Chapter 66

When Zhao Fusheng thought of this, he turned his head to look around.

But seeing that the people around her didn't seem to be unusual, Zhang Chuanshi's face standing beside her seemed to be very dry, and a large piece of skin scab flew up.

He unconsciously tore the dead skin on his face, while complaining in a low voice:

"What are you doing, sir?"

"We have been on the road for a day, and we finally came to Kotou Village, and before we have eaten a meal, we have to go to solve the ghost case immediately, and we will not leave when we come here-" He hummed quietly:

"In the past, the Demon Suppression Division handled cases with great authority, and the local officials accompanied them everywhere they went, and they had good wine and meat."

After speaking, he thought again:

"Come out and work hard, you have to blow a cold wind."

"Okay, don't talk about it!"

Zhao Fusheng always felt that there was something strange, but she thought about it carefully, but she didn't find anything weird.

There seemed to be an indescribable yin aura lingering around him, but he didn't feel the aura of a powerful ghost.

- Is she suspicious?

She quietly tucked the file back into her cuffs.

Now her memory found nothing strange, but the sudden appearance of this volume was always very suspicious, and when she checked the house of Wu Liren, she arrived at the resting place, and then came back to take a closer look.

"Let's go."

When everyone heard her say this, they all walked in the direction of Wuli's house with torches.

"What else do you want to know? Just ask. ”

"What the hell is Wu Liren's whereabouts, does anyone know?" Zhao Fusheng thought about it and asked.

When she mentioned Wu Liren, she felt a little awkward, as if she had forgotten some important clues.

As soon as the words fell, the people in the village said:

"Wu Liren's mother really hasn't seen it, Wu Datong said that she was looking for a little daughter-in-law in the city."

After saying this, someone suddenly seemed to remember something, and said in a mysterious tone:

"Speaking of Wu Datong's daughter-in-law, I know one thing-"

"What's the matter?" Someone asked.

And he who spoke, said,

"Forty-one years ago, do you remember, a group of strangers came to our village, saying that they were coming to look for a lost girl."

The location of Kotou Village is remote, just a small mountain col under the jurisdiction of Wu'an Town, and there are no outsiders all year round.

And the group of people who came to find people forty-one years were brightly dressed and looked like they were not ordinary people, so as soon as the man who spoke mentioned it, an elderly woman's eyes lit up:

"Yes, yes, yes, there is such a thing!"

"I guess Wu Datong abducted people."

"What?!" There are young people who can't believe it.

And the one who spoke was triumphant:

"He stayed at home that year, and boasted to others that he had found a beautiful virgin of sixteen or seventeen-"

"My mother secretly heard a girl crying from his house through the wall at that time."

……

Zhao Fusheng kept this important information in his heart.

She always felt as if she had heard such news somewhere, but no matter how she thought about it, she couldn't remember it, as if it was just an illusion.

"Advanced martial arts."

Everyone walked over the field and came to the gate of Wuli's house.

Most of the houses in Kotou Village are made of mud walls and straw, while the houses of the Wuli family are made of square stone and mud walls, and it seems that they are indeed the big families in the village.

The paint-peeling door had been knocked open, and there was no light in the room at this time, which looked a little eerie.

The crowd was anxious to make meritorious contributions, and several people with torches were the first to enter the house.

As they entered, they slammed into the door, which opened and closed with a faint creak.

Half a month has passed since the disappearance of Wuli's family, and wild grass has grown after the courtyard has been left unattended, giving people a strange feeling.

"You say, will there be ghosts here?"

As soon as someone entered this room, they immediately felt goosebumps stand up all over their bodies.

If it weren't for Zhao Fusheng's words, everyone could reduce the taxes of the Demon Division, and I'm afraid the villagers would have run out by this time.

"There are ghosts in the village, but not in this house."

Zhao Fusheng replied in a deep voice.

But as soon as she finished speaking, she was stunned.

She said this as if she had blurted it out, as if she had already been convinced, but why did she have such credentials and suspicions?

"Where's the hell?"

The questioner was stunned for a moment, and then asked again.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, and his gaze fell on the pair of vermilion lacquer gates.

The paint on the door has fallen off due to the age, revealing the original color of the wood inside.

There were a lot of messy footprints left on it, and there was no door behind the door, and she crouched down to see some wood debris on the ground that had been trampled into the mud.

"Did you break down the door that day?" She asked.

The others turned their heads to each other, not daring to say a word, until at last one had the courage to answer:

"We didn't let the door bang, yes, it's the village elder-"

"Uncle Da Jing made us bang on the door."

