"It's good." The old lady narrowed her eyes and said, "Are you leaving so early? Stay for lunch."

"No, no, my friend is waiting for us."

"Oh." She nodded coldly, "Let's go."

After saying that, she ignored it and turned around and left with a crutch.

I stood there and watched the old lady leave. The mountain wind blew, and it was so cold that I was shocked. I realized that at some point, my sweat had already soaked my clothes.

When the old lady could no longer be seen, Brother Fengyu weighed the salute in his hand and spoke in confusion: "Ziyi, aren't the daggers and swords she held just now yours?"

"Yes." He turned around with a wry smile, and looked at him helplessly, "It's mine, let's go, go and find Kongwen first."

"Okay," he nodded, and we turned side by side and left, "Why is the thing in his hands?"

"I don't know, forget it. There is a problem with this village. Go and find Kong Wen to see what he thinks?"

"He? Why did he have to look for him?" He looked at me in even more confusion.

"Kongwen is a junior of the Yin-Yang Sect, almost the same as Jiang Qin." But it is much worse than Jiang Qin.

Along the dirt road, the children on the roadside chased each other, covering up all the weirdness in the calm of the day.

·

The house had been cleaned and no drop of blood was left behind.

Putting the child on the bed, no one mentioned the tragic situation in the room before. Five people sat down around the square table in the room. Tang Youqi and his younger brother were on the side.

The atmosphere was serious and solemn, and no one spoke.

After about ten minutes, Tang Youqi couldn't help but ask: "You know what happened here last night. Do we still want to stay here? Why don't Ling Kongwen and I just moved to where you?"

The fingers placed on the table hooked, and I did not answer Tang Youqi's question, but looked at Kong Wen:

"Congwen will draw a few more talismans, and do you understand the formation?"

He thought for a while and nodded: "I know some formation, but I don't know very well. Although my dad left me a lot of things, I am also a half-atheist before today..."

In the end, his voice was almost inaudible. A disciple of the Yin-Yang Sect was about to become an atheist. You can imagine how bad this sect was.

Let Kongwen be embarrassed by others, I turned to look at Brother Fengyu:

"Brother Fengyu, we have already set up a tomb once before, and now we will tell you a long story.

There are unclean things in this village, and we may not be able to get out. Now only Kong Wen and Brother Fengyu are the only ones who can barely deal with ghosts. What do you think?"

The reason why I asked Brother Fengyu was because he was a experienced and experienced criminal policeman in the Crime Team, and he also had the right to come up with his own ideas.

Compared to me, a rookie, although Brother Fengyu hasn't said anything these days, he must have seen it better than me, after all, his qualifications are there.

He didn't answer me immediately, raised his hand and rubbed his cheeks, then narrowed his eyes and recalled: "From the Fuling Hotel to Li Zhong's death, to Baigu Village, the most critical figure is Hou Yu, and Hou Yu is the most suspicious. Hou Yu, the village chief, are all people we need to pay close attention to.

In addition, there are no adult men in the village. In addition, there are two other points: the little boy, the girls in the village are fourteen or five years old, seventeen or eight years old, but the boys are all seven or eight years old, and they are not old, so it is not easy to pay attention to this. I just thought I was thinking too much, so I paid special attention when I went back and forth, and Renzhe was not a little older boy.

Last thing is, there is no elderly man in the village except the village chief.

To be precise, the men in Baigu Village are seven or eight years old and under, and then a village chief is added."

Compared to Kong Wen and Tang Youqi's shocked by Brother Fengyu's words, I was just a little surprised. No one would care about those children.

When Kong Wen and Tang Youqi were so shocked that they couldn't speak, I picked up the paper and pen on the table and slowly drew the mark on Brother Fengyu's neck.

As soon as the mark was drawn, Kong Wen came over, "Master, what are you drawing?"

"Huh... no, why does this bug look so familiar?"

He looked away and frowned and knocked his head for thought. I put down my pen and looked at him.

After a while, his eyes lit up and he took out a yellowed handwritten booklet with a thick cap from his arms.

Seeing this, I got up and sat next to him and watched him flip.

There are some words in the booklet that I can’t understand, but the patterns on it are vivid and painted with ink. Some places have been stained a little because of the long time.

