The guess in his heart was half clear, and it seemed that he had done something unseemly, so he was haunted by a ghost, but this ghost didn't see that he could bluff her into abandoning evil and turning to good.

Looking at her sensitive state, I think she is still doing things behind her back.

This bungalow has four rooms, a back kitchen, a large living room with a doorway, and two bedrooms.

One bedroom had an open door and was empty, with a folding bed made of iron frame and a white plastic bucket stuffed in the corner.

It's just that this bucket has been sitting for an unknown amount of time, and the sides are full of gray and yellow grease.

Jiang Futing lifted the lid with turbidity, and it was a mess of miscellaneous items, hemp rope, simple, rags, and some blunt machetes and hoes, almost all of which were used for farming and daily life.

Nothing else.

When he came out, he looked down at the threshold, and suddenly noticed several long marks of different shades on the inside.

He crouched down and took a closer look, and there were many such scratches, both old and new, and in some places they were very deep, as if they were repeatedly buckled on them.

It seems that the people in the room struggled to stay behind when they were dragged out, and there was more than one person.

Jiang Futing was about to get up, when he suddenly felt that he was being targeted by a strange gaze again, and his scalp suddenly tingled.

He raised his head, Zhang Yan didn't know when he was standing not far away again, the woman hung her head like a dead man without saying a word, looking at him incomprehensibly.

Jiang Futing suddenly felt like a prey that had fallen into a woven trap, and he stood up as if nothing had happened, but he noticed that the woman's hand reflected in the afterglow outside the house.

His heart suddenly tightened, and he pretended to be calm and approached, until he saw that she was holding a round metal in her hand, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

It's just that Zhang Yan pinched it too tightly and couldn't see what it was.

The strangeness of her expression quickly improved, and she said with concern, "How is it?" ”

This question has been asked no less than three times, and Jiang Futing feels that any further delay will only make the other party suspicious, so he can only tell the truth, "There is no room in the house, but there is no guarantee that it will come out at night." ”

He walked to the other rooms and added, "I'll keep vigil tonight, and you can rest in your room." ”

Zhang Yan's planned plan fell through, and she regretted it and couldn't express it, revealing an indescribable loss, "Okay, then it's troublesome to Master Jiang." ”

Jiang Futing looked at the rest of the rooms, only Zhang Yan's bedroom was locked by the door with a lock, but he said not long ago that there were no ghosts for the time being, so he could only give up first, and then rashly radicalize.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Jiang Futing was about to investigate the ghost qi he had noticed in the afternoon again, but as soon as he sat upright, his limbs seemed to be dispersed by electricity, and he suddenly became numb!

Within a few seconds, he was completely immobile! Immediately after that, my brain became dizzy and my consciousness began to blur a little!

What's going on?

He forced himself to open his eyes forcibly, and his scalp sank like a mountain, and as soon as he closed his eyes, he would immediately fall unconscious and fall asleep.

Jiang Futing held his breath and concentrated, in just a few seconds, under the strong fatigue, his heart had already turned a thousand times.

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There is no doubt that he must have been drugged by this woman, but the drug took effect slowly, or it may be that he was in good physical condition, and he has delayed until now.

He decisively bit the tip of his tongue, maintaining the fragile clarity in his mind, trying to use the strength in his body.

The whole person is weak and weak, and with a little force, it is as sensitive as countless needles piercing at the same time.

He sat like an ancient clock, not anxious or dry, and slowly destroyed the medicinal power in his body, and finally dispersed the medicine in his body that had not been completely absorbed after a few minutes.

In summer, his clothes were already thin, and after such a toss, he even brought his clothes as if they were salvaged in the water, and his forehead bangs were fine and sweaty.

He adjusted his state, waited no longer, and cautiously pushed open the door and walked out.

Now that Zhang Yan has drugged him, things will definitely not be so simple, and she will definitely have follow-up actions!

Jiang Futing was almost silent when he even breathed and footsteps.

It was dark outside and there were no lights, and the village was no better than the city with street lights.

Jiang Futing's visual impact was not great, he continued to walk out cautiously, the surroundings were unusually quiet, only the sound of branches and leaves outside the house being carried by the wind.

The wind seemed to be blowing all the time, and the swaying of the branches and leaves seemed to have not stopped since he left the room, as if someone had been shaking the big tree outside the house.

Zhang Yan's room is not far from his room, and according to Zhang Yan's suspicious nature, the door will inevitably be locked from the inside.

But when Jiang Futing tried to push the door, she accidentally found that the door of her house was not locked!

His expression froze, and he pushed the door open more and more carefully, and the aging wooden door inevitably made some noise as it was pushed.

His body tensed suddenly, and just as he was thinking about retreating quickly, he found that there was no one in the room.

It looks like it's out, it should be something important, and I don't even have time to close the door.

Without the slightest hesitation, he quietly entered the room and quickly surveyed the bedroom.

The structure of the room is still simple, except for the addition of a table and a storage cabinet in the corner.

There was also a dilapidated and old ledger on the table, and there was a small bronze disc on the side, which was engraved with gossip.

The formation is insignificant, it doesn't have much effect, at most it can only be used as a talisman, or to identify the existence of ghosts and gods.