"Who is Uncle Dajing?" Zhao Fusheng asked suspiciously.

After she asked this, her heart tightened, and she always felt that she had lost an important clue.

There was a figure that seemed to have been erased by some mysterious force, and no matter how much she thought about it, she couldn't recall it.

"Uncle Dajing—" The man paused, then turned his head and shouted:

"Immediately, immediately, say your father."

Wu Liyou hurriedly got out and promised:

"My lord, Wu Dajing is my father, and his old man has a high rank in the village, so he is respected as the village elder."

He explains:

"We didn't mean to break into the empty door, but there was no sound in Wuli's house that day, and everyone was worried, so we elected my father to be the master and slammed the door open, only to find out that Wuliren's family was missing."

Zhao Fusheng nodded.

"When you came in that day, you found that the doors and windows were tied from the inside? Are there any entrances and exits elsewhere? Can it be opened? ”

"Nope."

A young man replied loudly.

Zhao Fusheng turned his head to look at him, Wu Liyou seemed to remember something, and his face suddenly changed:

"Shaochun, did you go into your Uncle Liren's house to touch something?"

Wuli's family was wealthy, and after the accident, the door was not closed, and there was no one at home, so some idle and courageous young people in the village took advantage of the night to get into Wuli's mansion and secretly moved away the furnishings of their home.

was drunk by Wu Li, and Wu Shaochun's face showed a look of wistfulness:

"Uncle—"

"Leave that alone."

Zhao Fusheng said:

"Wu Shaochun, come on."

"Yes, sir."

Wu Lichun's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stepped forward:

"There are still two back doors in Uncle Liren's house, and after the accident that day, I and several brothers checked it, and they were chained from the inside, and no one opened it."

A large room full of living people disappeared without a trace overnight.

Zhao Fusheng's gaze fell on him.

This young man was in his twenties, and compared to the numb expressions of others, his eyes were bright and his expression was flexible—but it was not his expression that deserved Zhao Fusheng's attention, but his face, which had several scratches that were very obvious.

On top of the scratches, a layer of finely scaly shards of skin that had been scratched by fingernails floated around.

She glanced at it, then turned her head to look at Zhang Chuanshi, and beckoned to him:

"Lao Zhang, come here."

When Zhang Chuanshi heard that a trick had happened here, he was already uncomfortable.

He has lived next to the Demon Suppression Division for many years, but he has seen the method of the Demon Suppression Division's handling of cases, which makes the mortality rate extremely high, like leeks that have been cut one by one, and someone will replenish them when they die......

"My lord—my lord's life—"

He cried and shouted with a sad face, not daring to step forward, worried that Zhao Fusheng would trap him.

"Come here!"

Zhao Fusheng scolded in a deep voice.

Zhang Chuanshi reluctantly rubbed his steps forward.

After he stood still in front of Zhao Fusheng, Zhao Fusheng suddenly stretched out his hand and reached out to grab his cheek-

Zhang Chuanshi subconsciously wanted to hide, but he was a step too slow, and Zhao Fusheng grabbed the dead skin on his face and tore it - 'Hiss! ’

The old man gasped, and suddenly covered his face:

"Your Excellency—"

A scab with a leaf size fell into Zhao Fusheng's hand, like a layer of snake molting, Zhang Chuanshi touched his cheek, and vaguely felt some hot pain in his face.

"What is this?" As soon as he saw the dead skin on Zhao Fusheng's hands, he knew that he had misunderstood.

But when this dead skin appeared, he didn't know at all, and he didn't know why Zhao Fusheng tore this dead skin.

"Skin."

Zhao Fusheng replied.

She always felt that this skin tissue was very important, but unfortunately she couldn't connect all the clues for a while—as if some important information was missing, and the ghost case was still in the fog.

"You put it away first."

Zhao Fusheng always felt that this scab was not simple.

The feng shui of this doghead village is really not good, she noticed that these villagers have more or less scratches on their faces, and Zhang Chuanshi's face is also there.

A strange thought surged into Zhao Fusheng's heart, what about her?

She reached out to touch her cheeks, but she felt that the skin on her face was smooth and delicate, like a newborn baby, and she did not feel the flying dandruff and rough touch.

The doubts in Zhao Fusheng's heart did not disappear, but frowned and said:

"Let's take a look in the house."

After speaking, she stuffed the residual skin in her hand into Zhang Chuanshi's arms:

"Put it away."

