"Did you hear that? Something happened to another mountain people's village, and there must be something unclean at work. ”

The afternoon sun shines in the cool breeze of late autumn.

In a teahouse by the river, an old man sat on a bamboo chair and said mysteriously.

"Old Mo, what age are you, and you still scare people with these gods and gods?"

Opposite Uncle Mo, there was an old man, he was wearing a Mao suit, and every button was neatly buttoned.

"You have to believe in science, don't spread false information."

"Old man Zhang, although Lao Mo is always babbling, he is not talking nonsense."

Next to Uncle Zhang, there was an old man dressed as a practicing husband.

He picked up a cup of gaiwan tea, blew the bubbling white gas, and took a sip.

"I have a cousin who works in the search team, and that day he said that he had leaked, in the village where the accident occurred, not to mention people, not even a single cat, dog, chicken or duck was left, and the most strange thing was that there was only blood in the village, no corpses, and the hundreds of people disappeared as if they had disappeared out of thin air."

"The more you two talk about it, the more evil it becomes, this big noon, I was stunned to chill the back of Lao Tzu, a materialist......"

The old man in the tunic looked at the two people at the same table and said, when he was young, he was a Kochi, and what he disdained the most was these gods and ghosts.

It's just that when I got older, although I said that I didn't believe it, I still had a little awe from the bottom of my heart.

"Old man Zhang, don't believe it, I also heard that the people of the investigation team have withdrawn, and the order from above said that they are not allowed to interfere, and there will be someone in charge of this matter, only let our county seal the few main roads into the mountain, and do not let the people enter the mountain......"

At the table of several old people, a pair of young men and women were sitting.

The two are handsome, youthful and beautiful, and they look a little out of place in this teahouse full of middle-aged and elderly people.

They were also drinking tea and basking in the sun on the surface, but in fact, their attention was focused on the topics that everyone was talking about in the teahouse.

This is a county town in southern Xinjiang near the mountains.

"How do you know there's a clue here?"

Yu Xi looked at Luo Mingzhang with some surprise.

Here, nine out of ten tables are talking about the strange events that have happened in the mountain villages recently.

"In ancient times, teahouses and inns were information distribution centers, and many news that was not circulated on the surface would be mentioned in these places."

She heard Luo Mingzhang whispering to her.

"Our original goal was to start with the corpse chasers and the Wu clan in southern Xinjiang, this kind of news, except for official channels in the metropolis, is definitely within the scope of control, but in the remote mountainous counties and towns, the news blockade is not so strict. The place is small, there are so many people, and the personnel in various departments are inextricably linked with the local residents, and in the face of relatives and friends, people's vigilance will not be so heavy, and some news will be inadvertently revealed. ”

Yu Xi somewhat understood why in the past few days, Luo Mingzhang had to take her around the teahouses in various counties and towns.

"Also, you must not underestimate these old men and old ladies, although they are retired and old-aged, but in the local area, they are inextricably linked with people in various industries and departments, and even many people will ask them for advice on the problems they encounter, often in their hands will have a lot of information, and a group of idle old people when they meet, it has become a very normal thing to show what they know, so in these teahouses, restaurants, as long as you pay more attention, you can hear the latest local happenings, It may be just a half-clawed message, but for us monks, we have already speculated a lot. ”

Yu Xi nodded, she went down the mountain to practice for a year, and the things she experienced were indeed very different from practicing in the door, and she herself had grown a lot, but in terms of experience and experience, she still lacked a lot compared to Luo Mingzhang.

"Let's go! Let's go and eliminate harm for the people. ”

Luo Mingzhang stood up, and finally took a sip of tea, his eyes were a little cold.

Obviously, the occurrence of these cottages is related to supernatural forces.

In any case, there is already a way to kill mortals with extraordinary strength, although he is not a savior, but when he encounters these ballasts, he will never be soft.

By the way, you can also find out which forces are doing things.

Some clues were taken from it, and it was speculated that it was related to the theft of Grandpa's body.

Although he temporarily listed the corpse chaser faction and the Wu clan as the target of suspicion, the truth may not be as he guessed, and anything unusual should not be let go.

Regarding Luo Mingzhang's decision, Yu Xi has no opinion.

Slaying demons and eliminating demons was originally their purpose of Shushan.

After leaving the teahouse, Luo Mingzhang and Yu Xi went to the commercial street of the county seat.

Villages in the southwestern mountains are often hidden in inaccessible mountain forests.

The difficult mountain road is not a problem for them, so they don't need to make any preparations, but they don't know where the village where the accident is located, and it may take a lot of time to find it, so they have to prepare some food and water in advance.

"Puppet show, beautiful puppet show, everyone come and see."

Just as the two of them entered the commercial street, a voice in the square at the entrance of the street attracted Luo Mingzhang's attention.

I saw a young man in his twenties fiddling with several puppets on the ground.

His dress was no different from that of an ordinary urban youth, except that beside him, there was a huge wooden box, which was not light at first glance.

There were two thick leather shoulder straps on the chest, which he usually used to carry on his back.

"Fellow villagers, brothers and sisters, my name is Mo Huan, I am a wandering puppet art lover, when I first arrived in your place, I didn't have a lot of money left, I want to perform a puppet show for everyone, if you think I performed well, give a round of applause, or reward a few dollars, so that my dinner has a landing."

After speaking, I don't know what method the young man used, and several puppets actually stood up from the ground out of thin air.

At this time in the afternoon, there were many people in the square, and when they saw this magical scene, they all gathered around.

"What's going on? I didn't see a rope, how did these puppets move? ”

A little girl on the lookers was full of surprise, and she also asked most of the people's questions.

Beside her, a bespectacled young man said:

"What's so strange about this, these puppets may be electric, and the wires are buried in the wooden arms and thighs, but they are more delicately made, and they can't be seen if they don't get close."

"Is that so?"

The little girl listened to her boyfriend's words and was a little puzzled.

"It must be so!"

The young man pushed his glasses, and he looked like he had seen everything.

The "artist", who was surrounded by the crowd, began to control the puppet performance, and the puppet's movements were very flexible, without any sense of stiffness, which won bursts of applause from the audience.

Luo Mingzhang looked at the young man who was performing, and was secretly a little frightened.

This is a spirit master.

Using soul power to control the puppet to complete some actions, in fact, he can do it, but it is absolutely impossible to make the puppet so agile.

What's even more strange is that this person can completely restrain his breath, and when he uses his soul power, he doesn't leak half a point, just like an ordinary person.

Just when Luo Mingzhang looked at the young man, the other party also looked over with some feeling.

The young artist smiled and looked away.

Luo Mingzhang didn't feel the slightest hostility from him.

This young man, he can't see through it, and he can't guess his roots.

It seems that the chaos in southern Xinjiang this time is not simple, and some hidden forces and monks will be involved.

This youth will not be the only one......