The group of three people followed the mountain road to Baishui Village.

On the way, Mo Yan said: "I think this matter should be taken by the people from the Land Security Bureau."

Da Li immediately understood what he meant and said, "You mean, this case is the same as the epidemic in Folk Village?"

Mo Yan said: "I can't be sure, but I feel this kind of feeling vaguely."

Yue Yue behind him said, "What are you two talking about? Could it be that Jiang Dayong's death was caused by the virus?"

The inside story of the epidemic in the Folk Village was still strictly kept to the outside world until now. Only a few people from the seven departments were vaguely aware of some of the inside stories. Pure civil servants like Yue Yue were also kept in the dark.

Mo Yan smiled and sighed: "It's also a virus. The sky and the earth are gradually changing, and there are many things that shouldn't come out..."

Speaking of this, he shook his head, but he wanted to speak but stopped.

As his cultivation level improves, his understanding of the Dharma-Ending Age also deepens. At the beginning, he thought that the Dharma-Ending Age was only for monks and had nothing to do with ordinary people. But now it seems that the Dharma-Ending Age contains not only the lack of spiritual energy in heaven and earth, but also the entire great era, including the living environment, is gradually heading towards the end.

The specific sign of this gradual change is that the qi of disaster is gradually growing, and the yin evil spirit is ready to move.

For example, when Jiang Dayong's death, when Mo Yan listened to Da Li's story, he almost immediately determined that this person was possessed by some evil spirit. In layman's terms, it is a ghost body...

Speaking of which, he also grew up in a mountain village. I have heard countless rural legends about ghosts and monsters, but they are basically nonsense. Either spread rumors or make up scary ghost stories. However, in recent times, from the corpse evil in the folk village to the appearance of Xiao Yunluo, to the encounter of Jiang Dayong in Baishui Village, they are all Mo Yan’s personal experiences.

And these things, except Yunluo, can actually be attributed to the escalation of disaster and evil spirits.

The most important thing is that these are just Mo Yan’s personal experiences. The world is so big that there are definitely many similar things, and I dare not say that they are there every day. But it is definitely much more than what Mo Yan knows!

"One leaf can tell that autumn is no longer the world of the past..."

Mo Yan sighed in his heart. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth gradually disappeared, the five elements were not solid, and they could not suppress disasters and evil spirits, causing them to gradually grow. As time goes by, natural disasters such as earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions will become more and more frequent, and various evil spirits such as corpse evil spirits will gradually appear, corroding the human body.

Of course, this change is not achieved overnight. The unit of time is calculated at least in a hundred years, or even thousands of years. Just as the birth and evolution of the earth are in units of billions of years, even if it begins to age, it will not be possible to enter the so-called end of the world overnight.

Several people walked and chatted, and the seven or eight-mile mountain road was quickly completed. At the foot of the mountain in front was their destination Baishui Village.

After entering the village, Da Li met with people from the municipal bureau at the village committee.

The person left by the Municipal Bureau in Baishui Village was an old policeman in his fifties, quite capable. After shook hands with Da Li and his group, he asked, "Captain Li. Where do you plan to start?"

Da Li said: "Let's go to Jiang Dayong's house first, maybe you can find some clues."

The old policeman said, "Will you go now? Why not wait for a while? There are many people in that place now, and it is not ordinary lively."

Da Li asked, "What's going on?"

The old policeman explained with a wry smile: "After Jiang Dayong's death, everyone in the village thought that he must have provoked unclean things, so he found a monk and a Taoist priest to exorcise evil spirits in Jiang Dayong's yard..."

Yue Yue said in surprise: "No? He invited a monk and a Taoist priest? One is Taoist and the other is the Buddhist family. If the Tao is different and they don't make plans, they can't fight?"

The old policeman smiled and said, "You are old Huangsheng... Now as long as you give money, it is not uncommon for monks and Taoists to recite scriptures on the same stage."

Yue Yue looked at Da Li and said, "Leader, why not let's go now. I have never seen anything like exorcism."

Da Li looked at Mo Yan and said, "Go to take a look?"

Mo Yan smiled and said, "Let's go separately. I'll go to the pond where Jiang Dayong went to before his death..."

The reason why he proposed this was actually because he just discovered that the mark he left on Du Que was now near the pond.

The old policeman asked, "Do you know where that pond is? Do you want me to take you over?"

Mo Yan said, "When I came, I saw a pond heading to the left at the entrance of the village. Is it there?"

The old policeman nodded and said, "That's right, it's there. After leaving the entrance of the village, you'll be turning a corner... A few minutes later, the four of them took action separately, and Mo Yan walked out of the village alone and headed towards the pond.

His speed was not fast, he was swaying, and he looked like he was walking.

After crossing a path, he stepped onto the pond ridge.

This pond is not big, with an area of ​​two or three acres, and the water quality is not very good. The water surface is green and looks very turbid.

Next to the pond ridge, a thin old man was squatting there, twisting the soil on the ground with his hands, putting it between his nose and smelling it carefully...

