Zheng Yuanhu took six servants.

A group of seven people quietly touched Li Dashan's house.

"You two, go and block the backyard to prevent the people inside from escaping from the backyard. ”

"The rest of the people will come with me to meet the people in this room."

"Yes!"

Six officers with knives, separated into two groups.

The terrain in the village is uneven, so the houses of the villagers are not neatly distributed, and Li Dashan's house is built on a small gentle slope with a fenced yard.

When approaching.

Through the window paper, you can see the dark shadow of a person, sitting motionless in the room, reflected on the window paper by the lights in the house.

"Hello?"

"We're passers-by on a late-night trip and want to spend the night?"

"Hello, can I spend the night?"

Zheng Yuanhu shouted while standing outside the fence wall, which was only half a person high, but the figure on the window paper in the room remained seated and unanswered.

The backyard of the house is also very quiet.

No one jumped out of the window to escape, and there was a fight with the two officials blocking the backyard.

Everything was too calm in front of me.

"Zheng Zhutou, could it be that the other party is asleep?"

"Didn't hear you?"

One of the officials whispered.

Zheng Yuanhu didn't answer the officer's words, his eyes sank, he raised his hand and tried to push it lightly on the courtyard door, but he was directly pushed open.

There was no latch at the courtyard door.

Seeing this, Zheng Yuanhu's eyes flashed, and then he took the lead and walked into the courtyard.

The strange thing is that when the courtyard door was opened, a group of five people approached the house, and the house was still exceptionally quiet and calm. Even the figure on the window paper remained seated, motionless.

At this time, the atmosphere was eerie and depressing.

It's like a big rock pressed on my heart.

The door of the house was not locked, and bright light shone out of the room, and the room was brightly lit.

"Huh, it stinks!"

"No! It's like the smell of rotten corpses after death!"

The faces of the crowd changed drastically.

Zheng Yuanhu stepped into the door, the furnishings in the house were very simple, Li Dashan was a bad gambler, and all the valuable furniture that could be sold at home had been sold out, leaving only the four walls of the house.

However, the house was empty.

Nothing.

There was only a large puddle of water dripping from behind a tattered table, and the water stain was flowing down from the stool behind the table, indicating that the stool had been seated before.

"Strange, just now outside the house, everyone obviously saw a person sitting in the room?" a official stared at the puddle of water on the ground, his eyes puzzled.

"I don't know if you feel that this room has a creepy feeling, as if there are a pair of eyes staring at us in the dark?"

"Heipi, you go outside and see if there is anything abnormal over there with the mountain artillery... Blackskin, I'm talking to you, do you hear me? Why don't you say anything?"

Zheng Yuanhu opened his mouth and shouted to a servant standing at the door, but the servant named Heipi didn't hear as if he was deaf and didn't move.

Poof!

The official named Blackskin, who had been fine a moment ago, suddenly fell to the ground and could not stand up.

A servant stepped forward to investigate, but his face was full of horror, dead, dead, dead!

At this time, everyone saw clearly that the death of the black skin revealed the evil sect, and the talent had just died under the noses of everyone, but black spots and corpse spots had appeared on his body, as if he had been dead for a long time.

The expression on his face is distorted and hideous, his neck is stretched long, and the green tendons are convex and bulging, like an old turtle looking at the moon, desperately trying to stretch his neck out of the water to breathe, and leaving a large puddle of water stains under his feet, as if he had just fallen into the river and just picked it up, but his clothes were dry......

This is a state of death!

Phew!

Everyone in the room gasped.

Even Zheng Yuanhu couldn't stand the numbness in his heart, and a chill rushed from the tail vertebrae of his back to the human heavenly spirit cover.

This death is clearly exactly the same as Li Dashan, who died in prison mysteriously!

Such a big living person!

Just such a silent absurdity died under everyone's noses!

Poof!

Poof!

In just a moment, another official behind Zheng Yuanhu fell to the ground, and died silently under his eyelids.

It's all a way to die!

It was like drowning in the water, with black spots and corpse spots on his body.

There were no outsiders in the house, but in the blink of an eye, two brothers died mysteriously, and the five people who rushed into Li Dashan's house at the beginning were only Zheng Yuanhu and two officials.

"Zheng... Zheng Zhutou, will there be something in this house that we can't see... Dirty things?" a forty-year-old with a calmer personality seemed to think of something, and whispered to Zheng Yuanhu with sweat on his forehead.

"I've heard the older generation say that there are ghosts in this world that we ordinary people can't see, and only Taoist priests, monks, and country goddesses can see it... I, shouldn't we have met the same person who killed Li Dashan in prison... Dirty, huh?"

"When you encounter this kind of dirty thing, you can only find Taoist priests and monks... Let's quickly withdraw Zheng Zhutou, I'm afraid that the brothers will really die here, let's go back to Chang County first, and find Taoist priests and monks to do things!"

"Withdraw!"

Zheng Yuanhu decisively led people out of the house, but he was about to go out, poof!

Poof!

The two officials died silently.

It's still the weird way of drowning.

Zheng Yuanhu no longer hesitated, and immediately strode out of the house.

"I'm Zheng Yuanhu, the head catcher of Chang County, which demon monk is hiding his head and tail here, pretending to be a ghost!"

"Aren't you afraid that the imperial court will send troops to encircle and suppress your family's mountain gate, and dig up all the dry bones of your family's nine generations of ancestors!"

Zheng Yuanhu's body was running vigorously, and the sound exploded in the house like a thunderbolt, and the person accelerated and rushed out of the house.

Seeing that Zheng Yuanhu was about to rush out of the house next, he was raised!

The lights and candles in the house are extinguished.

Suddenly plunged into darkness where you couldn't see your fingers, the temperature in the room plummeted.

At night, Zheng Yuanhu let out a frightened scream, and he was burly, as if he was grabbed by something, and he was dragged into the dark room without any waves.

The night is calm.

The entire Shangpan Village was quiet, as if it had fallen into a strange silence.

Zheng Yuanhu made such a big noise, no one in Shangpan Village heard it, and everyone slept deeply. Even Li Zheng near Li Dashan's house and the two officials blocking the backyard were a little calm, and no one came to check the situation.

It is as if the inside and outside of the house have become two worlds separated by yin and yang.

One into the netherworld.

Since then, it has been isolated from the yang world.

Moment.

Two moments.

Three quarters.

The night is quiet.

Desolate as water.

Time passed little by little, and suddenly, in the house where the candle flame had been extinguished, a candle flame swayed, and the dark and cold room was lit up again, and the temperature of the sun was restored.

Through the window paper, I saw a figure sitting in the room.

The figure sat motionless.

It is exactly the same figure as the figure that Zheng Yuanhu and others saw outside before.

But this time, the figure suddenly moved.

The figure stood up from its position.

Then I heard footsteps coming out.

The figure was walking towards the doorway, and a tall, burly figure walked out of the room.

It's Zheng Yuanhu!