Beilin also glanced at the illusion master: "You say, or will I say it for you?" ”

"Eh!" Master Illusion cried with a sad face: "Ancient Village Chief, actually, in fact, I can only target small tricks, except for the big demon, I don't have that ability." ”

"What?" The ancient village chief suddenly widened his cloudy eyes and stared at the illusion master.

Master Illusion cried and hung his head, not daring to look at the ancient village chief again.

"But, before, didn't you slash the evil qi, and your peachwood sword spurted blood?" The ancient village chief described.

It turned out that a few days ago, this illusion master had done magic in the village, and the whole village saw that when he swung the peachwood sword, blood spurted out of the wooden sword.

Therefore, the people in the village thought that this illusion master was really capable of killing demons and evils, eliminating sneakies, and hiring them with a lot of money.

"What about this blood rice cake?" The ancient village chief pointed to the empty rice cake pot that had been eaten up by Hongtu and questioned the illusion master.

"Aren't all these evil creatures afraid of the blood of black dogs? So, therefore, I poured some black dog blood on the rice cake, thinking that maybe the blind cat would touch the dead mouse, and the demon would come out to make trouble, and it was not necessary to die after eating the blood rice cake. Master Illusion explained.

"Kill this liar! Kill this liar! ”

Everyone in the village was indignant, and the hoe they were holding was about to be smashed at the body of the illusion master.

The ancient village chief also tugged at the collar of the illusion master in annoyance, and roared loudly.

"Enough!" Ming Beilin spoke: "You beat him to death, it won't help, here, it's not a day or two, that thing, after a while, it can't be suppressed, and when the time comes, your village will definitely "see blood." ”

"You?" The ancient village chief looked at Ming Beilin and pursed his lips: "This price, can it?" ”

"Your money is not coming from the right way, is it? If you hand over a little now, you will be able to reduce some of your retribution. Beilin looked sideways at the village chief.

The village chief's eyes widened, and he looked at Ming Beilin in surprise and swallowed his saliva.

It was probably said by Beilin that the money of the people in the village was not coming from the right way.

"Ten thousand taels, not a single one is missing." Beilin's tone was calm, but he didn't give in for half a step.

The ancient village chief looked at the underworld, and then at the villagers behind him.

Immediately after that, he said that he would discuss it for a while.

I saw him turn around and start talking in a vernacular that we didn't understand.

"Shenjun, what are they?" I frowned, feeling that this group of people seemed to be a little unsimple, with fierceness in their eyes.

Beilin shook his head at me slightly, at this moment, it is not easy to talk to me in detail.

I had no choice but to hug Xuan Ling, sit on one side, and accompany Hongtu.

"Sister, I know what they're talking about." Mei'er also sat next to me, muttering in a low voice.

"Really?" I looked at Mei'er.

"This is called the words of earth rats, those who dig graves and dig graves, often say it in the mountains, I have heard it, my father said, these people are making money for the dead." Mei'er whispered in my ear.

When I listened, I immediately understood why Ming Beilin said that their money was coming from the wrong way.

"Okay, 10,000 taels, just 10,000 taels, but I can't give it to you until this matter is done." The ancient village chief looked at the illusion master, with this lesson from the past, they were not willing to hand over the silver taels easily.

Beilin snorted coldly, stared at the ancient village chief, and asked, "If you don't admit it, what should we do?" ”

"Hmph, you are spirit sacrificers, how dare we ordinary people provoke?" The ancient village chief said this in his mouth, but there was a disbelief in his eyes.

These people, the graves of the dead dare to be dug up, what can't they do, and dare to say that they are ordinary people?

"Is it really ordinary?" The corners of Beilin's mouth carried a sarcastic smile.

"It's better to take a step back like this, the village chief will give the adults five thousand taels first, and then the adults will help with the errands, and once the matter is over, the village chief will pay the rest of the money, how about it?" The illusion master became a lobbyist at the moment, helping to make peace.

The ancient village chief frowned and looked at Ming Beilin.

Ming Beilin also stared at him, and said indifferently: "Ten thousand taels, give it immediately, I don't want to, this matter is stopped, but no matter how much money you have, you can't bring it into the coffin, even if you bring it in, I'm afraid you can't keep it." ”

Beilin was unwilling to take half a step back, he wanted to get the money immediately.

"Good!" When the village chief heard this, he actually nodded in agreement, and, with a wave of his hand, motioned to the villagers under his command to drag the illusion master down first.

"Eh, what are you going to do? Let go, let go! The Master of Illusion shouted for help.

"Give them back the money, and you can go." I looked at the Phantom Master and said.

The illusion master shook his head: "No, these are what I deserve." ”

This illusion master has reached such a juncture, and he still refuses to "spit out" the money.

"Don't give? Drag it down, beat him hard, and search for his baggage! After the village chief turned his face, he was indeed a little scary, and his face was murderous.

Master Illusion shouted, saying that the ancient village chief was lynching, and the ancient village chief didn't care.

walked directly in front of Ming Beilin, and made a gesture of please to Ming Beilin, wanting to talk to Ming Beilin alone.

"This is my wife, not an outsider, what are you doing, tell me directly." Ming Beilin sat down, and the ancient village chief motioned to his subordinates to serve tea and pastries.

Seeing that Ming Beilin picked up the cup, he opened his mouth and informed Ming Beilin of the "strange things" in the village.

"A month ago, the ladies in the village began to become unusual, they didn't dare to go out during the day, they talked nonsense at night, and my daughter-in-law almost killed my son Zhanxi." After the village chief finished speaking, he waved to the side, and a tall man in his forties with dark skin walked over.

This is Gu Zhanxi, the son of the village chief, and the village chief Gu motioned to him to show us the scar.

Gu Zhanxi lifted his collar, and I saw an extremely long scar.

"This was cut with a knife?" I looked at the scabbed wound and thought to myself, if I used a knife, the other party really wanted to kill him, the wound couldn't be so shallow, and it didn't hurt the meridians.

"It was scratched out with a fingernail, originally there were three lines, the deepest in the middle, and after the dressing next to it, it was a little shallower." After the ancient village chief finished speaking, he stared at the underworld: "Before, the liar said that my daughter-in-law should be a demon that night, what do you think?" ”

"Demon upper body? The women in your village are happening one after another, are these abnormalities happening? Ming Beilin took a sip of tea and asked the village chief unhurriedly.

The village chief nodded and said that this matter started with his daughter-in-law, and at first he thought it was his daughter-in-law, but he suddenly lost his mind and went crazy.

However, after her daughter-in-law "committed this disease", the whole village appeared one after another, and the ladies in the family killed their men.

Although no one died, the whole village could not live in peace.

"What about the women? Where is it now? I asked.

"It's all locked up in the ancestral hall." When the ancient village chief talked about these women, his face was gloomy.