"Alas...... When people are dead, it's time for peace. The old man asked, pointing to a dozen corpses on the ground.

Jiu Po didn't know how to answer, so she shook her head helplessly.

The old man shouted a few times and slowly withdrew from the crowd.

My mind was like exploding, my mind was full of blanks, only my grandfather's words remained, the dying person cannot be saved, and it will be saved in vain.

When I came back in the morning, I thought they had escaped, but who would have thought that when I woke up, I would see their corpses.

I raised my head and looked into the tent.

found Zhang Ying sitting on the ground in a daze, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, no matter what, at least she was still alive.

"How did they die?" I asked cautiously towards Lao Zhang.

Lao Zhang shook his head, pointed to the corpse, and motioned for me to look at it myself.

I slowly lifted the white cloth, and a distorted and terrifying face appeared in front of my eyes.

This face is even more terrifying than in a horror movie, and I don't know what terrible things I saw to be frightened like this. Could it be that after we left, those dark shadows came out again?

Soon I dismissed the idea, absolutely impossible.

Because on the way back, Zhang Ying was carried by me, and if there was anything abnormal, I would definitely be the first to find it.

Until now, the female ghost in red last night should still be staying in Zhang Ying's body.

"Prepare the firewood pile, burn it......" Jiu Po shouted into the crowd.

Unlike the previous obedience to Jiu Po, this time none of the villagers moved, and they were all waiting for Jiu Po's explanation. Or rather, they all just wanted to hear some comfort from the words of the Nine Women.

After the ninth woman finished speaking, she didn't care about the people outside, and directly lowered the tent curtain.

Turning around, Jiu Po looked at Zhang Ying next to her again.

Zhang Ying's eyes were a little flustered, and she stood directly behind me.

"Zheng Fan, you are optimistic about this woman of the Zhang family, especially at night, you must not let her come out again. ”

Of course I understand what she means, but can I do it? Devil in red, I've been traveling with my grandfather for so many years, and I haven't dealt with a ghost of this level alone. After meeting in the past, it was all the grandfather's hand.

But this time, I had to do it.

After saying this, the ninth woman lifted the curtain and walked out.

Soon the villagers outside also dispersed, carrying the dozen or so corpses away.

I also wanted to go out with me, but Zhang Ying grabbed my sleeve.

"What happened last night?" asked Zhang Ying as she opened her mouth to me, tears rolling in her eyes.

"You can't remember anything?"

Zhang Ying nodded.

I told her what happened last night, and I finished the book.

Of course, I didn't tell her that the dozen or so villagers and she were dying people.

After listening to my words, Zhang Ying was also shocked and couldn't close her mouth.

"No wonder my dad and my ninth wife didn't tell me, Brother Zheng, it's better to tie me up now. Zheng Ling's affairs, is it really not related to the red-clothed female ghost in my body?" Zhang Ying asked me unnaturally.

"It doesn't come out during the day, it doesn't come out during the day.

As for whether Zheng Ling's affairs have anything to do with them, I don't know very well, but things have become more complicated.

As he spoke, a foul stench came in from outside.

A fire broke out again in the open space outside the tent, and more than a dozen corpses were consumed by the fire.

It's just that the stench is very unusual, like a rotting corpse that has been dead for several days. But these people just died in the morning.

The villagers couldn't stand the stench and had already returned to their tents, and even the relatives of the corpses did not survive.

Only Jiu Po and Lao Zhang were still standing next to the fire, watching the corpses slowly be consumed by the fire.

"Big brother, I took this. ”

Yingying glanced at the fire, turned around and handed me a small notebook.

This little notebook is the crayon drawing she secretly hidden.

After taking it, I couldn't wait to open it and look at it.

There are more than a dozen crayon drawings in the small book, and there are three of them that I care about the most.

The first and final picture shows a burning tree, which is the old banyan tree.

"When was this painting drawn?" I asked, pointing to this and curiously towards Yingying.

"I painted it just a few days ago. ”

"Did you see that too?" I asked.

"No, it's a dream. ”

The second one is the one with the landslide.

Although Yingying's painting skills are very immature, the crayon drawings outline the grand scale of the landslide. Just holding this picture, you can feel the oppression inside.

Looking at the color of the painting, it was much earlier than the one with the old banyan tree burning, and it only happened after the painting was finished.

From the things in these two paintings, it is almost certain that her paintings have the expected function.

I didn't ask her any more, but flipped the notebook to the picture I cared about the most.

This picture shows a chestnut forest in the back mountain.

There is a thatched house in the middle of the chestnut forest, which is the one that Lao Zhang used to lock Zhang Ying at that time.

The window was not closed, and half of Zhang Ying's face could be faintly seen inside.

Outside the window, a figure was looking inside.

I was very impressed by this shadow, it turned out to be Zhang Daming.

What I care about the most is not this picture, but not far behind Zhang Daming, there is a honeycomb the size of a gourd jar. In the middle of the honeycomb, there was an eye staring at Zhang Daming tightly.

"Yingying, whose eye is this?" I asked, pointing to the big eye in the middle of the honeycomb, towards Yingying.

Although, I already have the object of doubt in my heart.

"I can't remember...... Yingying said as she tilted her head sideways and looked at the painting for a long time, shaking her head.

I tore the picture off, put it in my pocket, and walked out the door.

Lao Zhang and Jiu Po are still by the fire, and I have something to confirm now.

The eye in the honeycomb in Yingying's painting, the way people look at people, I am all too familiar with it.

That beastly look, I only felt it in Lao Zhang's body. When I first arrived in Huangshan Village, I was frightened by his eyes. Now that this look appears in Yingying's painting, how can I not doubt it.

"Uncle Zhang, how did Zhang Daming die?" I didn't beat around the bush, I directly took out Yingying's painting and handed it to the ninth woman next to me.

As I spoke, my hand was already clenched in the canvas bag.

Not surprisingly, Jiu Po, like the previous times, threw the painting directly into the fire.

I didn't pay attention to the nine women next to me at all, staring at Lao Zhang in front of me, waiting for his explanation.