"What is this?" I asked.

"The ancestral "Word Collection" of Lingkong School was given to me by my dad. I thought it was fake before. These strange insects were in it, but they were just like books like "Shan Hai Jing". I didn't expect that there were really,"

He answered without raising his head.

"Listen to my dad - no, listen to my dad, this "Word Collection" was secretly copied from a mysterious family by our ancestors, and used thousands of years of mysterious ink as ink, which never fades. "Word Collection" also has a high-end, atmospheric and high-end name called "Yin Zai [gǔ]", but I always thought that my dad bought it from a roadside stall and fooled me.

Now it seems that what my dad said is true.”

"Yin Zao"? I don't know why, but I always feel that this name is a bit familiar.

A strange feeling in my heart just rose, and my pupils shrank. I quickly held Kong Wen's hand turning the page and looked at the picture on the page.

The picture shows a long-haired insect, whose appearance vaguely coincides with the memory.

"Lingkong, what is written in the book?" I suppressed the tremor of my voice and asked.

He lowered his head and looked carefully before he stuttering like a primary school student reading: "Blood moxa, fed with human blood, planted in the body of the burial person, can last for thousands of years, and when he sees living things, he will go crazy and live in groups, and it is more common in the tombs of emperors, generals and ministers..."

Bloody mantas - a thrilling existence in the ancient tomb at that time.

"Yin Wu"... "Yin Wu"... I finally know where I heard about it. I mentioned it briefly from Yinzi at that time...

——That is a blood beetle. According to the 72nd volume of "Yin Yang Record" written by the ten families, the blood beetle is a blood-sucking Yin insect. It can last for a thousand years if you eat a bucket of blood.

——In order for the corpse of a family to not be corrupt, the ancients would immediately raise blood beetles into the body of the deceased after their family members died. The blood beetles had not been stained with blood before implanting the corpse, so the attack was not large. The blood beetles after the blood would go crazy and bite them when they saw a living thing...

The sadness that was simply drawn was still bearable. What made me curious about the most was Yinzi's identity. No one has ever known where Yinzi's home is.

Ten companies, what kind of existence is it?

"Master, what's wrong?" After reading the text under the pattern, Kong Wen looked at me in confusion, "Is there anything wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong," blinked, making himself look less worried, "Stay going."

After saying that, he got up and returned to his position, turned to meet Brother Fengyu's gaze, and moved away as if he was careless.

·

After more than a dozen breaths, Kong Wen threw the booklet at me and said excitedly: "I found it!"

"You?【kuǐ】, one finger is the size, twenty feet, three beards, one hook can eat blood..."

"Hey, wait," Tang Youqi interrupted him quickly, "Can you tell me something you can understand? What's twenty-six, three must be one hook and seven hooks."

Kong Wen glanced at him and paused and said, "It means that this kind of insect is called You?, with twenty feet, three tentacles, and an inverted hook in front of the mouth. It can suck blood, is not very aggressive, and there are many black parasites in the body, the size of black rice grains, which also suck blood. These black insects are called "Zi".

The ?Son can crawl out of the mouth of You?, and the mouth of You? is snow-white, similar to the roots of a tree.

Master, look, this is what the son looks like.”

?The ?Zi is black and is drawn by Xuanmo, exactly the same as the insects seen at the entrance of the village.

I reached out and touched the picture on the booklet, and I looked up at Kong Wen: "Let's go to the entrance of the village to catch You?"

"Ha?!" He was shocked and his hands trembled, "Master, let's go catch You??! And - there is You??"

Kong Wen's expression was a little unbearable to look at him. I closed the book for him and calmly ordered: "Kong Wen and I go and catch You? Brother Fengyu is good at it, stay to protect Tang Youqi and the children."

No one spoke, so I calmly took out the gun and put it on the table, looking at Brother Fengyu: "Brother Fengyu didn't accept it before, but now I need weapons to defend myself. Nothing is better than guns. Don't worry, I still have no problem protecting myself."

"Okay." He glanced at the silver pistol on the table, "Come back early, I'll be here for peace of mind."

"Yeah." I was naturally relieved. I felt more at ease about Brother Fengyu doing things than myself.
Chapter completed!