Siling felt as if all the blood in her body had been drained. She pretended to turn her head away casually, forcing herself not to stare into those eyes. A heart in her chest was about to jump out. What was peeking out of the window? When was it there? Or has it been observing somewhere these days?

"I'm sleepy. Let's go to bed early. We can't go out anyway, so why don't we talk tomorrow." She yawned. The light in the room was too bright, and other people might not be able to see those eyes. But if you turn off the light, no matter what It is more beneficial to them to hide or to fight back.

"I'm going to turn off the engine." Si Ling tried to control herself not to look in the direction of the window.

The engine was at the back of the wooden house, and you could go directly through the back door of the kitchen. She was not very afraid that those eyes would suddenly attack her, and she was even a little bit looking forward to it.

There was no way out of the village, and there was no progress in the case. It was too painful to just wait quietly for unknown monsters to kill them one by one. If it could be easier, she would rather be the bait than Be a trapped animal in a cage.

"I'll go." A slender hand with clear bones pressed on Si Ling's shoulder, and Fang Muzhi walked straight into the kitchen. Just as she was about to catch up, the wooden door in the room opened with a creak.

"Hey, haven't you slept yet?" Under the light, Secretary Wang's face showed an obvious cunning that could not be concealed, like a weasel entering the chicken coop. His eyes slowly passed over the people in the room one by one. , seven, one more, and then he smiled: "Today's ancestor worship ceremony did not go well, so we should try not to leave the village again..."

The lights in the room went out with a "pop" sound.

Taking advantage of the last roar of the engine, Siling lowered his body and pounced at Secretary Wang with all his strength. Although Secretary Wang was a middle-aged man, he was thin. Siling felt that he was caught off guard and had used his body again. With all the weight, it shouldn't be a problem to restrain Secretary Wang immediately. As for the reason, she can explain it slowly.

But she didn't even have time to hug him, and flew out at a strange angle, followed by a dull pain in her shoulder...

Secretary Wang and the ghost in the ancestral hall were dressed exactly the same, even the stain on the back of the suit was the same. "Secretary Wang is not a human!" She originally did not intend to take responsibility for what she blurted out, and she was not anxious about the misunderstanding or the truth. But this sentence will definitely make Cheng Ping take action.

Unexpectedly, the first person stimulated by these words was Secretary Wang himself. He was surprisingly strong, and the three grown men Cheng Ping, Lu Taoist, and Jiang Qingyu could not hold him down for a while.

Taoist Lu missed a single hit and immediately got up from the ground and began to set up his formation.

With one against two, Secretary Wang became visibly relaxed. Suddenly he strangled Jiang Yu's neck with his elbow.

In just a moment, the advantage of being the first mover was gone, and the situation took a turn for the worse. Sling's head hit the corner of the table hard, and the world suddenly turned on mute. It seemed like someone was dragging her back, and her arm was painful from being pulled...

She thought that Fang Muzhi really didn't know how to care about women, so she reached out to pat him, but what she touched was warm and sticky blood.

"You are hurt?"

Si Ling felt that she moved her mouth, but she didn't know if she made any sound. The scene in front of her was like slow motion.

——Zhou Xian'an was struggling to drag her back. His coat, which looked hard and shiny, was still spotless, but his exposed arms were covered in blood.

Didn't he go to the subway station with Jiang Yu during the day? When was he injured? Why didn't he say anything?

If he doesn't care about Jiang Yu, why is he dragging her here?

Zhou Xian'an frowned and didn't know what he was talking about, but it seemed that he was extremely anxious. Realizing that Si Ling couldn't hear, he started to gesture with his hands.

Si Ling looked at him and pointed at his head, and then made a gesture of wiping his neck. Zhou Xian'an may have too much imagination, and Si Ling couldn't keep up with his thoughts.

A wooden house is not as strong as a brick house. It is unwise to make such a big noise in the dead of night. Did Zhou Xian'an know something else? What did he want to say to himself?

Just when the tinnitus gradually subsided and she finally felt like she had breathed a sigh of relief, a golden talisman flew out of her head.

It's Fang Muzhi.

'Why are you here!' As soon as this unreasonable emotion emerged, Si Ling was sensitively aware of it. She straightened her emotions like she was correcting an iron tool, "He is very strong, don't confront him head-on."

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"——I will forget..."

What? What will you forget?

When he came back to his senses, Si Ling found that he was half-kneeling next to Zhou Xian'an. His eyes were wide open, and his pupils had dilated. Unlike most corpses Si Ling had seen, his expression was not ferocious and fearful. He was as peaceful as if his remains had been sorted out.

…

here we go again.

What did she forget again?

Jiang Yu, who was also kneeling next to Zhou Xian'an, suddenly laughed out loud. She put her hand on Zhou Xian'an's eyes, as if she was recalling a very funny thing, and said at a very slow speed: "Since you said that, I will repeat it again."

It's done once. Zhou Xian'an said... he said... you will all die here, oh, no, one person will survive. Uh, just one person will survive..."

Jiang Yu giggled and was out of breath. She rubbed her eyes and said, "I laughed so much that I cried." She seemed to be really happy, and she seemed to be stimulated by Zhou Xian'an's death.

Si Ling wanted to hold her hand, but what came from his palm was a biting coldness. Jiang Yu's eyes turned white, and his face gradually turned cold, "Giggle, giggle, I am the one who destroyed Taoist Lu's formation!"

What are you thinking? Zhou Xian'an still wants to hold you before he dies? Why? Why are you?!"

Si Ling wanted to tell Jiang Yu that she had never been unclear with Zhou Xian'an from the beginning to the end, but in the end she just moved her lips in vain. She knew that these words were not comforting to Jiang Yu. Jiang Yu needed a place to vent his emotions.

A ghost also needs comfort, right?

Her vision went dark, and before a biting chill came, Siling smelled the faint aroma of lilac. Fang Muzhi stood in front of her.

Jiang Yu finally just passed through the two bodies lightly and disappeared into the night silently.

"It was Jiang Yu who took care of Secretary Wang." Jiang Qingyu's voice was muffled. He sat on a broken chair and put one hand on his forehead.

Cheng Ping walked over, squeezed his shoulder, and breathed a long sigh of relief, "Fang Muzhi just made a sound isolation array, so there shouldn't be any more problems tonight. But now we have two more corpses. Secretary Wang's death is unconfirmed.

I can't even prove that he is possessed by a ghost. The villagers..."

"No need to explain. Let's think about how to survive." Si Ling took off Secretary Wang's coat. There were large stains of dried blood on his back.
Chapter completed!