Then, he suddenly closed his eyes, pointed out a few directions, and said: "You each go over there to search. There will be villagers among them. If there is danger, I will take action." Although I don't know why Liu Yu cursed Pointing in those directions, one of them is exactly where the village chief’s house is, and Chen Xiaopang should be there!
Taking a deep breath, I pointed in that direction and said I would go there.
I also noticed that Zhang Er was squatting on the ground, and there was a piece of paper on the ground. He was sketching the plan of entering the village on it. He was already analyzing the current situation of the village.
I was so distracted by Chen Xiaopang's incident that I ignored this point.
"I will watch you here, but Luo Shiliu, you still have to be careful. The atmosphere in this village is too dead and dangerous."
Being able to make Liu Yushu say it was dangerous made me feel even more terrified.
The other Taoist priests obviously trusted Liu Yushu unconditionally, and without saying a word, they dispersed in those directions to find the remaining villagers.
I took a deep breath, nodded and said thank you, and walked directly towards the village chief's house.
Blind Chen naturally followed behind me, but Zhang Er did not get up, he was still drawing.
After about a few minutes, we arrived outside the courtyard of the village chief’s house.
The night sky was covered with a thin layer of white mist, and the hook-like moon loomed, turning into a ghost moon.
When I pushed open the door of the village chief's house, I shouted loudly, "Little Fatty!" Brother Sixteen is here, come out quickly!
As a result, the only response I received was an echo.
The yard could not be said to be empty. There were four coffins in total. These coffins were all set up on three long bamboo stools, and the coffin lids were tightly closed.
The dark coffin gave off a sense of depression.
There is also an old peach tree with a crooked neck planted in the yard. When the wind blows, the branches sway slightly.
I called Xiaopang again, but there was still no response...
"Since Liu Yushu has spoken, he must be here, but there is something strange in this room. Are those coffins?" Blind Chen raised his hand and pointed, and I nodded immediately.
"There is a corpse in the coffin. The corpse should have no soul. Zhang Er took it all away in the blood-stained clothes. There should be no danger to these, but it is best not to keep them for a long time. Uncle Chen is waiting in the yard. Go and find him. He may After passing out, ordinary people can't last long in such a gloomy place, especially a child."
"Sure." I immediately followed the room next to me, opened the door and started looking for it.
I searched the firewood room, utility room, kitchen, main room, and several bedrooms, but found no trace of Fatty Chen.
When I found the last small room on the right side of the main room, as soon as I opened the door, there was an unpleasant smell of incense candles.
It stands to reason that with candles burning in the room, one can see more clearly than outside with only moonlight.
However, the incense candle burned too much smoke, which actually dimmed the light.
Vaguely, I heard a murmuring voice: "Those who died of tuberculosis on the second, 12th, 23rd, or 23rd day of the lunar month should have their thresholds cut off for funerals." This voice was a bit childish, a bit like Chen Xiaopang's, But there is a difference.
And what he said was a bit weird... It didn't sound like anything Chen Xiaopang could say. This was the rule of sending someone to death. There is this paragraph in the Zhajing, which is called Tianyueri.
As the name implies, someone dies on the second, twelfth, and twenty-third days of every month. Or because of tuberculosis, the family would have to cut off the threshold and send someone to mourn.
I waved my arm to disperse the smoke in front of me and called Chen Xiaopang again.
And I walked toward the house.
The room was not big, so I quickly walked to the inner wall and there was a bed next to it. Sitting on the bed was a chubby boy. His back was straight, but his head hung down like a neck. It seems to be stretched.
This action seems a bit weird, more like an old man. Is Chen Xiaopang looking at me walking in like this?
Although I felt a little uncomfortable, I was relieved to see that Chen Xiaopang was still safe.
"Little Fatty, follow Brother Sixteen." I waved, but I felt guilty in my heart.
Chen Xiaopang didn't get out of bed, and then I saw that he was still holding something in his hand.
In his left hand is a man carved from wood, and there are two small wood carvings scattered on the ground. In his right hand is a carving knife, and the carving knife is slightly gesticulating in mid-air.
Suddenly, Fatty Chen smiled coldly. This smile made my heart tremble...
"What day is today?" Chen Xiaopang suddenly asked.
The tone of his voice was even more strange, with an air of old age.
I frowned, feeling vaguely alert.
Could it be that Fatty Chen is haunted?
Just looking at his eyes, there wasn't much change...
If there is a collision, his expression and facial expression will change. I tried my best to find if he looked a bit like Li Yinyang, but I still couldn't find any similarities.
I slowly walked closer to the bed, ready to forcefully take Fatty Chen out.
At this moment, Chen Xiaopang suddenly asked again, "Aren't you going to take me out? Don't you know what day it is today?" I was very wary, but I still didn't answer.
At this point I was already walking to the bed.
Chen Xiaopang suddenly shook his head and said: "Today is Guyu, the fifth day of the third month, the year of Wuxu, the month of Bingchen and the day of Renwu, so it is suitable for burial."
"At noon, white chickens, peach kernels, noodle chickens, bluestones, rehmannia glutinosa and mulberry branches are used for the tomb. It is auspicious to enter the tomb."
My vigilance became even stronger, because what Chen Xiaopang said was becoming more and more profound. It turned out to be the content of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Amulet for Collapse and Sudden Death. It is already a profound content in the otaku scriptures.
Chen Xiaopang... has definitely come into contact with Li Yinyang.
In other words, how could Fatty Chen have the ability to find Li Yinyang... I'm afraid what Shen Ji said to me happened.
After Li Yinyang's corpse was broken, it spread so quickly...
Even if Chen Xiaopang didn't cause trouble, something more terrible must have happened to him for him to know these things.
I took out an imitation compass in my hand. I stopped saying anything and took a sudden step forward. The imitation compass went directly towards Little Fatty Chen's head!
The carving knife in Chen Xiaopang's hand suddenly pierced the wooden figure in his left hand.
I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest. The pain made me look pale. I couldn't hold back a scream and fell to my knees on the ground, clutching my chest tightly.
The pain made my eyes red, my throat made an uncontrollable roaring sound, and it was extremely uncomfortable, and I couldn't breathe smoothly.
"The day is wrong. If today was the twenty-two, I would let you die a good death. Unfortunately, it is twenty-two. You will die of tuberculosis so that you can go to mourning."
Chen Xiaopang walked down from the bed. He came to me and raised his hand to grab the cloth belt on my shoulder.
This cloth belt is exactly the one used to hang the long wooden box of the golden abacus!
