The female ghost was attracted by my voice, and when she looked back at nothing, her eyes were full of resentment, and I took the opportunity to put the yin-yang charm on my chest.

A terrible scream sounded again, and the tongue that had been wrapping around me was released, and the female ghost floated backwards.

Seeing this, I hurriedly got up from the ground, ran all the way, and looked back from time to time to see if the female ghost had caught up, and before I took a few steps, I hit the thundercloud head-on, and he exclaimed: "Zhengxin, what's wrong with you?" Why is there blood on your hands? ”

I looked down and saw that my hands were really full of blood, so I wiped my hands indifferently and said, "It's okay, the female ghost is behind, let's run, what about Acha?" ”

"Atcha is in front, we found a haystack to hide, I'm afraid that you will come to you first if you have something." Thundercloud Road.

"Alright, let's go."

I didn't think much about it and ran away with the thunderclouds, and after receiving Acha, the three of us ran towards the outside of the village, and suddenly Acha stopped and said, "Something is wrong, the front is not outside the village, it seems to be a cemetery." ”

It was then that I could see that not far in front of us there were several visibly raised dirt bags, and we had run to the grave.

The three of us stood in front of the grave as if we were petrified, and this was a female ghost running backwards, and a graveyard was running forward, and we were stuck here for a while and didn't know how to advance or retreat.

I glanced up at the sky, the blood moon was already halfway over, and then I looked at the time on my phone that it was close to twelve o'clock, could it be that today is the blood moon? And not tomorrow?

"Here you go, wipe the blood off your hands, you really look like a murderer who just killed someone." Out of nowhere, Thundercloud pulled out a handkerchief and handed it to me.

I took the handkerchief with a pair of mandarin ducks embroidered on it, looked at Lei Yun suspiciously, and asked, "Where did you get this handkerchief?" ”

Lei Yun shrugged his shoulders and replied: "I picked it up on the side of the road, it was when I escaped before, and I don't know who threw it there, I thought it was clean and put it away." ”

I wiped the blood on my hands with a handkerchief, and suddenly the mournful cry of the female ghost came from behind me, and before I had time to think about it, the three of us ran to the grave in one go.

We were relieved to hide in the shadows until we saw the female ghost fluttering past us, but we found that the female ghost had an extra human head on her hand.

The blood-drenched human head, a pair of frightened eyes before death, it was Zhang Ziqin, she was actually dead!

I don't know what happened to the four of them, but Zhang Ziqin's death was particularly terrifying, obviously very frightened.

"Zhang Ziqin's death is too miserable, right? Will they be okay then? Thundercloud asked.

I shook my head and said, "I don't know, I think Zhang Ziqin was pushed out by Su Cheng again as a substitute for the dead." ”

"Why Sioux City?" Atcha asked.

"Xiao Tian and Zhang Ziqin are boyfriend and girlfriend, even if something happens to Xu Xiaoqiong, he will not ruthlessly push Zhang Ziqin out, who else can there be besides Su Cheng." I said disapprovingly.

The three of us walked to the depths of the grave with all our eyes, and suddenly I stumbled and almost fell to the ground, but fortunately the thunderclouds helped me.

I looked down at a can of porcelain, and Atcha seemed to notice my strangeness, looked at my feet and exclaimed, "Why is this jar so familiar?" ”

"What's wrong?"

"The style of this clay pot seems to be used to hold ashes, and in the past, poor people used this similar clay pot to hold ashes when they didn't have money to buy land, how could it be here?"

Don't say that Atcha doesn't understand, even I don't understand, I haven't seen the form of ashes in a clay pot for a long time, and the worst thing is to sweep the corpse with grass, how can it be contained in a clay pot?

At this moment, there was a strange sound in the clay pot, the hijab collapsed with a thud, and a withered hand came out of it, and he slowly crawled out of the clay pot, but it was only one hand.

I suddenly saw a line written on the palm of the ghost hand, "When the blood moon comes, all things are lost." ”

Before I could figure out what this meant, there was a noise from several clay pots around me, it was no longer safe here, and I was afraid that if I hid any longer, I would be devoured by these ghost hands.

Ghost hands from all sides came out of the clay pot, but they didn't attack us, and there was a line of words carved into the palms of their hands.

"The gods guard the village and give us everything."

"The customs of the village for hundreds of years cannot be changed by you, and the sacrifice must be completed in the blood moon."

"For journalists who document real customs? Oh, you are here for the sacred things we are guarding in the temple, false human. ”

After reading them one by one, I was stunned in place, this seems to be the village chief talking to reporters, the holy relics in the temple? What exactly? Did Ah He and Yang Tianbao also come for this holy relic?

What exactly is the identity of a journalist? Why did he go and return, was it really his conscience who found it and came back to save them, or did he know about the holy relics in the temple?

What kind of secrets are hidden in the ancient village?

At this time, Lei Yun and Atcha also followed and said, "They should be the people who died tragically in the village, but they don't understand who put their ashes in jars." ”

I said, "The people in the village were all killed by female ghosts, they thought that she would not have such a big grudge, and they thought that the holy relics in the temple would always protect them, but why did the female ghost stay here after killing the whole village?" That's where I couldn't figure it out. ”

Atcha said: "I think the death of the female ghost is not so simple, the ancient village has always kept the rules to sacrifice the living to the temple, it stands to reason that everyone will not die voluntarily, why do they have no resentment, but the female ghost is resentful and kills everyone?" ”

I nodded in agreement, "That's right, it's impossible for a female ghost to have the ability to devour the entire village. ”

Thundercloud's face suddenly changed and he looked at me and said, "Do you think it could be that they didn't perform a living sacrifice in the Blood Moon, and the anger enshrined in the temple killed the whole village?" ”

"It's possible." I suddenly remembered a human being: "It could also be a witch, and we haven't figured out the relationship between witches and ghosts and journalists." ”

It was not advisable to stay long, we did not stay long, and as we went elsewhere, a clay pot gurgled and rolled from our feet until we could no longer see it.

Anything could happen in this situation, it wasn't necessarily an ordinary jar, and I gave Atcha a look and pulled the thundercloud into the grass next to it.

"Something is wrong with this jar, it's not like the jar we saw before, everyone be careful." I lowered my voice and said, when I wanted to touch the ghost talisman from my pocket, I found that it was empty, and I remembered that the talisman paper on my body had been used up in the previous few days.

The three of us each looked at each other, observing the movements around us, and a solemn atmosphere lingered on us.