A week after the auction ended......

In early August, when it was the hottest time in southern China, the afternoon sun was extremely hot, and when I stood under the sun, I only felt dizzy and dizzy, and my skin was about to be sunburned.

Standing on the bridge of the Bishui River, the river surface is rugged, and fishing boats and cargo ships are flowing endlessly. On the riverbank, villagers wearing straw hats come and go, some pulling tricycles, some carrying baskets, and some setting up stalls on the bank.

Half of the summer vacation has passed, but the leisurely time has not yet left. In the busy crowd, there are many young figures. They were laughing and shouting, or they were crouching on the shore, staring at the passing ships in a daze.

Just as the villagers of Huangsha Village were gathering on the shore to move around, or hiding at home to take a summer nap, a rickshaw passed through the sparsely populated market and stopped at the edge of the ancestral hall.

The car contained five large black clay pots, about half a person high, and one person hugged each other. This type of clay pot is very common in rural areas, mainly used to pickle radish and pickle, or to store bacon and bacon.

A man with a sharp beak got out of the car, looked left and right for a while, and pushed the car into the alley next to the ancestral hall while no one was looking. In the corner, he unloaded five clay pots, covered them with a worn cloth, and sprinkled some dirt to disguise them as old ownerless piles.

After doing this, the corners of the man's mouth hooked a sinister arc, and then pushed the tricycle out of the alley, walking unhurriedly towards the outside of the village.

The weather in August is changing, the last moment it is still clear, the next moment it is full of dark clouds, overcast winds, and heavy rain.

"Boom la la ......"

Under the eaves, water curtains are hung. Rain is flowing everywhere and washing the whole world.

It rained until dark. From time to time, a lightning bolt or two streaked across the night sky, and the roaring thunder was heard far away.

"The rain that kills the day still doesn't let people live, and I haven't bought vegetables yet."

In a mud house in Huangsha Village, a stout village woman is complaining about the sudden rainstorm. Looking out the door, bean-sized raindrops hit the ground and splashed in all directions. The yard was pitch black, and with the light in the house, it was impossible to see far.

My husband and son haven't come back yet, and I don't know where to hide from the rain. She hesitated for a moment, but stood up with her hands on the handrail. He took a large umbrella from behind the door, opened it, and walked out of the room towards the side kitchen. She thought to herself, there were still a few eggs in the basket, some green onions cut in the morning, there were still sauerkraut in the jar, and half of the meat she bought yesterday was left in the refrigerator. It's okay to make do with it.

"Crunch ......"

Suddenly, she heard the door open and thought her husband and son had returned. Turning his head, the gate of the courtyard was closed, and no one had returned. Just when she thought she had misheard, she found the kitchen door open.

It could be wind-blowing......

With that in mind, she went into the kitchen, put away her umbrella, and put it aside. This is her own village, and she is not a yellow flower girl, and her family does not have much money, so she never has to worry about attracting people.

She had just turned around and was about to reach out to turn on the light, when a thunderbolt flashed behind her.

"Boom!"

In the deafening thunder, she seemed to see a black shadow, and was suddenly startled, and shouted: "Who! At the same time, he picked up an umbrella in one hand and turned on the light switch with the other.

The dim lights gradually turned on, and the stove, refrigerator, cabinets, and kitchen were empty.

She was stunned, her face like a flatbread with a little astonishment. Perhaps feeling dazzled, she slowly put down her umbrella, then rolled up her sleeves and washed rice to cook.

"Who!"

Suddenly, she felt a wind in the back of her head and jerked her head. Everywhere you look, it's empty, there's nothing. There was a sparse sound of rain outside, and the rain was splashing in through the door, converging into a small stream.

She frowned, picked up the kitchen knife from the cutting board, hunched over, and cautiously moved towards the door.

The courtyard was pitch black, and the light was scattered a few meters away through the beaded raindrops. She looked around, didn't find anything unusual, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and scolded her husband to herself, "Dead ghost, don't come back soon, what time is it now." ”

She cursed, returned to the stove, and continued to wash rice and cook. But I don't know why, she always feels like there are a pair of eyes staring at her behind her.

This feeling made her very uncomfortable, and she even turned her head several times to cut a green onion. Finally, somewhat suspiciously, she closed the kitchen door.

After closing the door, she felt a lot more relieved, took out three eggs from the cupboard, a large bowl, beat the eggs into the bowl, and was about to stir, but suddenly there was a soft sound behind her.

"Crunch ......"

She was so frightened that her hands shook, and the chopsticks "clicked" and fell to the ground.

"Who!"

She screamed and turned around, only to see that the wooden door, which had been closed, was now open, and the mist of rain drifted in.

She subconsciously shrank back, her hands clutching her apron, and staring at the door. After a while, there was not the slightest movement outside, so she plucked up her courage and took two steps forward, but suddenly remembered that she had not taken anything to defend herself.

She hurriedly stepped back, trying to get the kitchen knife on the cutting board, but she couldn't touch the handle of the knife in several places. Looking down, the kitchen knife that was originally in that position was gone!

