"What is this?" Aunt Tuhao looked at a scarecrow tied not far away, and wondered, "Insect proof?" ”

The scarecrow is about 1.5 meters, supported by a long black stick, stuck in the farmland, with a carrot tied to his nose, and a long smile painted with white paint, and two black briquettes poked at the eye socket, which looks both funny and weird.

"According to the townsman, this is called the god of ceres, the god of harvest in Tom Town, and with it, the climate of the town is like spring all year round." The Asian tour guide translated.

"Capitalism also has people who believe in evil and outsiders, it's really an eye-opener!" Another local tyrant's aunt said with emotion, "It's still good for our country, what bulls, ghosts, snakes, and magic powers to defeat you." ”

"Alright, everyone, keep up, now the townsfolk will take you to the local barbecue, and milking goats."

A group of aunts suddenly lit up their eyes, and they followed with their eyes, but they didn't notice it, and the scarecrow behind them blinked, and their smiles became even more weird.

"This is the lake of the dead?" Tang Long pointed to the crystal clear water in front of him and asked.

"This is here, according to Xu Xiaoou, his father is an art teacher, and as soon as he came here, he was fascinated by the scenery here, and he had to come to sketch."

Tang Long looked around, the scenery was really good, green mountains and green waters, birds chirping lightly, the sky was much better than his hometown in the haze, and there were seven or eight wooden houses built on the other side of the river, which should be local fishermen or townspeople living alone.

Since the law determined that Mr. Jiaoshu, that is, Xu Kai, had committed suicide, and there was no scene of the murder bank blocked by the police station nearby, the two of them went around a few times, and on the east bank of the lake, they found a sketch board with an unfinished half-painting on it.

"There are no traces of drag nearby, ruling out the possibility of homicide, from this angle. The amplitude of the slope is not large, and it will not be a stumble," Tang Long frowned: "Suicide, what normal person would deliberately run to the United States to kill himself."

"There should be a monster that can manipulate people's hearts, or bodies, right under the water."

"Shall we go into the water, then?" Flea said curiously.

"Of course not, that's the main battlefield of monsters." Tang Long glanced at the other party speechlessly, "Let's find the nearby residents first, inquire about the history, and study the types of monsters." ”

On the other side, the town archives -

"Hello. FBI," a blonde woman in a ponytail and a suit pulled out a ID.

“FBI?” The old man at the doorman put on his reading glasses suspiciously, "What's the matter?" ”

"I'm Jo, this is my brother Joe, we want to investigate a serial murder case, the clues have been found here, and we need to pull up the archival records of the town's history."

She pointed to a large man next to her, her short hair standing on end. He grinned and made a funny expression.

"OK, sir's request."

The old archivist turned around and opened the door. A puff of dust rises and drifts away with the wind, from the time of the opening of the wasteland to the present, all history. It's all on the shelves in this column.

"So much?" Jo grows his mouth.

"Uh, I suddenly realized I was urinating, get out for a bit." Joe straightened his crotch. After making a lewd move, he trotted away.

"FUCK, I want to be lazy again," as a younger sister, jo, the blonde girl, raised her middle finger without hesitation.

After hours of searching, Joe threw away the last document and rubbed his eyes: "So, this was originally a tribe of Indians?" The army that cleared the land built the railroad here, and then killed all the locals? ”

"That's right, that's what my father told me," said the old archivist, taking a sip of his tea.

"Why kill them all, they attack the army, poison them? Or sabotage the railway? ”

"No, just because they are Indians, and in that crazy era, Indians were the representatives of evil."

"It's so weird, it's because of the color of their skin?" Jo had an incredulous expression.

"That's right, and then there was a plague here, and luckily a cowboy named Coulson got here!"

"Wait, wait, you said everyone in the tribe was killed, where were their bodies buried? Or cremated! Joe interrupted.

Back to the Lake in the Woods -

"What! Was this originally a corpse pit? "The grasshopper said incredibly.

"That's right, according to my grandfather, the villains, thieves, and people of color were all buried in it, until when the mountain was blown up to open the railway, a river was accidentally blown up, and it flowed through here, and it became a lake." A kind-faced middle-aged woman explained while knitting a sweater.

"It's a lake of corpses." Tang Long muttered to himself, said goodbye to the woman, walked out, and opened the Western Monster Encyclopedia, this kind of monster, recorded in the book, should be the spirit of water resentment.

'The spirit of water resentment, a type of resentful spirit, is formed by the gathering of soul fragments in corpses, and the more corpses, the greater the possibility of transformation; The great thing is that there is no body, it can manipulate the water source, and the systematic evaluation is in B+. ’

Seeing this, Tang Long was in pain, he knew that it was better to deal with that low-level devil, this guy was not much easier to deal with than the devil, the key was that physical attacks were ineffective against it.

"Looks like we're going to have to prepare in advance."

Before dark, Tang Long and Grasshopper each came back with two iron buckets, which contained all kinds of dead fish that had been cut open and bought from nearby fishermen, and the smell of blood was particularly strong.

The blood of the dead, locusts, and flies were added to it, and they were stirred together, these things, according to the book, were the favorite of the resentful spirits, and Tang Long himself didn't know if it had any effect.

The book also says that if you want to deal with the evil spirit, you can only burn it to death when it is completely materialized, and the exorcism rune drawn from holy water and goat's milk can be burned to death.

"I'll ask you again, with your strength, it's a big risk to do things with me, and it's too late to quit now," Tang Long turned his head to look at the young man.

The grasshopper only hesitated slightly, and then said firmly: "Senior, I am willing."

He himself knows that it is the best opportunity to be involved with this veteran, even if it takes some risks, but it is worth it, the strength and character of the other party, in his opinion, are all first-class, and it is the kind of good thigh that will not be trampled to death.

"Okay, then go according to the plan."

After speaking, Tang Long poured the whole of the filthy blood debris in the bucket into the water, and the originally clear water surface was suddenly stained with a layer of blood, and the sediment slowly fell, looking at it nervously, this is the key first step, just see if the fish can't be hooked.

After about three minutes, round and round ripples appeared, followed by blisters, as if there was an invisible fish in the water, devouring the objects.

'Hooked!' ’

And in the vicinity of the lake, two figures flashed by.

"An eighth of the seals have been broken."

"What the hell did you put out there!"

I saw that in mid-air, there were several gray gases circling, mixed with a black line, which fell violently and landed where Tang Long had just come.

Black women weaving wool, middle-aged fishing, including an elderly couple walking through their eyes, mouth, nose, and burrowing into their bodies, trembling violently.

The eyes of several people opened at the same time, their pupils were all gray, and a strange smile appeared on their faces, looking at the middle-aged man in the middle, his eyes were completely black.

"Liberation hell, knight's order."

"Let's go!"

At the same time, the water waves became more and more intense, and the blood and black water, as if spiritual, converged in the middle, and finally turned into a human form and straightened up...... (To be continued......)

PS: Hey, jo and joe, the prototype is easy to guess