The group of three people walked along the mountain road to Baishui Village.

On the way, Mo Yan said: "I think this matter should be brought to the people of the Homeland Security Bureau." ”

Da Li immediately understood what he meant, and said, "You mean, this case is of the same nature as the epidemic in the Folk Village?" ”

Mo Yan said: "I can't be sure, but I vaguely feel this way." ”

Yue Yue behind him said, "What are you two talking about?" Could it be that Jiang Dayong's death was caused by a virus? ”

The inside story of the epidemic in the folk village, until this time, is still strictly kept secret from the outside world. Of the people in the seven places, only a few people vaguely know some inside information. A purely civilian staff like Yue Yue was also kept in the dark.

Mo Yan smiled and sighed: "It's also a virus, the world is gradually changing, and many things that shouldn't come out ......"

At this point, he shook his head, but he stopped talking.

As his cultivation improved, his understanding of the end of the Dharma era also deepened. At first, he thought that the end of the Dharma era was only for monks, and had nothing to do with ordinary people. But now it seems that the era of the end of the law contains not only the lack of heaven and earth aura, but also the entire era, including the living environment, which is gradually coming to an end.

The concrete symptom of this gradual change is the gradual growth of the aura of calamity, and the aura of yin and evil is ready to stir.

For example, Jiang Dayong's death, when Mo Yan listened to Da Li's story, he almost immediately decided that this person was possessed by some kind of evil spirit. In layman's terms, it is a ghost......

Speaking of which, he also grew up in a mountain village, and has heard countless rural legends about ghosts and other things, but they are basically nonsense. Either it's a false rumor, or it's a scary ghost story made up specifically for a while, but recently. From the corpse in the folk village to the appearance of Xiao Yunluo, and then to the encounter with Jiang Dayong in Baishui Village, it is all Mo Yan's personal experience.

And these things, except for Yunluo, can actually be attributed to the growing of calamity and evil qi.

The most important thing is that these are just Mo Yan's personal experiences, and this world is so big, there are definitely many similar things. I don't dare to say that there are every day, but it is definitely much more than Mo Yan knows!

"A leaf can know autumn, this world is no longer the world of the past......"

Mo Yan sighed in his heart, and the aura of heaven and earth gradually lost. The five elements are not solid, and they are unable to suppress calamities and evil spirits, causing them to gradually breed. Natural disasters such as earthquakes, tsunamis, and volcanic eruptions will become more frequent over time. All kinds of evil spirits like corpses will gradually appear, corroding the human body.

Of course. This change did not happen overnight, and its time unit is at least a hundred years, if not a thousand years. Just as the birth and evolution of the earth is measured in hundreds of millions of years, even if it begins to age, it cannot enter the so-called end times overnight.

A few people walked and talked. Seven or eight miles of mountain road was quickly completed, at the foot of the mountain in front. It was their destination, Whitewater.

After entering the village, Da Li met with people from the city bureau at the village committee.

The person left behind by the city bureau in Baishui Village was an old policeman in his fifties, quite capable, he shook hands with Da Li and his party, and asked, "Team Li, where do you plan to start?" ”

Da Li said: "Let's go to Jiang Dayong's house first." Maybe you can find some clues. ”

The old policeman said, "Do you want to go now?" Why don't you wait a minute, there are a lot of people in that place now. It's not your average bustle. ”

Da Li asked, "What's going on?" ”

The old policeman explained with a wry smile: "After Jiang Dayong died, the people in the village thought that he must have provoked unclean things, so they found monks and Taoist priests to exorcise evil spirits in Jiang Dayong's courtyard......

Yue Yue was surprised: "Isn't it?" Invited both monks and Taoist priests? One is a Taoist, the other is a Shijia, the Tao is not the same, they still have to fight? ”

The old policeman smiled: "You are the old yellow calendar...... Now as long as money is given, it is not unusual for monks and Taoists to recite scriptures on the same stage. ”

Yue Yue looked at Da Li and said, "Leader, why don't we go over now." I've never seen an exorcism or something. ”

Da Li looked at Mo Yan and said, "Let's go over and have a look?" ”

Mo Yan smiled: "Let's go our separate ways, I'll go to the pond where Jiang Dayong went before he died......

The reason why he proposed this was actually because he had just discovered that the mark he had left on Du Que's body was near the pond at the moment.

The old policeman asked, "Do you know where that pond is?" Do you want me to take you there? ”

Mo Yan said: "When I came, I saw a pond in the direction of the left at the entrance of the village, isn't it there?" ”

The old policeman nodded, "That's right, that's it." Out of the village, just turn a corner. ”

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A few minutes later, the four of them split up, and Mo Yan walked out of the village alone and headed in the direction of the pond.

His speed was not fast, he swayed, and he looked like he was taking a walk.

Crossing a trail, he stepped onto the ridge of the pond.

This pond is not big, two or three acres of area, the water quality is not very good, the water surface is green and quiet, and it looks very turbid.

Next to the ridge, a thin old man was squatting there, twisting the soil on the ground with his hands, putting it between his nose and sniffing it carefully......

