The children's cries were so sharp that they covered up the soft knock on the door.

Almost at the same moment, Fang Muzhi threw out the talisman in his hand. Sling didn't even know when he took the talisman in his hand.

A child rushed out of the ancestral hall. He was only as high as his knees, but his screams rang through the sky. He stumbled over the threshold, and while shouting, he did not forget to take a look at the two people outside the ancestral hall. Then he used his hands and feet to go out. He lay down and rushed straight into Siling's arms.

Siling was almost knocked unconscious by the child. At that moment, she almost suspected that she had been attacked by a sheep. Then another person rushed out of the ancestral hall. To be precise, it was another ghost. He stood on tiptoe and blinked. Then disappeared into the night.

According to what Fang Muzhi told her, the one standing on tiptoe like this was obviously a new ghost who had just died. Did Zhang Jiaxing lure them here on purpose?

The candles in the ancestral hall were brightly lit, and two wooden beams read: "A tree has a thousand branches and roots, and a river has a thousand branches." There are also fresh fruits and incense candles on the table, as well as a copy of "Wang's Genealogy." There were no traces of fighting inside the room, and the new ghost was no less panicked than the child.

She touched the child's head and said, "Why didn't you go to the ancestor worship in the village?"

The child's eyes rolled, his mouth flattened and he started sobbing again.

He probably ran out for fun and was afraid of being blamed by his family.

"It's okay, my brother and sister will take you home."

Si Ling knew that Fang Muzhi had no murderous intention. Otherwise, with the golden talisman just now, he could easily beat this new ghost to pieces.

Si Ling promised not to tell his parents about his sneaking out. The child stopped crying instantly and nodded obediently. He seemed to be much more sensible than other naughty children of the same age, and he looked familiar.

"Thank you, sister, for sending me home. Is she my friend?"

…

It was already dark when Si Ling and Fang Muzhi returned to the cabin. I don't know who started the engine, and the light seeped out from the gaps between the wood. It was particularly abrupt in the dark village, as if to give a warning. Something leads the way.

In the room, Zhou Xian'an and Jiang Yu came back to the room and were quarreling over something. Their faces turned red. Seeing Si Ling and Fang Muzhi return, they fell into a strange silence at the same time.

Cheng Ping, Jiang Qingyu and Lu Taoist arrived later, and their faces were not very good. As soon as they entered the door, they looked at the people in the room unkindly and said, "Zhang Jiaxing is dead."

Jiang Yu answered: "I saw it, so what? You can't get out of this ghost village anyway... you are all going to die here, aren't you?"

"Can you tell me more carefully?" Si Ling asked.

"You also saw it, right? The taxi was dismantled, so you got the gasoline back?" Jiang Yu raised one leg and turned to Siling, "The iron shell of the taxi was covered with blood. Gee, that scene. , even if Zhang Jiaxing were a cow, he still wouldn’t survive.”

"Today we saw a man with a very similar build and clothing to Zhang Jiaxing... If he died, then who did we see?"

Jiang Yu was originally the one who advocated staying, but now she was more eager to leave than anyone else, "We walked to the subway station, but we couldn't get out of there. There is no subway, so we can still walk along the tunnel. Go back to this stop."

Weren't they trapped from the beginning? Nothing will change if they get back on the subway.

"How about, let's talk about it. Why should we destroy the positive and negative four-dimensional array of the wooden house?" Lu Mang lowered his head, with a hint of ridicule in his words, "Who wants to put something in?"

"The two people from the Eight Great Families won't get along with us for no reason, right? What about those two? They don't seem to be students who were accidentally killed. They majored in forensic medicine? Then why not come with me to the scene and have a look. How do you explain such a situation?

Can the servant survive?" Jiang Qingyu crossed his arms and leaned against the door, alert to see if anyone was going to take action.

The generator roared, and the chandelier in the room attracted a few moths, casting trembling and mottled reflections in the tense room.

Fang Muzhi leaned against the wall, his heart like a tight rubber band. From his angle, he could see Jiang Qingyu's body language about to take action, "Aren't we all trapped here now? There will be no internal fighting.

What’s the result? Why don’t you tell me what you think about this case?”

The first person to speak was Zhou Xian'an, who had been silent. He looked exactly like the two people when Si Ling first met him. Although his clothes had not changed, it seemed that he no longer had that sense of ostentation.

"I support not fighting internal conflicts. As for the disappearance, I think it was planned by people in the village. Maybe there were some Taoist priests behind the murder. Aren't you three investigating? Are there no suspects?"

He paused, "Also, don't you think there are many strange things besides the case?"

Si Ling felt that this was the most correct thing Zhou Xian'an had said in a long time.

"Since everyone is talking openly, let me also provide some clues. On the ghost car that sent us here, there was a ghost missing in the third carriage." Jiang Yu kept staring at Siling while speaking, "There is also a ghost.

Yes, didn’t you intentionally leave your schoolbag in the carriage?”

"That's true. I think there's something wrong with that thing, so I can naturally throw it away. Isn't your wooden sword also missing? I have no reason to be enemies with everyone, I just don't want to increase internal friction."

Si Ling did not go on to say that there was also the helmet that Taoist Lu had hidden under the seat, and the fake watch that Fang Muzhi couldn't explain. From this point of view, Zhou Xian'an was the only one of the five people in the car who didn't have any weird objects.

Although the three of them, Cheng Ping, haven't found anything particularly weird yet, how the three of them got there is the biggest doubt in itself.

"I don't recommend suspecting your own people first. Secretary Wang and the children were also coming in and out today. Or there are others we didn't see. The reason why Zhang Jiaxing is not missing is because the crime scene was clearly revealed.

Let's see. It's possible that the opponent is already confident, but we have no clue..." Cheng Ping said as he stood up and walked around, rubbing his chin with his right hand. Siling didn't remember Cheng Ping making such strange little moves. Until he

At the moment when his back was turned to the window, his index finger made a silent gesture to everyone on his lips.

The glass behind Cheng Ping reflects the scene in the room because of the light in the room. But if you pay a little attention, you will find a pair of green eyes in the lower right corner of the window.
Chapter completed!