The mad proprietress muttered to herself, and it seemed that with every word she spoke, the innkeeper's face turned pale. The innkeeper rushed to the mad proprietress and grabbed her few hairs, and pushed away viciously: "You crazy woman, what are you muttering!" ”

The mad proprietress screamed miserably, and she broke free and rushed out. She grabbed Xiao Zhuang's arm and smiled darkly: "We are all ghosts, this place, there are ghosts everywhere!" ”

With that, he shook off Xiao Zhuang's arm and disappeared into the darkness. Xiao Zhuang was stunned by the sudden words, and watched them try their best to fish out the body, but Xiao Zhuang immediately stopped it. This kind of thing must be handed over to the police.

Heavy snow closed the road and the signal was interrupted. Everything seemed to be isolated from the world, Xiao Zhuang looked at the innkeeper with a complicated expression and Wang Fei who didn't care, could the murderer really be that crazy woman?

The next day came, and breakfast was not delivered for a long time. Xiaozhuang had no choice but to go out to find the innkeeper, and met Wang Zifei who looked panicked on the way. When he saw Xiao Zhuang, he hesitated a little, and finally walked up to Xiao Zhuang with a dodge warning in his eyes: "As soon as the snow stops, you will leave, don't be nosy." The unexpected warning deepened Xiao Zhuang's doubts, and when Xiao Zhuang found the innkeeper, he found that the middle-aged man had collapsed.

The innkeeper knelt in the kitchen doorway, his face full of tears and snot. He kept kowtowing to a 10,000-year-old tree in the yard, and blood flowed from his forehead.

"Ah Ling, I was wrong. Will you spare me...... Spare me......"

The innkeeper was agitated, not caring that the stone slab in front of him was stained with his blood. Xiao Zhuang secretly said that something was wrong, and hurriedly ran to the kitchen, only to see the mute Master Sun lying on the pot table, his left hand was cut off by a kitchen knife, and a whole pot of blood flowed along the wound. The strong blood made Xiao Zhuang a little dizzy, and something happened again, but the murderer was a human or a ghost?

Xiao Zhuang walked out of the kitchen, and immediately spit out a few mouthfuls of yellow bile water with sour feeling in his chest. There was a perpetual tree planted in the courtyard, and it was it that the innkeeper knelt on.

"Boss Wang, you are the murderer!" Xiao Zhuang suddenly grabbed a farm tool shovel beside him and walked quickly to the evergreen tree.

The innkeeper raised his head, looked at Xiao Zhuang and then at the evergreen tree, and kowtowed again and cried in a long voice: "Ah Ling, I was wrong...... I really know it's wrong......"

Xiao Zhuang frowned and looked at the repentant man, then turned his head and picked up the shovel and slashed under the Ten Thousand Year Tree. After digging for almost half an hour, a white skeleton was finally dug up. With respect for the deceased, Xiao Zhuang carefully picked up the bones and placed them in a clean basket.

At this moment, the mad proprietress rushed over like crazy out of nowhere. She lay on the snow and desperately held the white bones in her arms, and her dull eyes kept shedding tears. She howled like a ghost, hoarse and grief-stricken. The madwoman picked up the cold snow with her frostbitten hands and wiped the white bones with the dirt over and over again, until her dark skin turned a strange red.

"Ah Mei, Ah Mei ......" She hugged the bone in her arms that she didn't know which one it was, and looked up to the sky and howled in pain. Sister, you shouldn't come back...... You ruffian, you beast! ”

The crazy woman glanced at Xiao Zhuang strangely, and suddenly sneered: "Sure enough, God has eyes." ”

It turned out that the white bone was her sister Ah Ling, who was sold to traffickers because her family was poor. Ah Lingren was beautiful and went through several hands, and finally became a prostitute, and only when she was young and old and her face was absent did she inquire about her sister's residence. Ah Ling lent her savings to her married sister to build a large yard and lived in it herself, showing that she was unwilling to marry someone else.

Until one day, brother-in-law Wang ruffian took advantage of his sister to send his son to junior high school, and actually coveted Ah Ling's body and forcibly occupied Ah Ling's body in the middle of the night. Sun Du, who lived in his own house, found out about his evil deeds, and in order to hide the matter, he tricked Sun Dudu into raping Ah Ling again. Although she was once a happy woman, Ah Ling struggled to resist, until Wang Ruffian accidentally strangled the struggling Ah Ling to death.

They buried Ah Ling in the yard and planted it with evergreen. When my sister came home, I found that my sister was missing, and she began to be in a trance. Nightmares all night long, in the dream, Ah Ling's pale face stood alone in front of her bed, constantly calling her name. In the end, the sister who had a nervous breakdown became a crazy woman and was imprisoned in a broken house by the king's ruffian. This level is ten years.

The crazy woman gritted her teeth and glared angrily at Boss Wang, who was kneeling on the ground, because he had harmed her poor sister and was not at peace. After listening to her story, Xiao Zhuang was taken aback, could it be that the murderer was a female ghost, a woman who had been dead for ten years?

The mad woman laughed maniacally, dropped the white bone in her hand, and suddenly pulled out a firewood knife from her back and rushed straight towards the innkeeper's chest. Before Boss Wang, who was surprised, had time to dodge, the firewood knife had already stabbed into his body. Xiao Zhuang didn't have time to stop it, so he saw the scene of Boss Wang's death. The madwoman's eyes suddenly drifted and she gradually fell to the snow. The angry knife just now was like a return to the light, and the crazy woman who fell in the snow at this moment was blooming a strange smile at the sky.

"Who the hell is the murderer?" Xiao Zhuang rushed to the madwoman and asked loudly.

"Huh...... The murderer ......" the madwoman stared at him with an eerie smile before gradually dying.

Xiao Zhuang stood up in a trance, who is the murderer, is there really a ghost? Ah Ling was killed by Boss Wang, but who are Xiaowei and Master Sun?

Xiao Zhuang, who was physically and mentally exhausted, suddenly fainted......

"Woo...... one big hand suddenly covered the woman's mouth, and the other hand tightly choked her neck and gradually tightened. The woman's round eyes looked at him in horror, and then slowly suffocated and died. Carefully take off a woman's clothes like appreciating a work of art, and gently stroke the soft **. Applejack sighed, what a beautiful doll......

Xiao Zhuang was awakened by a start, and when he woke up, he was sitting in the cold snow. Underneath his body was Wang Fei's corpse, and he was looking at him in despair with wide eyes.

Xiao Zhuang's hand was still stuck on his neck, as if it didn't belong to him. He suddenly retracted his hand, looked at the dead prince Fei in horror, and then gradually collapsed in the snow and laughed madly into tears.

"He suddenly understood, who is the real murderer!" The final word of the prefectural decree was made.

I was depressed and asked, "Who is the murderer?" ”

"This Xiaozhuang, that is, the Sanqing Dao people, has schizophrenia." Li Wei stared intently at the army-green tent, and said such a sentence coldly.

I said depressedly, "You're a schizophrenia!" ”

Li Wei said lightly: "I didn't say anything about you." ”

I was about to refute, when suddenly Li Wei's voice changed again: "Prepare to act, they are about to change shifts!" ”

I swallowed what I wanted to say again, and quickly got up and waited.