This person is naturally Du Que who took off his monk's robe and changed into a vulgar costume.

He didn't notice Mo Yan's arrival, squatting there, looking at the black blood-stained dirt in his hands, squinting slightly, his eyes were both shocked and suspicious.

There were still two days left before the underground tide, and because of Song Qingyuan's death, he didn't plan to enter Hulu Mountain so early. But this morning, in the temple where he was staying, a few villagers at the foot of Hulu Mountain suddenly came, saying that they wanted to invite the master of the temple to do things.

Because of curiosity, he listened to a few words on the side at the time, and learned about this treacherous death incident that happened at the foot of Hulu Mountain.

As a descendant of the Daomen, his understanding of the end of the Dharma era is not inferior to Mo Yan, and even more profound. In addition, Yunluo Dao Palace was in Hulu Mountain, he suspected that Jiang Dayong's death was related to the tide under the Dao Palace, so he couldn't hold it anymore, and immediately changed into a common costume and came to Baishui Village.

"The blood is jet black, even if it is dry, it is still cold and penetrating, something is not good......"

Du Que squatted there, his face uncertain, muttering to himself.

"The worst thing is that this man has been dead for two days, but there is still some resentment attached to this residual bloodstain! Don't...... Is that legend that Master said back then true? ”

He muttered to himself, completely oblivious to the fact that someone was coming behind him.

Mo Yan pretended to be walking and walked over slowly, and when he was three or four meters away from Du Que, he asked with a smile: "Old man, are there any fish in this pond?" ”

Hearing someone talking behind him, Du Que couldn't help but be startled, and immediately stood up and looked at Mo Yan with a suspicious face.

At this time, Mo Yan had completely converged the aura of his whole body, and from the outside, except for being a little taller, he was no different from ordinary people.

As a monk, Du Que has enough confidence in his cultivation, and when he first heard Mo Yan's voice, the first thought in his heart was that the person who came must be a person with cultivation, otherwise it would never be possible to approach him silently.

But at this moment, Mo Yan's aura was ordinary, and he didn't look like a person with cultivation at all.

Could it be that this person has been able to breathe freely?

Du Que couldn't help but be suspicious in his heart, looked at Mo Yan carefully, and only after confirming that this person was a 100% ordinary person, he breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he was a little annoyed that he was so involved that he lost his due vigilance and normalcy......

Mo Yan smiled: "Old man, I saw you squatting by the pond for a long time, and I thought you were fishing." ”

Du Que smiled dryly: "I'm just looking at it casually...... It's not a good place for fishing, it's a pool of stagnant water, and even if there is fish, it's definitely not tasty, and the smell is heavy. ”

Mo Yan's eyes fell on the pool of dirty blood on the ground, and he pretended to be surprised: "Yo, where did so much blood come from here?" ”

As he spoke, he squatted down feigned curiosity and reached out to wipe the blood from it......

"Don't move!"

Seeing this, Du Que subconsciously opened his mouth to stop it.

Mo Yan raised his head and said, "What's the matter, old man?" ”

Du Que frowned and said, "This is human blood, bad luck, you'd better not touch it." ”

Hearing this, Mo Yan was a little surprised in his heart......

When I first met Du Que, this old man was with Song Qingyuan. There is a way that people are divided into groups and things are gathered by like, Mo Yan subconsciously thought that most of this old man was not a good person.

However, Du Que's dissuasion just now made Mo Yan's impression of him change slightly.

These blood stains on the ground not only contain a cold aura, but even have a trace of resentment, for ordinary people, if they accidentally touch it, although it will not be a big problem, it is not a good thing. At worst, a serious illness costs countless medical expenses. At least it is a series of nightmares, and it will never be able to recover without ten days and a half months.

"Old man, is this human blood? Has anyone died here? Mo Yan asked in surprise.

Du Que didn't bother to say more to this young man, and said perfunctorily: "I also listened to what the people in the village said......"

As he spoke, he turned to leave.

But after thinking about it, he turned around again, picked up a piece of broken tiles on the ridge of the pond, carefully scooped up the blood stains on the ground, and sprinkled it into the pond.

"The blood of the dead is very unlucky, young man, don't reach out casually when you encounter these dirty things in the future......"

Du Que said casually, then threw away the tiles and turned around and walked towards the village.

Looking at Du Que's departing figure, Mo Yan couldn't help but smile.

"It seems that this old man has a good heart, at least more human than me. It's really a little strange, how could he get mixed up with someone like Song Qingyuan? ”

In this regard, Mo Yan has always been a little puzzled.

After Du Que entered the village, he did not leave, but stayed in a small hotel in the village.

Baishui Village is at the foot of Hulu Mountain, and many tourists will pass through here every year.

When Mo Yan saw Du Que living in Baishui Village, he wondered in his heart, did he also stay in Baishui Village for the night?

Just as Mo Yan was groaning, a group of people with geological survey equipment walked out of the mountain and headed in the direction of the small hotel......