This man naturally took off his monk's robe and changed into a dressed costume.

He did not notice Mo Yan's arrival, and squatted there, looking at the black blood-stained mud in his hand, squinted his eyes slightly, and his eyes were both shocked and suspicious.

There are still two days before the underground tide. Because of Song Qingyuan's death, he did not plan to enter Hulu Mountain so early. But this morning, in the temple where he was boarding, several villagers at the foot of Hulu Mountain suddenly came, saying that they wanted to invite the master in the temple to do rituals.

Because of curiosity, he listened to a few words from the side and learned about this strange death incident that occurred at the foot of Hulu Mountain.

As a descendant of the Taoist sect, his understanding of the Dharma-Ending Age is not inferior to Mo Yan, or even more profound. In addition, Yunluo Dao Palace is in Hulu Mountain, and he suspected that Jiang Dayong's death was related to the tides underground in the Taoist sect, so he could no longer hold back and immediately changed into a custom and came to Baishui Village.

"The blood is black, and even if it is dry, it is still cold and bone-bone. It's a bit bad..."

Du Que squatted there, his face was in amazement and muttering to himself.

"The worst thing is that this man has been dead for two days, but there are still some resentment in the remaining blood! Could it be... the legend that Master said back then is true?"

He murmured to himself, not seeing anyone coming from behind him at all.

Mo Yan walked over slowly as if he was walking. When he was three or four meters away from Du Que, he asked with a smile: "Old man, are there fish in this pond?"

When Du Que heard someone talking behind him, he was shocked and immediately stood up and looked at Mo Yan with a look of surprise.

At this time, Mo Yan had completely restrained his breath in his body. From the outside, except that he was a little taller, he was no different from ordinary people.

As a monk, Du Que has enough confidence in his cultivation. When he heard Mo Yan's voice at first, his first thought in his mind was that the person who came must be a person with cultivation, otherwise he would never be able to approach him silently.

But at this moment, Mo Yan's aura was ordinary and he didn't look like a person with cultivation at all.

Could this person be able to calm his breath?

Du Que couldn't help but wonder. He looked at Mo Yan carefully, and after confirming that this person was 100% ordinary person, he breathed a little relieved. At the same time, he was also a little annoyed that he had been too involved and lost his due vigilance and normal heart...

Mo Yan smiled and said, "Old man, I saw you squatting by the pond for a long time, and I thought you were fishing."

Du Que smiled dryly and said, "I just take a look... This is not a good place to fish. It is a pool of stagnant water. Even if there are fish, it will definitely not be delicious, and it has a strong fishy smell."

Mo Yan's eyes fell on the pool of dirty blood on the ground, pretending to be surprised and said, "Oh, where is so much blood coming from here?"

As he said that, he squatted down pretending to be curious and reached out to wipe the blood...

"Don't move!"

Seeing this, Du Que subconsciously spoke to stop him.

Mo Yan looked up and said, "What's wrong, old man?"

Du Que frowned and said, "This is human blood, it's bad luck, you'd better not touch it."

After hearing this, Mo Yan was a little surprised...

When I first met Du Que, the old man was with Song Qingyuan. Youdao is that people are divided into groups and birds of birds of a feather flock together. Mo Yan subconsciously thought that this old man was probably not a good person.

However, Du Que's dissuasion just now made Mo Yan's impression of him slightly change.

The blood stains on the ground not only contain yin and cold energy, but also have a trace of resentment. For ordinary people, if they accidentally come into contact with them, although there will be no serious injury, it will never be a good thing. At worst, it will be a serious illness and will cost countless medical expenses. At least, it will have a nightmare, and it will definitely not be able to recover without ten days and half a month.

"Old man, is this human blood? Has anyone died here?" Mo Yan asked in surprise.

Du Que was too lazy to talk to the young man and said perfunctorily: "I also heard from the villagers..."

As he said that, he turned around and wanted to leave.

But after thinking about it, he turned around, picked up a piece of broken tiles on the pond ridge, carefully shoveled up the blood on the ground, and then sprinkled it into the pond.

"It's very unlucky to die. Young people, when they encounter these dirty things in the future, don't stretch out your hands..."

Du Que said casually, then threw away the tiles and turned around and walked towards the village.

Looking at Du Que's leaving figure, Mo Yan couldn't help but smile.

"It seems that this old man has a pretty good heart, at least he is more human than me. It's really strange. How could he get along with someone like Song Qingyuan?"

Mo Yan was always a little confused about this.

After Du Que entered the village, he did not leave, but stayed in a small hotel in the village.

Baishui Village is at the foot of Hulu Mountain. Many tourists pass by here every year. As the saying goes, you can eat from the mountains. There are not only farmhouses in the village, but also small hotels for tourists to take a break or stay temporarily.

When Mo Yan saw Du Que live in Baishui Village, he wondered whether he would stay in Baishui Village for the night?

Just as Mo Yan pondered, a group of people with geological surveying equipment walked out of the mountains and headed towards the small hotel...!~!
Chapter completed!