I didn't answer the question.
They could only see the superficial surface, but they didn't know that I had to calculate the time, burial place, and more importantly, these corpses had been suppressed.
Otherwise, it would have been impossible for them to safely carry the coffin up the mountain!
Making money in any industry is not that easy.
Begging for food from the dead, with his head stuck in his waistband.
Returning to the village, these village men got much closer to us, and they all wanted to get close to us.
Some people even asked me, what did Mr. Miao do? Why haven't you returned to the village for so long this time?
I can't answer this question...
On the contrary, Paperman Xu helped me out, telling them not to ask so many questions. What the husband has to do is not that simple. If you know too much, it will be easy to get into trouble.
These villagers immediately fell silent and did not dare to ask any more questions.
About half an hour later, we returned to the end of the village.
At the end of the day, the villagers were sent away and told not to leave their homes again at night.
Those people seemed to know something. After bidding farewell to us, they disappeared quickly.
I estimated the time a little and looked at the moon in the sky. It should be around Hai hour now.
If we look at the time calculated by He Pheasant at that time, the time of Haishi is ten points, which is not a good time to deal with the sneaky and vicious corpse.
It's just that it's not too late, the charnel house is very evil, and the ruined woman who committed suicide is even more evil.
If she stays in the morgue for one more day, the evil will become stronger!
Maybe there will be another chance tonight.
If we wait until tomorrow, I am afraid that even in broad daylight, this ruined and fierce woman will not close her eyes...
With my thoughts at this point, I took the paper Xu and hurriedly walked towards the branch road to the corpse drying room.
When we were on the main road at the end of the village, the moonlight was still cold.
When we took a fork in the road, the coldness became as biting as falling into an ice cave.
The old trees on both sides of the road have gnarled trunks and dark green leaves.
The rustling sound kept lingering in my ears, as if someone was talking, and my ears were itching unbearably.
We walked very slowly for only a few dozen meters, and it took us just a cup of tea to reach the outside of the charnel house.
At this time, in the quiet night sky, the full moon was wrapped in hazy mist, glowing with a blood-red halo, like a bloodshot eyeball, staring directly at me and the paper man Xu, as if we were two intruders. Entrant.
I put away the compass and held the imitation compass tightly in my hands.
Looking into the courtyard, the door of the main room was ajar, with dim candlelight seeping through.
"Yin Yang, stay back." The paper man Xu suddenly said.
He took two steps forward, turned sideways in front of me, bent his forearms, and threw forward hard!
The steel wire shone coldly in the moonlight, and as the paper figurines tugged, two white shadows flashed out from the basket on their backs. These were two paper figurines again!
Accompanied by the sound of wheezing breaking through the air, the man in the paper was thrown directly towards the door of the main room.
The paper man Xu took long strides and headed towards the main room.
I suppressed my racing heart and followed the paper man Xu forward.
During this period, the paper-tied person collided with the door. There was a muffled sound accompanied by a creaking sound, and the door of the main room was pushed open...
There was no wind in the courtyard, but a cold wind blew up from the wheezing ground, and the sobbing sound was like a ghost crying.
In the main room, three candles were lit on the old and crooked wooden table. The candlelight flickered, flickering, as if it would go out at any moment...
The paper man Xu's arms trembled and his fingers fiddled with the wire. The two paper men trembled into the house like puppets on strings.
The two of us followed closely and entered the house. Under the control of Paper Man Xu, Zhizharen had already reached the doorway blocked by the curtain.
The coldness in this room has not only gone up a notch, but even the breath on my eyelashes has condensed into ice beads.
I blinked hard and my vision returned to clarity.
I couldn't help but raise my hand to breathe. The fingers holding the imitation compass were numb.
The paper man Xu frowned, his sharp eyes swept across the room, and once again controlled the paper man to move forward.
But when the two white and yellow paper ties touched the curtain, there was a sudden wheezing sound.
A ball of flame suddenly appeared at the bottom of the paper tie.
The orange flames, with a layer of faint green, quickly grew in size, engulfing the entire Zhizharen.
For a moment, the room was brightly lit by the firelight.
I was frightened, and the paper man Xu also had a livid face.
A small knife appeared in his hand. The tip of the knife flickered, and two steel wires were severed.
Without stopping, he grabbed his back with both hands.
The next moment, he raised his forearm and flicked it again, and two jet-black paper bundles fell to the ground.
The two white paper bundles from before have been completely burned.
The light dimmed again, but the flames of the candles on the wooden table gradually returned to calmness.
The paper man Xu Leng snorted. He stepped forward again, and the black paper tie touched the curtain first.
With a tearing sound, the entire curtain fell to the ground.
But there was an inexplicable tinnitus in my ears.
The plaintive cry suddenly reached my ears, making my head buzz.
I tried my best to calm down and held the imitation compass tightly, not daring to stop because the paper man Xu had already entered the inner room.
I quickly followed, but after entering the house, my heart suddenly sank.
The bed in the house was empty, not to mention the corpse, not even a ghost was visible...
"What the hell. Yin Yang, is that a living corpse?" The paper man Xu's face looked even uglier, and his eyes were full of solemnity and surprise.
My eyelids couldn't help but beat wildly.
But I shook my head decisively: "It's not a living corpse. He committed suicide. He stabbed his heart and died."
"Be careful, don't get hit. If it's not a living corpse, she shouldn't be able to move... This place is still a little weird."
The paper man Xu reminded me while turning his head and scanning around, searching vigilantly.
At this time, I could not imagine where the body would go.
Could it be that someone has been here? Zhou Jie moved the body?
But this makes no sense either emotionally or rationally.
His Feng Shui skills were definitely not as good as Miao Guangyang's, and besides, he was the enemy of this ruined and vicious woman.
If he appears here, he will definitely be killed...
At this moment, the sound of soft footsteps suddenly came from outside the house.
My expression suddenly hardened.
Turning my head suddenly, I looked at the doorway on the other side of the curtain.
Suddenly, a woman in her thirties appeared behind the doorway. Her eyes were empty, her face was dull, but a sinister smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.
And in her hand, she was holding a pair of scissors tightly!
The scissors are rusty and even stained with blood...
I recognized it at a glance. Wasn't this the scissors that Miao Guangyang's wife was holding when she committed suicide?
The woman rushed into the doorway without warning, waved her hand, raised the scissors, and stabbed the paper man Xu through the heart!
