"These scarecrows can feel the corpse qi, when you first came to this town, didn't you see how it found Sister Xin Rui's body, believe me yes. ”

"Even if these things really have that kind of magic, then how do you know that her corpse must be on this fast hillside?" Qiu Yan asked suspiciously.

"Can you not say it?" The little third son looked at Qiu Yan in embarrassment, and saw that he shook his head without hesitation, sighed, and his voice was a little melancholy. "This morning was the first time I found that Sister Xin Rui's body was missing, originally I suspected that you stole it for some purpose, but soon overturned this idea, and then I thought of Anya, she respected her sister so much, she must not want Sister Xin Rui to be cremated after death, not even a whole body. ”

He looked at the hillside not far away, and continued. "This town is a big place, every family knows each other, and there are basically no idle houses, it is difficult to hide things, and it is even more difficult to hide a corpse, so the only choice is the back mountain. ”

"Since I was a child, Sister Xin Rui and Anya have loved to hide things there, it can be said that this is our secret base, although the hillside is not big, but there are many dark holes of different sizes underground, and the entrance of the hole is difficult to distinguish even in the daytime, if it were me, I would also hide Sister Xin Rui's body here. ”

"Makes sense. Qiu Yan's eyes radiated a luster of appreciation.

As the saying goes, you can't look at the surface, Xiao Sanzi looks honest and mindless, and he has such a strong logical thinking, but seriously, his method is worth a try, at least it's much stronger than if he has no clue now, and he doesn't know where to start.

The night was very dark, and the moonlight shining overhead added a gloomy feeling to the hillside. The north roared, mixed with the cold and cut his cheeks like a knife. If you are in a tea shop, I believe that you and Xiao Li should drink hot chocolate milk while sitting on a massage chair with Erlang's legs crossed and watching a midnight movie comfortably. Alas, I don't know how Xiao Li is now, Qiu Yan raised her eyes and looked at the moonlight that was hidden in the clouds, and felt sorry for herself.

While silently counting the steps in his heart, he casually threw a handful of little straw men out. I should be an atheist, although I have gradually begun to believe that there are many mysterious events in the world that cannot be explained by science, but what are I doing now? Is it wrong to learn from those charlatans who I have always looked down on, and to sprinkle those ridiculous scarecrows, and to pray for miracles to happen?

Qiu Yan lowered his eyes and glanced at the scarecrow in his hand, these things are really ugly, the more he looks at them, the uglier they become! They are just human forms made of straw, can they really be endowed with some kind of power?

Although I did see that the little straw man who was thrown into the river stayed in the center of the rushing river against any physical principles, it didn't mean anything, what if it was just a coincidence? Or there was a dark vortex there, or something hung the little straw man, and if that was the case, I would be foolish enough to believe that it was too big.

The hillside was already halfway up, and the more Qiu Yan thought about it, the more he felt stupid. Forget it, after throwing this last handful, let's go back to the hostel, Qiu Yan wrapped his coat, grabbed a handful of straw men in the bag and threw them out, and was about to turn around and go home, when he inadvertently glanced behind him, and suddenly, a terrifying scene came into view.

I saw that the scarecrows that landed on the withered yellow grass moved violently, as if they were alive, and they supported their bodies with slender handsticks, and slowly, little by little, stretched out to crawl towards themselves. The bone-chilling cold suddenly rose from the soles of his feet, climbed up his back, and then rushed to the back of his head, and Qiu Yan almost felt his hair stand on end.

Fear, it's fear! That familiar feeling of fear is still fresh in my mind, as if it was back at midnight last night.

Qiu Yan was indeed overwhelmed by the anti-physical normality in front of him, and he was horrified by the strange movements, and only felt that something was slowly moving towards him, making a harsh and unpleasant noise.

The noise was like some heavy object dragging on a sharp concrete floor, or like a fingernail sliding on smooth glass.

Qiu Yan didn't expect that this was actually the last sound he heard, and his eyes were dark.

.....

In his ears, there was a constant noise, Qiu Yan woke up from his sleep in a daze, the dazzling sunlight poured down through the screen window scatteredly, his hazy eyes rolled around, and he found himself lying in the guest room on the second floor, the door was quietly closed, and his mind was blank, as if the experience on the hillside last night was just a ridiculous dream.

However, when Qiu Yan's fingers inadvertently touched the two bulges on the left and right on the back of his head, and the weeds and dirt on his clothes, Qiu Yan's thoughts changed, and the experience of the past few days was really not a nightmare.

Qiu Yan's spirit was shocked, and he jumped off the bed and went straight to the hall.

The constant noise came from the hall, where many villagers had gathered, and Hu Mu lay on the altar and cried loudly, muttering something in her mouth.

When the villagers saw Qiu Yan, they all fell silent, and they watched expressionlessly, and there seemed to be some kind of unfriendly emotion in their eyes.

Hey, strange, isn't this kind of déjà vu scene exactly the same as yesterday? In order to alleviate this atmosphere a little, Qiu Yan asked with a smile while scratching his head like yesterday. "Are you all waiting for me? What's going on here?"

"Someone drowned. Xiao Sanzi said expressionlessly.

"Who died?" Qiu Yan looked curiously at the altar, where a corpse was indeed covered with a white sheet.

"It was a tourist who had just arrived and went to the river alone at night, only to be dragged into the river by a floating ghoul and substituted for the dead. Xiao Sanzi looked at Qiu Yan with a blank look, his voice was sharp and piercing, but between the words, there was no tone of upliftment.

"Are there any other tourists here besides me?" Qiu Yan asked in surprise. "Do you know what his name is?"

"His name is Liang Qiuyan, and he is a good person. ”