The effect is similar to that of the compass of ghost searching, so this woman should be very clear about her situation.

Wrong! And that's not all!

He thought about it for a moment, and suddenly realized something, and felt a little chill in the back of his neck.

The heart seems to be pinched by a pair of invisible hands, the body is so soft that it seems that the strength of the medicine has returned, and the soles of the feet are a little numb.

In the evening, the woman looked at himself with the compass in her hand, and he had thought that the light on the compass was illuminated by the setting sun.

Now that I think about it, the light is a little whitish, not at all like the red light of the sunset, more like some kind of hint!

Zhang Yan

At that time, she should have realized that she was different from ordinary people, but she hoped that her exorcism was not all pretend, but her eyes were strange when she saw herself.

What exactly does she want to do?

Jiang Futing's mind quickly settled, he opened the notepad on the table, and the more he looked at it, the more agitated he became.

Time, name, number.

It seems very simple, but the thick book fills every row with this information alone.

From six years ago to now, it looks like a name register, and at first he didn't quite understand what the number was, but he looked at it a lot, almost instinctively telling him that each string of numbers represented money.

These numbers are basically five digits, round up to hundreds.

He casually glanced at it and flipped back to the front, catching a name seemingly unintentionally but very sharply.

Ning Qiuyu!

He even fell into the deep ice cave with his entire body.

The time is five years ago, and Ning Qiuyu is right, this is likely to be the account book of human trafficking, and the number behind is the amount of trafficking.

Sixty thousand, a life is only worth sixty thousand?

The slender fingers trembled slightly, and Jiang Futing's heart burned with monstrous and endless anger, almost bursting out of his body.

Behind each of the above is a family, so many names, how many families must have perished.

Can the pains of those people be as high as the mountains of this village?

Even if it is not so high, the mountain is superimposed by flesh and bones with fresh blood, from wailing to the decline of life, helpless, the giant wheel of life is shackled to the last shackles, only countless cold and blood.

Jiang Futing knew that it would definitely sink deeper than this mountain.

He took a deep breath, his slender eyelashes trembling slightly, and he was so restrained that he suppressed the burning emotions in his heart.

He took out his phone and was about to take a picture, but suddenly there was a sound of footsteps outside.

Jiang Futing immediately pinched off the light of his mobile phone, and judged the movement outside with fear.

The footsteps seemed to stop at the door, and he did not dare to hesitate, and his eyes were so quick that he slipped out of the room and returned to his room.

It's just that Zhang Yan seems to be still standing at the gate, suppressing her voice and talking on the phone.

Jiang Futing stuck to the back of the door of his room, and under the silence, the woman's voice was clear to the ear.

Zhang Yan spoke with a hint of indescribable anxiety and eagerness, she secretly looked at the closed door in the room, and continued to the person on the phone:

"Can you do it tomorrow, I just have a young man here who can catch ghosts, he is what you call pure yin physique, I will bring him to you tomorrow!"

"He's asleep." The person on the phone said a lot, Zhang Yan's expression was shaken, but it was quickly replaced by something she feared in her heart, she also wanted money, and the ghost had to be caught!

She continued to fight on the phone, "But, I have a ghost who follows me every day!" I'm not lying! I'm not crazy, you sent me to the hospital half a year ago, but you saw it last time! ”

In the air again

There was silence for a while.

"That compass you gave is useless!" Zhang Yan was eager to explain, but the person on the phone couldn't make sense, and she couldn't even raise the volume of her speech in a hurry, "It can only block for a short time, but that female ghost is going to kill me!" She's going to kill me! ”

The person on the other side noticed her uncontrollable emotions and promised something, and after a while, Zhang Yan's emotions didn't seem to be so anxious, and she relaxed: "Okay! That's it! You promise me! ”

When he paused again, the person on the other side of the phone seemed to ask a question about his name.

Zhang Yan didn't think much about it, and there was nothing worth hiding for her, "That young man's surname is Jiang, let's call Jiang Futing." I don't know if it's going to work, but it looks pretty good. ”

As soon as she finished speaking, the phone was suddenly cut off by the person over there.

Zhang Yan looked at her phone inexplicably, muttered a strange sentence in her mouth, and then put away her phone and walked to the kitchen.

After a while, Jiang Futing stood behind the door and heard the familiar sound of sharpening knives again, probably in the afternoon, and this time the grinding did not stop soon.

His eyelids jumped, and as he approached his side, he jumped back on the bed and pretended to be dizzy out of an attempt to figure out what the woman was trying to do.

The knife slashed against the wall without knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, making a piercing and sharp sound, accompanied by light steps, as if death was carrying his life-killing scythe out of the abyss.

Although Jiang Futing's body has recovered, ordinary women are not any threat to him, but lying there, I don't know what will happen in the next second, my heart still rises to my throat.

The sound of the knife scraping the floor was getting closer, and even the rustle of the leaves around him was muffled by him.

He was careful to breathe steadily, looking peaceful and natural, his handsome face was plain, and he could not see even a trace of ups and downs or emotions, as if an ice sculpture had really fallen into a long sleep.

At this moment, the knife suddenly stopped scraping the wall, and he was like a deaf man, and the world suddenly fell silent.

(End of chapter)