Zhang Chuanshi shuddered, held the skin in his hand, looked at it for a long time, and looked disgusted:

"Who's going to take this-"

After speaking, his eyes rolled around, and then he threw it away, and even stepped on it with the sole of his shoe and pressed it, and when he looked around, he found that no one was looking at him, and Zhao Fusheng was already walking towards the mansion of Wuli people surrounded by the stars and moons of the villagers.

According to the villagers, Wu Liren's father lived a long life in the village, lived to be seventy-one years old, and died on the 21st of last month, and Wu Li's family had one wife and eight concubines, and a total of twenty-seven sons.

Therefore, the house of the Wuli people is the largest in the Wujia Village, and it is built in an extraordinary style, which is tantamount to a palace in the eyes of the villagers.

But as soon as Zhao Fusheng stepped into the house, he felt a strange dead air.

The house is really big, and it's built according to a ternary system that isn't very elaborate.

There are wings on the left and right sides of each courtyard, and the villagers who have been fortunate enough to enter the Wuli family enthusiastically point to the left-hand wings in the first courtyard:

"This should be Wu Shaoguang's house."

"Who is Wu Shaoguang?" Zhao Fusheng was careful but bold, and while asking, he stretched out his hand and pushed the door - in the 'squeak' sound, the door slammed open, and a large amount of dust fell.

A spider that was hunting in a web between the cracks in the door was frightened, and hung a spider silk and landed on Zhao Fusheng's shoulder.

She reached out and picked up the spider and looked thoughtfully up the door.

Wu Shaochun replied:

"Wu Shaoguang is the seventh son of Uncle Liren, five years older than me, and was born to Huang Sanniang."

Zhao Fusheng nodded when she heard this, she threw the spider in her hand and wiped her hands on her waist:

"Has Wu Shaoguang been away from home for a long time?"

"Nope."

Wu Shaochun shook his head and said:

"It was fine before the accident at Uncle Liren's house, last time we made an appointment to help the nearby Huanggang Village with the goods——"

Before he could finish speaking, a woman suddenly gritted her teeth and cursed, reached out and slapped him heavily on the back:

"You dog, if you don't learn, the court will catch you and cut off your head."

"Mother-" Wu Shaochun was slapped and looked back, not daring to refute it out loud, and then as if he remembered something, he looked up at Zhao Fusheng.

But seeing that she frowned and pondered, as if her mind was not on the 'goods', he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's not like it's not like it's not occupied for a few days." Zhao Fusheng was thoughtful.

She ignored the whispered scolding of the two mothers and sons, and stepped into the house.

There was a smell of mildew in this house, as if no one lived in it all year round.

The furniture in the room is simple, with a thick layer of dust on it, and the corners of the tables and chairs have rotten and white plaques.

She walked in the direction of the bed.

There was a futon on the bed, and a half-person-high cabinet was placed next to the bed, on which a tea cup was placed, but Zhao Fusheng stepped forward to open the lid of the cup, only to see that half of it was pitch black, and a layer of soot-like things was laid underneath, which had dried up and cracked, and the bottom of the cup was faintly yellow.

Zhao Fusheng put down the lid of the cup, and then reached out to touch the bed-

The bedding on the bed was damp, and the material for the quilt cover was not bad, but it was already a little sticky, giving people a feeling of nausea for a long time.

She lifted the futon and found a yellowed crumb in the corner of the bedside pillow.

Skin tissue!

This strange thought welled up in Zhao Fusheng's heart, and she reached out to pick it up, but the crumb had already merged with the mattress, and as soon as her fingers touched it, the crumb was like burnt ashes, and it was pressed into the sheets.

"Let's go, let's look at the other rooms."

Zhao Fusheng beckoned.

The others followed her, unaware of what they were doing.

After that, Zhao Fusheng inspected most of the houses in the martial arts mansion.

Many of the rooms were almost the same as Wu Shaoguang's original room, showing a sense of desolation that had not been inhabited for a long time, and some were even worse.

Zhao Fusheng even found a clump of mushrooms growing at the foot of the bed in a room called 'Wu Shaocai', but the people in Kotou Village said conclusively that half a month ago, Wu Liren's family was complete, and everyone often came out to meet with everyone.

In addition to the main house in the inner courtyard where Wu Liren and Mrs. Zhengwu lived, Zhao Fusheng had seen the rest of the mansion.

In each house she found crumbs of her skin, some old, some newer, and of different shapes and sizes.

Zhao Fusheng collected all the newer ones and the larger ones, and collected a thick handful along the way.

Finally, there is the house of the Wuli people.

She stood in front of Wu Liren's room, and a strong intuition arose in her heart: she would gain something in Wu Liren's room.