In the early morning, Wei Linglan, who had regained control of her body, did not call for help immediately, but first quietly found her socks, put them on her ankles with Tie Qing's handprints, and then calmly lay back on the bed and pretended to sleep.

She calmly waited for Tian Yourong and Song Zhen to wake up, listening to them find the corpse outside the bedroom door through the strong smell of blood.

Tian Yourong and Song Zhen were terrified, and Wei Linglan also pretended to be woken up and woke up, and after seeing the corpse, she made a frightened look that ordinary people should have.

Compared to the "thing" that released her last night, Wei Linglan was more wary of the secrets hidden in this village, as well as another player who couldn't be sure if it existed.

Camouflage, stealth, lurking, and tentative are always the best way for players to survive - especially in the real world.

Wei Linglan ran out of the house with Tian Yourong and his wife in a panic, shouting for help.

When the village chief Lu Gui heard the news, his face sank after learning that Lu He had died, and he rushed into the house with a wooden cane and several young men.

Most of the villagers and passengers of Dusheng Village surrounded Lu He's house on the third floor and the outer three floors, holding umbrellas, looking at the house with three points of curiosity and seven points of fear.

Lu He is about the same age as the village chief, his wife has long since passed away, and his children are all out of town.

At present, the rain of the torrential rain has gradually weakened a little, but communication with the outside world has not been restored, and Lu He's relatives cannot be contacted.

Lu Gui, the village head, asked a few young people to take an iron stretcher, put Lu He's body on the stretcher, covered it with a layer of white cloth, and sent it to the idle assembly hall in the village, where it was temporarily put together with Shi Derong's body.

Two people died in a row, and Lu He's death was so tragic and terrifying, it was absolutely impossible to prevaricate the past with the reason of "suicide" or "accident".

The village chief Lu Gui wanted to leave, but he was surrounded by layers of emotional crowds, and the gossiping questions made him have to wave his hands and let everyone talk one after another.

The driver, Tian Yourong, squeezed in front of Lu Gui by virtue of his height and strength, his face was gloomy as water, and his attitude was quite unkind.

He and his wife were separated from Lu He's place of death by a thin wooden door, and when he woke up this morning, he was the first to find the body.

Lu He's death was extremely miserable, half of his head was smashed alive, even with the help of tools, it was impossible for ordinary people to do it without making any sound.

For the innocent passengers involved in the incident, it doesn't matter what "thing" killed Lu He, and the top priority is to leave the village as soon as possible.

Tian Yourong, who had a gloomy face, didn't waste any effort asking the village chief what was going on, and said to Lu Gui bluntly: "Village chief, today's rain is a little lighter.

I want to borrow some tools from your village, dig up the blocked road, and rent a car to go to the county seat for help. ”

Although Tian Yourong was pleading, his tone was very tough, and the passengers standing behind her also expressed their attitude with silence.

Village Chief Lu Gui's face became gloomy and he glanced at the crowd.

It was not only the passengers who had the idea of "leaving the village", many villagers bowed their heads under the threat of his gaze.

If the road is dug up, these villagers will probably follow the passengers and escape from the village together

After all, they all have a share in all but a few.

In Lu Gui's eyes, indifference and cruelty flashed.

If you want to die, you have to die together.

He smiled, nodded kindly, and said to Tian Yourong: "Of course you can, you go back and wait for a while, I will mobilize the masses, bring the tools, and I will dig the passage with you."

After all, there was a homicide here, so it had to be reported early. ”

Tian Yourong nodded and said with a smile: "Then we will wait at the entrance of the village first." ”

The driver played a trick and did not let the passengers go back to their homes to take shelter from the rain and wait for news, but gathered together to stay at the entrance of the village to prevent the villagers of Dusheng Village, including Lu Gui, from plotting against each other.

Everyone can stay at the entrance of the village together, exchange information, listen to the opinions of the masses, and run faster even if they run.

"Hmm."

The village head, Lu Gui, nodded, and watched as Tian Yourong led a group of frightened passengers to the entrance of the village.

"Dad." Lu Maocai quietly leaned over and pointed at Tian Yourong and them covertly, his eyes flickered a little, "Do we want to?"

"Don't act rashly."

Lu Gui shook his head and said calmly: "You go and knock on the door from door to door, just take the tools and give them them." ”

"Didn't they just run away?" Lu Maocai gritted his teeth, "That ghost is getting more and more arrogant, you can't use your own people, right?" ”

"I can't run."

Lu Gui smiled coldly, looked at the backs of those passengers, and said quietly: "They can't run."

While he was staring at the foreign passengers, Leon was also observing him through the reflection of the phone screen.

Yesterday, Lu Gui's legs and feet were still very flexible, but today he inexplicably picked up crutches.

Although the cat's eye spiritual function could not be used, Li Ang had a vague intuition that the seemingly brand-new wooden staff in Lu Gui's hand was full of decay and decay

Li Ang didn't go out last night, but wanted to continue to search for the grave of Meng Qixi, a village teacher, on the other side of the ravine during the day.

If he had time, he also wanted to inspect the bodies of Shi Derong and Lu He in the Great Hall.

But now these passengers are in a hurry to dig through the mountain road and leave, which is not necessarily a bad thing.

It's a big deal that he sneaks back to Dusheng Village to lurk, and without these witnesses, he can also let go of his hands and feet and take some more radical measures.

Li Ang followed the passengers to the head of the village,

On the other side of the village, Lu Gui asked his youngest son to take people to collect shovels, bamboo baskets and other tools, while he was alone, walking back to the three-story villa on crutches and going up to the top attic.

The attic is in the shape of a low pyramid, with a glass window on each side, and the wooden floor is painted with white paint, many ghost paintings, and layers of nested pattern symbols.

If Li Ang was here, he would definitely be able to distinguish these text patterns from the talismans he had seen in the Longheng Shopping Mall at the beginning. Extremely similar.

In the center of these motifs is a man-made altar that occupies more than half of the attic area.

This circular altar is completely made of dead branches, bones, aquatic plants, rice, carrion and other miscellaneous items.

At the same time, it is disgusting, but there is a strange beauty that is ancient and long, and can even be said to be strangely magnificent.

Lu Gui stepped on the bones of the dead branches, entered the center of the altar, and gently tapped the ground with the long staff in his hand.

The air in front of him set off layers of ripples, and the light blue light condensed into dots, connecting the dots into lines, weaving a projection of the topography of the village of Watsuyo.

Lu Gui, who was standing in the center of the altar, looked at this projection, flicked his palm forward, and said quietly: "The wind and rain are obscure." ”

A simple four words almost took away all of Lu Gui's strength,

His face was pale, and he had to hold on to a wooden staff to keep him from falling to the ground.

Suddenly,

The strong wind, which had already stopped, was stirring again, and the torrential rain poured down more intensively than before, leaving only a dense rain curtain that could not be opened and seen through the heavens and the earth.

At the head of the village, the passengers and villagers who had already obtained the tools could not dig the mountain road in such a torrential rain, and everyone had to go back to their homes and be trapped in the layers of rain.

In the attic, Lu Gui barely straightened up, looked at the projection that was much darker, and said to himself: "According to the tax law in ancient books,

Digging a canal to flood the farmland and restoring the ancient feng shui topography of the village to the village did enhance the mana of the altar.

However, it will take sacrifices, more sacrifices, to repel it."