Following the underpass, as before, I walked to the side of the hill outside the village.

Jian decided to ask those college students to hurry to the neighboring village for help and contact the boatman's family. As for calling the police, Jian Jue shook his head and reluctantly explained that the more or less obscure deeds in the entire village could not be reported to the police.

At this time, Li Zhonglou looked at the dim village, and a little light was still on. Bright like a faint breath, flickering and flickering.

Jian Jue and Li Zhonglou returned to the village, the early morning night had fogged, the village was hazy, the visibility was very low, and the flashlight of the mobile phone could not shine far. Jian Jue bit a small flashlight in his mouth and looked at the information in his hand. That old Taoist photo is very old, and whether it is looking at the cloth clothes or the headdress, it is the old Tao of the general Taoist temple. Later, when the Cultural Revolution occurred, neither the Taoist priests nor the Church of Our Lady here should have left.

That can be ascertained, the two people who claimed to be Taoist priests were later.

Jian Jue said vaguely, "I can't do it with this IQ, I want to take one step at a time." ”

"What do you mean?" Li Zhonglou helped him get a stack of materials.

"It's not important what we're going through now, it's about figuring out what the puppet show is all about. According to previous film and television materials, when there was a war, many people fled from southern Fujian, and these villages used to make a living by craft. So at that time, the craftsmen of the Linhai city generation hid here. The news on the dark web said that there was once a troupe with unique skills, and the shadow puppet play did not use threads, but it was also vivid on animal skins. "A lot of the information in Jian Jie's hand is downloaded from the inside of the dark web," In addition to craftsmen running here, there are also missionary foreign devils. If you think about it, foreigners are very interested in these Chinese things, and I suspect that foreigners want to use shadow puppetry to bring their puppets to life. ”

"How did you come back to life?" Li Zhonglou frowned and flipped through the information.

"Shadow puppets are made of human skin, and the blood of people with similar personalities is used to make paint, so that the soul of a person after death is left and he thinks he is still alive. In this way, it is attached to the shadow puppet and controls the characters of the shadow puppet play through the rhythm of the gong. Then you say.... And what about puppets? Aren't all routines the same? After Jian Du finished speaking, he licked his dry lips, he thought of those dolls, puppets and puppets, and felt that they all had one thing in common, as much as they looked like people.... But it will never be human.

"The foreigner may have succeeded, using an unknown method, even a puppet can detonate souls..., like an American horror movie. That's it, dead silence. Then we conclude that during the Cultural Revolution, those folk magic methods were interrupted for a while. Later, in the eighties, when the village was completely closed, two foreign Taoist priests came. They should know what is in this village, and the method of refining zombies is what they brought themselves, and in exchange, they may want to know what the craftsman left behind. As for making statues of evil gods, burying them as gods and controlling the lifeblood of the village...... This set is very much like the style of a cult. Jian Jue smiled, and he said to Li Zhonglou, "That's what I mean, the two of us may have to face two old cowards." Do you know those cults? It has existed for a long time, and it is more disgusting than charlatans. ”

"I understand. You can ask for more money for this. After Li Zhonglou finished speaking, he laughed softly. Then, his face sank again, and he didn't know if he was sure. "No wonder you can be a ghost detective, you can still analyze."

"Brother Li, we have a saying here, generally there is a group of people for one ghost, so the real purpose of the ghost detective is to investigate the truth of the yang world." Jian Jue said.

The two men walked to the other end of the village, only to see the Church of Our Lady, also in a small courtyard. There are traces of rebuilding in the back, and a new signboard has been erected for the Church of Our Lady.

The two climbed over the wall and went in, but the courtyard was empty, and nothing was placed.

There are three rooms in the courtyard, the left is where the parishioners meet, and the right one is the priest's quarters. But there are no parishioners here, and there are no priests. The middle room is a little higher, and after a few steps, and by looking at the door and the decorations at the door, you will know that it is the church inside.

Jian Jue looked at Li Zhonglou and asked him if he wanted to go in.

Li Zhonglou swept the flashlight and found that the door of the church was not locked at all, but the door was slightly hidden.

"The other party may be prepared." Li Zhonglou reminded Jian Zhu softly.

"Then let's go straight in." Jian Jue said solemnly, and walked up the steps, but pointed at the door with his finger. As soon as his fingers touched the door, he retracted, "The door, it's ice." ”

"Nonsense." Li Zhonglou kicked with his foot, and the door opened.

He was both shocked by the scene in front of him at the same time. The original church was changed beyond recognition, and there was a statue of a Taoist god standing in the middle, but it was not Lao Tzu or Tianzun. The church is surrounded by smoke, and if you smell it carefully, there is a faint scent of sandalwood. The church was lit by candles on the altar, only the stage was the brightest, and the audience was dark.

With their backs to Jian Jie, Li Zhonglou's two people wearing short clothes were meditating on this idol. They were very quiet, like dead things, completely undisturbed by the two people who suddenly broke in, and they were also like out-of-body spirits.

