these houses, which would be waiting for Henry Zhang or someone he expected to come and burn them all.

Henry Zhang's meeting is a bit clearer, I am afraid that after the old lunatic escaped from the village, the black shadow thought of this moment.

But thanks to Henry Zhang’s flying-winged ice silkworms, the cold mist flew in the air and sprayed out continuously, which first lowered the temperature, and then turned into rain, extinguishing the raging fire in Fengxia Village by seven or eight points.

Henry Zhang, the remaining little fire, sent the blood-eating locusts together to put out the fire, and swarmed up to extinguish the flame.

From the late midnight to the dawn, the flames were finally extinguished, but the ghost was clearly well prepared, the Fengxia Village was already a piece of scorched black soil, all the roofs were burnt out, and the billowing smoke kept coming bravely.

If it is a spared house, then I am afraid that only the one Henry Zhang lives in. It seems that what the black shadow said is correct. If it does not come out, then nothing will happen, but the villagers in this village are dead. If it's alive, then I don't know.

Henry Zhang’s eyes fell on the villagers lying on the stage and the open space in front of the stage. After the black shadows were repelled, they all fell unconscious on the ground one after another.

"Master Zhang Zhang, are they all dead?!"

Suddenly, Huang Fu ran over behind Henry Zhang. He was staying in this house. Although he was frightened, he was still safe and sound. Don't leave the house when something happens, unless there are spirit insects leading the way.

So he covered his head with a quilt, stuck a golden bell amulet on his body, and came out tremblingly until the fire light weakened, but as soon as he came out, he saw this "corpse" lying on the ground, and he was so frightened that he thought Henry Zhang was killing demons and ghosts together with him. The villagers were not rescued either.

Henry Zhang glanced at him and said: "No, but they are very weak, you go get a basin of water, I will be useful later."

Henry Zhang also made a rough idea of ​​the situation of the villagers one by one at this time. They all have red ropes attached to their feet. Half a year and three to five years, it is physically weak and sick, and minor illnesses are probably inevitable.

But for Henry Zhang, this is a blessing in misfortune. So many people are possessed, and the black shadow keeps saying that it is retribution. I am afraid that the reason for the black shadow has something to do with Fengxia Village. It is not difficult to find it, the clue is in this villager.

Huang Fu went to the old man Jia's room to fetch a basin of water, walked to Henry Zhang's side, and said, "Mr. Zhang, here you are."

Henry Zhang took the basin of water, took out a elixir and melted it in the water. This elixir is for strengthening vitality and replenishing qi, which is just right for these weak villagers.

When the elixir entered the water, it melted instantly. At this time, Henry Zhang took out three or four yellow talismans, lit them, burned them to ashes and put them in the water, stirred them slightly, and said to Huang Fu: "Brother Huang, you and I , feed this talisman water to the villagers, and they will be fine in a while."

Huang Fu nodded, didn't say much, and went to two small bowls, one bowl of water for each person, and began to feed the villagers with talisman water.

There were men, women and children in the villagers, but there were not many of them. There were tens of hundreds of people. The two of them were busy for a while, and finally finished feeding the talisman water when the sun was rising.

As soon as the sun shone, the temperature warmed up, and the villagers gradually woke up, but as soon as the vat woke up, the crying sounded first, and after a while, one after another, on this stage, crying became one piece.

"Cough cough" the old man Jia in front of Henry Zhang also came over now, she glanced at the scorched room around, sighed, tears in her eyes, but she has experienced a lot when she is old, but Instead of crying, he bowed deeply to Henry Zhang.

He said: "Old man, thank you sir for saving your life."

Henry Zhang wanted to ask about the situation of these villagers, but the first sentence the old man woke up made him think of something, I am afraid that when they were possessed, they could still hear and see, but it was him Nothing can be done.

Old man Jia saw Henry Zhang's stunned expression, and said: "Sir, it seems that I guessed it too, alas. Although we can't move, we can hear and see. That thing lets us act and watch with them every night, which will be more It was a big fire, and this is all retribution."

Another sound of retribution, Henry Zhang couldn't help but glanced at the old man, took out the piece of paper he picked up just now, handed it to the old man Jia, and asked, "Old man, what is the origin of this black shadow, tell me about it .”

Old man Jia sighed deeply, helped up a fallen horizontal chair, and said, "It's a long story, sir, sit down and listen to me slowly."

Henry Zhang helped the old man to sit down, and he also picked up a horizontal chair and sat down. Then the old man Jia said with a sense of regret: "Do you know how our Fengxia Village got its name?"

He asked and answered by himself, as if he was talking about old things, this question opened up the conversation, he said: "In fact, our Fengxia Village should be called Fengxialou, and Fengxialou was decades ago. There are many experts in shadow puppetry on the rivers and lakes. The first-hand shadow puppetry is lifelike. Those dainty people are singing by my side."

Old man Jia first praised the troupe of shadow puppetry, but it was a pity that Zhang Xuansheng was young and had never heard of it, but Huang Fu who was on the side seemed to have heard of it.

But just after the boast was over, the old man changed the subject and taunted himself, saying, "Hmph, who knows, before this reputation became so famous, the old man was still a shabby team that couldn't even afford to eat."

He said, and then asked: "Do you know, sir, how the wind came down the stairs?"

Henry Zhangdao: "Could it be related to this incident?"

The old man nodded, with a sad look, and said: "It is this time that fortune has caused disaster. The original troupe leader of Fengxialou, that is, my father, he suffered from the fact that he couldn't sell his shadow puppetry skills. I don't know why. I was fascinated by ghosts, where did I hear that the shadow puppets made of human skin will have spirituality, and when they sing, they are lifelike."

Henry Zhang's eyes froze, and he asked, "Why, did he kill people and take their skin?"

Hearing this, the old man was stunned for a moment, and smiled wryly: "How dare a little craftsman kill someone? He took off a piece of human skin from his forearm, made a pair of butterflies, and put them in a shadow puppet show. Let’s try it. Who would have known that this trial turned out to be an unexpected harvest. That day, many children suddenly came to the stage, and they all watched the whole shadow puppet show intently.”

The old man paused for a moment and continued: "My father, seeing this situation, stepped off the stage after the play and asked, 'Children, you don't usually like to watch this shadow play, why did you come to see it today.' How does the child reply?

The children said, 'Today, the butterfly is alive. '"

"Father was happy and scared when he heard that, but people, if they are poor and crazy, they are not afraid of anything. That night, he went straight to the mass grave with a shovel and a hoe on his shoulder."

The old man sighed, and then said: "First it was dead human skin, and later he found that dead human skin is not durable, easy to break, and difficult to clean up. He spent a lot of money to buy live human skin in the countryside, and male horns bought male skin. Girls are the ones who buy female roles, and in those days, many people starved to death, and if they had money to save their lives, many people sold that piece of skin.”

"There are more and more roles, the plays are getting better and better, and the name of Fengxialou is getting louder and louder, but the things made of human skin have spirituality, but the evil nature is even more powerful. Suddenly one day, finally it is still problem occurs."

(End of this chapter)