Utuman took out his bag, took out a silver needle from it, and stabbed it into the old man's throat, and after a while, the silver needle turned black, indicating that the old man was poisoned before he died, and then sealed in a coffin and suffocated to death.

"These coffins are all sealed, are they all the same way to die? Shall we open the coffin and take a look. ”

Lu Fengjian's words reminded Yue Guanchao, and he beckoned the four villagers to open a few more coffins around.

As soon as the lid of the coffin was lifted, the flashlight immediately illuminated the corpse in the coffin.

Regardless of gender, old and young, they are all curled up like shrimp with distorted facial features, which is indeed the same as the original old man's death.

Yue Guanchao took a few steps back and looked at these coffin lids, he thought at first that this was the natural wood grain on the coffin lid.

Now it seems that it is the bloody marks produced by these villagers scratching the coffin, and each black mark is a painful groan, as the blood stains become lighter and fainter, it also represents the final death of the person in the coffin.

One or two corpses are still uncomfortable, they are facing thousands of corpses that have been tortured to death, no matter how you are made of iron, you will be shocked when you see this scene, and you can't bear to look closely.

"If our speculation is correct, the one who tortured these villagers like this is the bandits of Jinluzhai who were crucified in the courtyard!"

After Song Siyuan finished speaking, everyone looked at the bandits in the courtyard, and everyone was silent for a while.

"Look at the rest of the world, if these people are poisoned, there must be tools to commit the crime, right?"

Song Siyuan took them to the center of the front hall, the layout of the front hall is much simpler, and the plaque of "Witch Coffin Yizhuang" is hung in front of the beam.

In the hall, waist-high incense tables were placed, and the copper furnace corroded to green rust spots.

The incense sticks burned out and turned to ashes, and more than a dozen porcelain plates were filled with all kinds of boiled meat and fruits, which were supposed to be dedicated to the gods, but now they are rotten, and even the smell of corruption is gone, just a poke and scatter of waste!

"Whew!"

"Who, who's there!"

Their attention was all on the incense case, and the sound of breathing came out of the cold, and the hairs on everyone's backs stood up.

Yue Guanchao picked up the waste plank from the ground, the old hunter wanted to take away his newly found weapon, but when he thought that his skills were better than the other guys, he could only press the table and wait and see.

He looked around, except for the coffin and the incense case in the hall, there were no drawers and dark boxes on the benches and tables, and it was not easy to think about Tibetans.

Yue Guanchao thought of this, and looked up at the huge shrine recessed into the wall on the incense case!

This shrine is like a square coffin inlaid into the stone wall, the edge of the black coffin is carved with a circle of eagle and bird reliefs, similar to the shroud on the corpse, all the totems are carved with silver skin in advance, the surface has been brushed with tung oil, glowing with ghostly light under the flashlight, the silver has not oxidized for decades, the dark color and the silver set off each other, and the mysterious atmosphere revealed is extremely strong.

The flashlight shines all the way, and the shrine is prefixed with a light gray gauze curtain, gently rippling in the indoor breeze, and a woman can be seen sitting in a precarious position.

As soon as he approached the shrine, he immediately heard the sound of breathing!

Could it be that the woman in this shrine is alive?

Everyone looked at each other, how terrifying it was for the villagers who could survive until now, maybe they couldn't be counted as human anymore!

Seeing that the situation was not good, Utuman beckoned everyone to retreat backwards, and Ah Niu and Ah Hu followed behind Yue Guanchao, raising his spear and slowly approaching the puppet.

Syllable!

He slammed on the shrine, and the wooden planks made a loud noise like a pounding wood, and even the dust on the beams was shaken off!

"Come out... Something"

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Ahh

In the shrine, the woman was unmoved, still laughing mechanically and hollowly!

This laughter is like sawing wood and pulling bellows, and occasionally you can hear the silver bell ringing, Yue Guanchao looked behind him, and everyone nodded in acquiescence, indicating that the sound just now was not an auditory hallucination, but a real existence!

"Fairy girl, if you are really a living person, come out and dry my image, let us see how many moles and spots you have, what kind of old fairy is always hiding!"

"If you don't come out again, I'll lift the curtain~"

Yue Guanchao saw that the woman didn't speak, so he calmly picked up the wooden board and picked up the curtain.

Crash!

Without the barrier of the curtain, the strange laughter reached everyone's ears more clearly, and this woman was a statue of a god.

Yue Guanchao looked carefully at it with a flashlight:

This puppet is the size of a normal person, with wide sleeves and belts on the top, pleated on the lower skirt, and a dark pattern of gold on the background of the ancestral green, and the outer gauze is embroidered with grass and flowers.

His face was covered with a mask with white lips, and he wore a crown of flowers made of vines on his head, and only his hair hung down to his hind legs, and vine branches and leaves could be seen between the hair, as if he had a full head of silk.

All the decorations are less of the jeweled temperament of the secular goddess, revealing a strange and gorgeous atmosphere, not so much a god, it is more appropriate to describe it as a goblin and wild spirit!

The strangest thing is the chair in the shrine!

This chair is not an ordinary long-backed chair, nor is it a magic weapon mount that the gods have, it is close to the red-haired leopard in shape, the whole body is covered with black stripes, and the two vigorous leopard beasts are possessed and bite, cocking their tails, just forming a symmetrical "leopard chair"!

The puppet sat in the middle of the leopard chair, probably old, with a layer of black ash attached to her clothes, covering up her original brilliance, and the flying spider silk had already shown that no one had paid tribute to her for a long time.