Chapter 215: A Bowl of Blood

The village chief said so, and we didn't have the shame to entangle any more, so we went back with the village chief. Although the lights are on in every house in this village, few people come out this night, and even if they do, they are in a hurry, as if they are unlucky if they are slow.

"Village chief, what's the matter with that aunt at the door of the shop?" Fu Jiu asked.

"Don't mention it. Before the hot springs were dug up in our village, there was a small river at the back of the village, and her son drowned when he went to play in the river. Since then, when she saw people, she said that it was the wild ghost in the river who had taken her son as a stand-in, and the wild ghost wanted to go back to her house, and there was nothing to do during the day, but at night, she would take a kitchen knife and chop at the door every day, and when she was tired, she would go back. Later, strangely, the river dried up, and for a long time the whole village drought. ”

The two of us followed the village chief back to the guest house, and the four of them were still waiting for us to eat. The village chief was going to eat the next meal, but someone called him away. After hearing about the eldest lady, I looked at the food on the table and didn't have the heart to eat it. Fu Jiu didn't care about that, and followed Fang Lin Fanghai's little whirlwind chopsticks. Wang Jing didn't eat either, just drank tea.

"Sister Jing, you like this tea so much that you don't even eat food. I sat down next to her and laughed.

Wang Jing glanced at me and put down the teaglass, "I can't eat this meal." ”

Fang Lin Fanghai stuffed his mouth, and came over to interrupt, "Hurry up and eat, how delicious." ”

"It's delicious, you two have to eat it slowly, no one will rob you two. "I'm afraid these two will spray me in the face.

"I'd like to go to the kidnapping shelf in the middle of the night, and maybe there's some clue. Wang Jing stood up and stretched his waist, looking down at me, "Don't go with me, I'm afraid of any danger." ”

Fu Jiu said, "Don't worry, there's no danger, you can go if you want, just go there alone, is it called a date? You two go to you, I'll go over there and ask something." ”

As he spoke, Fu Jiuzhi pointed in the direction of the hot spring. He meant that he was going to go to those two ghosts and ask them about it.

A few people were full of food and drink, Fang Lin and Fang Hai pulled Fu Jiu to play cards, and the three of us sat on the sofa and watched TV. I was still thinking about what was hidden here, and it was worth Ah Xue to find me in person and let me come here.

The hands of the clock on the wall went to twelve o'clock, and the moment the hands coincided, the lights in the whole room went out, and even the television was turned off. When the waiter was cleaning up the dishes before, he said that there is a rule in their village that the power will be cut off on time at 12 o'clock.

The rules of this village are really strange, and they are not allowed to see fire at night, and they are not allowed to use electricity. When Fang Lin and Fang Hai saw this black and black, they went to sleep. Wang Jing and Xu Lingxue and I walked lightly to the outside of the guest house, and Fu Jiu went to the hot spring where the two ghosts were locked up.

The three of us figured out the guest house, and the moon was really round tonight, so we turned on the flashlight. The three of us went to the back of the village like thieves. At such a late hour, those villagers probably won't come out again.

After we came to this village, there was really a lot of open space, as if it had been specially cleaned, and in the middle was a wooden frame, with hemp rope on it, just like the kind of torture in the TV series. There is a deep ditch not far ahead, and I still wonder, what the village chief said before, there is a river here, why didn't I see it?

"Hey, they're really interested, it's heavy enough. "I looked at the shelf, how did I feel a little familiar? I suddenly remembered that when I was in Cai Cripple's village before, there was a similar frame of tying up people, and at that time it was said that someone was reincarnated by a drought and had to be burned alive before it would rain in the village again. It's not going to be the way to go, is it?

When I reached out to touch the shelf, Wang Jing and Xu Lingxue suddenly pulled me forward, and the two of us jumped and jumped into the deep ditch! The three of us squatted down and happened to be blocked by the deep ditch. My back was hurt by the stone, and as soon as I made a little noise, Wang Jing quickly covered my mouth!

Then I heard footsteps, and there was more than one person, and it sounded like there were quite a few people. I didn't dare to move, but I felt like something was under me, not like a stone, and it made me feel so uncomfortable. I reached out and picked it up, and when I picked it up, it was a small skull. I gasped and didn't scream, but I felt that the wind was all yin.

The three of us didn't dare to show our heads to see who was here, but they all stopped, and we couldn't hear what they were saying, it was like a cloth covering their mouths. They chattered for a long time, and they were busy for a while before leaving. Just as they were walking farther and farther away, the three of us showed our heads, and two of them were coming with their backs to us, each of them with a red cloth bag on their heads!

"Brother, look, this is exactly the same as what I said before!" Xu Lingxue whispered.

It wasn't until they were out of sight that the three of us climbed up from the ravine. I looked in the direction they were going, and I couldn't figure out what was going on. So many people were covered in red cloth bags, just like believers who believed in something.

"Hey, come and see. "Wang Jing called me, and when I looked back, there was a bowl under the wooden shelf. It wasn't there when we first arrived.

I took a closer look, and it was a bowl of blood!

Xu Lingxue got closer than me, sniffed it, pinched her nose and said, "Brother, this is human blood." ”

I feel like I'm going to blow up. What kind of den have we entered?

Wang Jing stepped on the edge of the deep ditch and looked down, "This place used to be like a river, and when the river dried up, it became a ditch. There must have been deaths in this river, or there would have been no human skulls. ”

I shuddered at the village, the wooden frames, the cultists, the human blood, the skeletons, all these things.

"Let's go, let's go back first and see if there is anything to be gained from Fu Jiu's side. Wang Jing said.

I nodded, and the three of us were about to go back, but I stopped looking at the cross and turned to leave. I quickly turned back and a female ghost was tied to the wooden frame! Before I could see the female ghost's appearance, the female ghost suddenly came running towards me!

I felt a chill in my heart, and my body felt like a ghost had been stuffed into it! The ghost controlled my body! I whimpered and cried, I couldn't control it. Wang Jing and Xu Lingxue were frightened by me, and hurriedly pulled me to ask me what was wrong, I wanted to speak but couldn't! A picture appeared in my mind, I was tied to a wooden frame, and below were those people with red masks, kowtowing to me. There was also a man with a red mask next to me, holding a bowl of blood in his hand, pinching my mouth and pouring it into my mouth! No matter how hard I struggled, it was useless!

My hand in front of me uncontrollably took the bowl of blood in front of the wooden frame, trembling but I couldn't control it! As soon as I picked up the bowl of blood, Wang Jing and Xu Lingxue saw that the situation was not good, Xu Lingxue held my body and didn't let me go any further, Wang Jing knocked off the bowl I was holding in my hand! The blood spilled all over the ground, and I collapsed in Xu Lingxue's arms. It was as if I had collapsed, and the cold sweat was pouring down one after another.

Wang Jing frowned and stared at the overturned bowl, and reached out to pick up a small red paper figure on the blood-spilled ground.