Half a month later, Azan Maowu asked Sha Ming to change villages to purchase, because the villages he had been to before, including the village where the two of them had lived before, could no longer be purchased, and Sha Ming could only run farther and farther. Moreover, Azan Mao Wu asked Sha Ming to take a detour every time he set off for purchase, and the villages he had been to before not only could not purchase, but also could not even show up. In this rural part of Malaysia, the transportation itself is not very developed, and if you have to take a detour to a village, sometimes there is almost no road, and you can only go into the mountains or woods.

Sha Ming set off on a motorcycle, trying to find a way to cut corners in the mountains, but he still hit a very difficult wall, and it took a long time to go back and forth. He was very depressed, and the procurement became the most difficult, even more troublesome than the previous collection of the fifty corpses. It was raining heavily in the middle of the day, and Sha Ming was quickly wet even if he was wearing a raincoat, so he cursed angrily and simply returned to the village he had been to before, wanting to take shelter from the rain temporarily. Temporarily sheltered in the house of the village vendor who had bought fish, but the fishmonger was very enthusiastic, made him tea, and the two sat at the door chatting.

The fishmonger asks where Shaming works and why he often comes out to buy food. "Oh, I'm doing woodcarving crafts in the mountains to the north. Sha Ming had already thought of an excuse. After chatting for a while, Sha Ming saw several men carrying stretchers towards the entrance of the village, followed by a man holding a child, still crying.

"Did someone die?" Sha Ming asked casually. The fishmonger sighed and said no, and died a terrible death. Sha Ming hurriedly asked, the fishmonger said that the dead was a pregnant woman, I don't know how to do it last night, I went out to the toilet in the middle of the night and didn't come back, and her husband found out in the morning that the pregnant woman had died in his backyard, her neck had been bitten and her blood was flowing all over the ground.

Sha Ming was shocked again, and asked if it was the same symptom as the previous sheep and dogs, chickens and ducks were bitten to death, and the fishmonger said yes, the village people sent men to keep vigil all day long, but they didn't find out what it was. It's good now, it's changed to a dead man, this world is really not peaceful, and anything strange will happen.

After the rain stopped, Sha Ming left the village on his motorcycle, and when it got dark, he made a detour to the neighboring village, but he couldn't get back to the hut before dark, so he had to go back. When I entered the house, I saw Azan Mao Wu sitting at the dining table, leaning against the wall, because he was wearing sunglasses and his face was pale, so he didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing Sha Ming coming back, Azan Mao Wu asked why he was empty-handed, Sha Ming told the truth that the heavy rain disrupted his travel arrangements, Azan Mao Wu nodded and didn't ask much.

The next day, because there was not much to eat, Sha Ming went out on his motorcycle again to go shopping, and as soon as he arrived at the previous village, he saw people crying in the village and a stretcher on the ground. He went over to inquire, and the villagers told him that this morning, someone found his brother, who was sleeping in the next room, had been bitten to death in his bed, and the blood had dried up. Sha Ming saw the man's younger brother kneeling in front of the stretcher and crying, gritted his teeth and said that he had to find out the murderer and beat him to death. At this time, Sha Ming suddenly saw the man in blue again, he squeezed into the crowd, claimed to have been a witch doctor before, and squatted down to check the wounds of the deceased.

Sha Ming also saw that the corpse had a big wound on its neck, and the flesh and blood were blurred, and the shape could not be seen at all, not so much that it had been bitten to death, but that it had been torn apart by something. Perhaps the villagers saw that the man in blue was covered in tattoos on his face and body, so they asked him if he was a cultivator, and several villagers looked at him with very vigilant eyes. The man in blue said that he had cultivated the Fa, but only to correct the Fa, and it was Azan in white.

"How do you prove it?" the villagers were a little angry, "they all said that the recent deaths of livestock and poultry in the village were either done by wild beasts or demonic cultivators, and people died every day for four days in a row, aren't you?"

The man in blue replied with a smile, "If it were me, how would I dare to show my face here?, and I will tell you how to prevent this strange thing from happening again." The villagers hurriedly asked, and the man in blue told everyone that if it was an evil spell, then this kind of thing could only happen between eleven o'clock in the middle of the night and four o'clock in the morning. During this time, don't go outside alone, it's okay to go in a group. And the windows in the house cannot be opened, they must be closed.

The villagers all said that it was impossible, and now the weather is the hottest time, and if you don't open the windows, you won't suffocate people to death. The man in blue said that if the windows were opened, they would have to install a fence on the windows of each sleeping person's room. The villagers also said that it was unlikely, and it was impossible for all the seventy or eighty families in the village to put up a fence with their windows in a short period of time. The man in blue said, "Then you can find some sharp objects, bury them in the ground outside the window, block the window halfway, and lock the door." "When the villagers asked what a sharp object was, the man in blue said that you could also plant the kind of sugarcane with a thin stem, stick the end in the ground, sharpen the other end with a knife, and bury five or six under each window.

Every family in the nearby village grows sugarcane, both thick and thin. As soon as the man in blue finished speaking, some villagers might have been scared, so they turned around and ran in the direction of the sugarcane field. The rest of the villagers looked at each other, and one after another turned away, some ran to the sugar cane fields, some ran home to get machetes, and even the deceased's brother ran away with his family. Sha Ming didn't understand why the man in blue came up with such an idea, but he was very shocked by what he had just said, "between eleven o'clock in the middle of the night and four o'clock in the morning". He was about to turn around and leave, but was stopped by the man in blue and asked if he seemed to be from this village.

"I'm here to buy items. Shaming replied. The man in blue asked him what he wanted to purchase, Sha Ming said that it had nothing to do with you, the man in blue laughed, and said if you were doing wood carving crafts in the deep mountains north of the village, Sha Ming was even more surprised, why did this man in blue know his excuse, did he inquire?

Sha Ming said, "That's right. ”

The man in blue put his arm around his shoulders, slowly walked to the place where there was no one at the entrance of the village, and whispered, "If you know anyone who cultivates the black method, especially the head lowering technique, you should be careful recently." Because this person's head-lowering technique has been practiced to the end, if you are close to him, it is also the most dangerous. When you go to bed at night, remember to close and lock all doors and windows, especially the doors, where there are no gaps. Sha Ming was silent, although he didn't understand the spells of Azan Mao Wu Xiu at all, but what he had seen and heard in the village during this time, and the changes in Azan Mao Wu every day, coupled with his mysterious behavior, he had long had suspicions. The sentence "between eleven o'clock in the middle of the night and four o'clock in the morning" just said by the man in blue made him even more suspicious.

"Do I have to do this every night from now on?" Shamin asked, "If I'm far away, will I?" The man in blue laughed hesitantly, saying that even if you run far, it is useless, if the head lowering master has already practiced that kind of head lowering technique, he will have almost no opponents, and sooner or later he will find you, and you will definitely die when the time comes.