"Three years ago, a descendant named Zhang Yan in the village got married, which was originally a great joy, but I didn't expect the groom Zhang Yan to die on the marriage bed in the middle of the night, and the symptoms of the corpse were exactly the same as those of Wang Zhongxi, a woodcutter three hundred years ago, and it also became like a ripe strawberry, and the skin was full of huge blood lumps, bright red like clotted fat! The bride Li Lan was so frightened that she couldn't say anything, and only repeated two words in her mouth: 'Blood God, Blood God', and a few months later she hanged herself due to depression! The Public Security Bureau has investigated the tragedy that happened in the new house, but it has no clue and can only conclude that it is 'food poisoning', but the source of the poison has not been found. The villagers attributed this to the work of the blood god, so they reopened the ancestral hall and raised fragrant chickens for sacrifices...... "The old god gushed a lot.

"No wonder the peasants killed their fragrant chickens, they would have such a big reaction!" Heng Qi suddenly realized.

"The Public Security Bureau's idea of solving the case is correct, it is indeed a symptom of some kind of poisoning, but it is absolutely impossible to be food poisoning, there must be another reason!" Liu Yong analyzed.

I suddenly sat up from the bamboo mat and held up the flashlight that Heng had bought, shining it on the dusty statue of the "Blood God". There was too much dust for me to see clearly, so I walked around the coffin, walked under the statue, and gently swept away some of the dust with a broom......

"Oh my God, what kind of monster is this?" Heng Qi and the others all screamed in horror.

It turned out that the statue was not a person, but a vertical barrel-shaped object, the upper and lower ends were slightly smaller, the middle was slightly bulging, the diameter was half a meter, and the height was about one meter two, and a normal development child of six or seven years old was about the same height, no head, no hands and feet, but it seemed to be a silkworm chrysalis magnified ten million times, very strange and weird, no wonder they would be so surprised!

"Needless to say, the so-called blood god is likely to be a mutated leech, Wang Zhongxi three hundred years ago and the unlucky groom Zhang Yan three years ago must have been bitten to death by leeches, leeches are very common, in the ponds and paddy fields in the south. Liu Yong began to express his lofty arguments again.

"Leeches only suck blood, they don't cause that kind of clotted blood clot on a person's body!" the farmer retorted.

"It can't be a leech, maybe some unknown creature. Xie Ke also interjected.

"It's not a creature! If it's just an ordinary creature, it won't be called a god! Since it's a blood god, it must be something mysterious and unpredictable!" said the old Shinto.

"And what do you say?" asked the farmer rhetorically.

The old god glanced at me, and stopped talking: "If I say it, Kesi will definitely scold me......"

"I see what you mean, you're talking about 'ghosts,' right?" the farmer scoffed.

As soon as the peasant's words fell, a crisp sound suddenly sounded from the coffin. Not only were the peasants startled, but the rest of the people were also stunned.

"Monkey, didn't you catch all the toads in the coffin?" Xie Ke's girlfriend Liu Ting questioned Xie Ke.

Xie Ke defended: "It's all caught, but the company also used an ever-bright lamp to shine it and confirm it!"

"Kesi, have you caught all the toads?" asked Heng Qi.

"Yes. I nodded.

"What the hell was this noise just now?" Heng Qi, Liu Yong, the peasants and others all scratched their heads.

"Isn't that chicken alive?" Gao Weizhen wondered.

"Zhenzhen, don't say it so badly, that chicken's head was smashed by the peasants, how can it still live?" Jiang Rulan sneered.

"Could it be the sound of the coffin board itself expanding and contracting?" I said.

As soon as my words fell, there were several rings in the coffin, and it was obvious that the chicken was struggling inside!

"Damn, there's a living ghost, that chicken is really alive!" Heng Qi screamed in horror.

"Open it and see, what the hell is it?" Xie Ke roared, and rushed forward to push the coffin lid.

"Yes, what the hell is going on!" Heng Qi, Liu Yong, and the peasants also stepped forward to help, and the four of them worked together to lift the heavy cedar coffin lid to the ground, and then several heads were thrown into the coffin together......

Oh my God, I saw that the red silk that had wrapped the carcass of the chicken was flattened at the bottom of the coffin, and there was a clear humanoid mark on the red silk, as if someone had just been lying down. And the chicken was gone, leaving only a few feathers in the corner of the coffin!

What the hell is going on? How could such a strange thing happen? Where did the dead chicken go? Who flattened the red silk? What happened to the human marks on the red silk?

Everyone's head was stirred into a pulp, and everyone felt a chill in their body......

"Evil! really evil...... "Heng Qi's upper and lower teeth shuddered.

"It's the god of blood! it's the god of blood, and it's the old man who has come, and it's eaten this chicken!" the peasant muttered with a glazed gaze.

I was also shocked by this, and I, who have always prided myself as a materialist, couldn't help but have a disobedient thought at this moment: Is there really a so-called ghost in this world? I wanted to ask Zhou Hong's opinion, but she seemed to ignore what was happening in front of her, and only focused on the radar scanning signal of the handheld terminal......

At this time, there was a gong sound from the nearby farmhouse, and a firecracker sounded, and then the woman's wail sounded, and the miserable grievance was simply terrifying!

"I don't know where someone died. The peasant looked in the direction where the wailing was coming from palpitatingly.

"This place is too terrible, let's get out of here, or we'll be killed here by the ghosts......," Heng Qi shouted.

Distraught, I was finally stimulated by Hengqi's words, and I shouted, "How can there be ghosts in this world?

I rushed forward, grabbed the red silk spread out at the bottom of the coffin, and slammed it up: "I don't believe that there are really dead people lying in this coffin......"

Unexpectedly, I lifted it, and a figure sat up under the red silk, because this figure rose too suddenly, not me, everyone's vision was strongly impacted, and everyone exclaimed in unison: "Yo ......"

My heart was pounding with horror - for the first time I'd been through so much, my heart was beating faster.

However, when I saw who this figure was, my nervous heart relaxed suddenly, and at the same time I shouted angrily, "Why are you?"

It turned out that this person was Huang Ranran!

"Oh, it's Huang Run!" Liu Yong exclaimed.

"No, he's not Huang Ranran, he's an evil spirit!" Heng Qi shouted.

"Hit him, beat him!" Xie Ke and the peasant each held a wooden stick and beat him!