"Ahh She turned pale with fright and screamed.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Just then, there was a lap in the window.

"Who!" The fat village woman exclaimed again. This window is facing the yard, that is, there are people outside!

"Dead ghost, are you scaring me, believe it or not, the old lady slashed you with a knife!" The fat village woman picked up the rolling pin on the stove and shouted uncontrollably.

It was quiet all around, only the sound of the drizzling rain, and no one answered her.

She slowly approached the window and looked out. In the darkness, a flash of lightning flashed through. In an instant, a pale, puffy, maggot-infested face appeared in front of her. It's so close, separated only by a layer of glass.

"Wow!" The fat village woman was so frightened that she took a few steps back, sat down on the ground, and rolled her rolling pin out of her hand towards the door.

Seeing that she was about to lose her only support, she instinctively rushed over, grabbed the rolling pin, trembled her hands, and clung to it as if she were clutching the last straw.

But as soon as she raised her head, she saw a "person" standing at the door. Ragged clothes, exposed skulls, deep-set eyes, tongues sticking out, and hands full of abscesses leaning against the wall, they moved towards her step by step.

"Ahh

Suddenly, the terrible screams passed through the layers of rain curtains.

In the next few days, strange things happened in Huangsha Village one after another. Two village women died in their homes, their bodies wide-eyed and terrified, as if they had been frightened to death. One escaped by luck and hid in the ancestral hall and did not dare to come out.

After that, two days later, on the seventh day, Zhang Peng received a call from "Huang Shalu Zhishen" Li Dazhuang.

"Brother Peng, there's an accident here, come over and help." Li Dazhuang's anxious voice came from there.

"This ......" Zhang Peng hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Zhuang, what is the matter, you tell me first......" and then added, "You also know that my ability is limited, and I may not be able to help much." ”

"You ......" the other side seemed to be choked up, and then said, "You caused this, you must help." ”

"What's wrong with me?" Zhang Peng said strangely, and then said, "Da Zhuang, we know each other well, but don't button your hat indiscriminately." I, Zhang Peng, abide by the law and never cause trouble. ”

"Just last time, you asked me to find someone to teach that turtle a lesson, remember?" He said angrily.

"You didn't beat you to death. Besides, it's you who beat people, what does it have to do with me? Zhang Peng's ruffian came up and pushed it clean. In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to help, but now that the two sisters are not around, he is a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect himself, and it is better to have more than one thing.

"Two people are dead!" The other side shouted angrily.

"Call the police." Zhang Peng continued to play Tai Chi.

"What else do you want to do when the police are useful? The person who died is the aunt who helped you scold people last time! "I was so angry that I smoked, and there was a "gurgling" sound from the earpiece, I don't know if it was grinding my teeth, or if I was about to pinch the phone.

"In this case, then ...... you talk about it" Zhang Peng couldn't shirk it, so he had to slow down his voice and ask.

Then, Li Dazhuang told him about the strange things that had happened these days.

"You mean, there's a ghost...... No...... Got a paranormal event? Zhang Peng asked.

"It can only be explained in this way, the two aunts were overfrightened and died of myocardial infarction. The police couldn't find anything at all, so they said it was a normal death. Said over there.

"Okay, then you wait, I'll be over right away." "I'm waiting for you in the Li ancestral hall, come quickly."

After hanging up the communication, Zhang Peng rushed over with Lao Huangpi. Li Chunsheng has to help his family buy goods in the afternoon, and he can go there later.

Half an hour later, Zhang Peng met Li Dazhuang in the Li ancestral hall in Huangsha Village, as well as the fat aunt who had scolded Jiang Tao for him.

"I asked an acquaintance in the city to check, and the turtle named Jiang Tao ran a real estate company, and it is said that he has raised several feng shui gentlemen...... Li Dazhuang said.

"It must be him, let those feng shui gentlemen, let the evil magic harm us." The fat aunt said in shock, and then pleaded with a handful of snot and tears, "Pengzi, you have to help, last time it was all for you...... Fast...... Let your wife come and avenge your sisters-in-law......"

"Auntie, don't worry, I'm here." Zhang Peng comforted. But when he said this, he himself didn't believe it. He just wants to get away now, if he can't wipe his face, he really doesn't want to participate.

"What now?" Li Dazhuang asked.

"You send someone to look around to see if any strangers have been here lately, or if there's anything out of the ordeal." Zhang Peng said.

"Stranger...... There are strangers everywhere here, how can you check? Li Dazhuang said in embarrassment. As an urban village in Nanzhou City, there is a large number of immigrants living here, and there is no way to find out.

"What about the anomaly?" Zhang Peng asked.

"What kind of anomaly?" Li Dazhuang asked rhetorically.

"This ......," Zhang Peng glanced at Lao Huangpi, who immediately took over and explained, "It's something unusual, strange, or something that didn't exist in the first place." Even if those evil cultivators want to harm people, they have to have some kind of magic weapon, altar, or other messy things. In short, it is an object as a medium. ”

"Okay, I'll have people ask around." After speaking, Li Dazhuang picked up his mobile phone and contacted the village security committee.