Jian Jue took out a strong light and shook it at them, and shouted: "Don't pretend to be a ghost, two half-immortals, don't cultivate immortals first, you are not Taoist priests!" ”

The second half of Jian Du's sentence seemed to be heard, and one of them opened his throat and shouted in a tone: "Little brother said this, isn't it assimilated by the world." Don't listen to other people's slander, just talk about your own integrity. As soon as this sound came out, the echo was bursting, and it did not stop around the beam.

"Whew!" Jian Jue turned his head, but he didn't dare to speak loudly.

"Everyone earns money, and they have fun with the world, little brother," both of them spoke with a little Sichuan-Chongqing accent, "Huh? Everyone is on the same path, but the path is different. ”

"So we don't conspire with each other... What are you going to say, speak well! Jian Jue slowly approached them, not daring to relax his nerves.

Li Zhonglou's knife was also in his hand, and he followed behind Jian Jie.

Walking behind the two, the two stopped talking. Jian Jue seemed to feel that something was wrong, took a step back, threw a small flashlight over, and directly knocked the man's head off, like a ball, and rolled to the side with a grunt.

Some of the sounds of electricity came out of my clothes, and I could hear them when I got closer.

Jian Jue understood that he had been tricked.

Behind them, there was the sound of the door being slammed open, followed by a few footsteps, and the sound of chains dragging on the floor. The wind of opening the door is even more welcoming to a rotten and stale fishy smell. The sound of some copper coins rang loudly, making Jian Jue and Li Zhonglou take a sensitive breath of cold air.

Turning around, facing away from the night and the fog, two old men with long faces and long beards, one of them with a bell, a talisman, and a zombie with a copper coin lock chain all over his body. The faces of the two were like dried corpses, and there was no blood at all. One had black and shiny hair, and the other was already full of silver hair.

Jian Jue looked at the two puppets beside him, and said a little angrily: "Damn, you're still playing high-tech." ”

"Two little brothers, your morality is completely inconsistent with the teachings of our religion." One of them has the same voice as the puppet's body.

“... I really don't want to listen to them dragging texts, pretending to be Taoist priests and pretending not to be. Jian Jue leaned over and muttered disdainfully to Li Zhonglou.

The two old men unhurriedly loosened the chains, and the zombie began to take its own stiff steps step by step, like a prisoner with shackles, and was escorted by the two to an unknown execution ground. Presumably the chain is leading, and the zombies behind them begin to use jumping.

"Doctor....?" Jian Jie's voice trembled a little, and he naturally recognized the accessories and tattered clothes on the zombie's body, because he was too impressed.

Another silver-haired old man laughed viciously, and made a shrill voice at the top of his voice, "Huh? Recognizable huh? Brother? ”

Li Zhonglou held his talisman in his hand, and the knife in his hand was quietly opened, and the blade of the knife was a little brighter. His brow tightened unconsciously when he heard the village doctor on the other side.

"This village, it's still good. So many folk magic leaves this, don't you want to be impressed? The silver-haired old man said, "Stay here, tsk, just like the Emperor of the Earth." But you're also lucky enough to be in time for the final stage of the corpse refining - the Devourer. ”

The zombie jumped into the middle of the two teams, and Jian Jue's brain suddenly went blank, he had never faced a zombie of this level at all. And ordinary swords and guns can't hurt it, but ordinary talismans can't stop him.

The ghost detective's talismans are all begged for everywhere, and he can draw a little bit himself, but he can't refine talismans. And the talismans given by others are very conventional uses, and I didn't expect to meet zombies at all.

However, neither team expected that a figure wielding a firewood knife suddenly ran outside the door and shouted: "I will kill you!" He swung it down and slashed at the shoulder of the black-haired old man.

"Ahh A scream accompanied by blood.

The old man twisted his face, opened his skull eyes, and said in disbelief, "It's you!" ”

Jian Jue saw that the person was the village chief, with red eyes and sweaty face.

"You said my mother couldn't do it! She bit my wife to death! The village chief was already furious, and a tear the size of a bean was shaken down with his trembling face. He had no strength, so he slashed vigorously with the firewood knife, and was rolled to the ground by the two old men to hide.

"What's the situation?" Jian Jue didn't react, but Li Zhonglou kicked the zombie that jumped up a little away. Jian Jue was instinctively forced back by the oncoming foul smell.

Li Zhonglou stabbed at him, and the zombie just froze in place for a second or two. I saw a green liquid flowing from the zombie's forehead, soaking through the rune paper, almost dissolving the rune paper.

"What?" He hadn't even seen Li Zhonglou, he was a little nervous, and he dodged sideways, and dodged the zombie again.

When the village chief on that side saw the zombie, he knelt on the ground in a daze and howled: "This is the thing!" I'm so foolish that I believe you! You brutes! ”