Chapter Seventy-One

The more detailed, true, and specific it is to mention the existence of ghosts, the easier it is to trigger the curse.

Zhao Fusheng is now haunted by ghost curses, and if she can't handle the case in Kotou Village, she may die here.

She tucked the mutilated paper figure between her fingers and turned it back and forth, wondering what it was.

This paper figure is composed of a scab, and the scab is made up of her own scratch and fall, and finally automates into the prototype of a paper figure after she records the birth of Wu Datong's eldest son.

Zhao Fusheng was a little puzzled by such a change, but she was sure that there must have been a very strange change in the human skin at this time.

After the ghost arm helped her touch the file before, she suddenly recovered and grabbed the file, maybe not to grab the file, but to catch the paper man.

She didn't want to understand the cause and effect for the time being, but she was sure that this human skin paper was closely related to the ghost case, and after being contaminated with the aura of a powerful ghost, it was very likely to form a murderous thing.

She thought for a moment, sandwiched the paper figure into the file, and refolded the file with a hole in it, and stuffed it into her other cuff.

After memory recovery, disturbed cognition is restored.

An old brush had fallen at the foot of the table, and she bent down to pick it up.

The voice of the disappeared Wu family reappeared, and the aroma of the food, mixed with the sound of everyone doing things, poured into Zhao Fusheng's ears one by one.

She shouted:

"Wu Liyou, find someone to come in and clean up."

Hearing her shout, Wu Liyou agreed to it, and then called a woman's name loudly.

After a while, two women came in with apprehensive expressions, and when they saw the messy desktop, they were first taken aback, and then their eyes fell on Zhao Fusheng, and when they saw her face covered with oil and blood, they couldn't help but be startled:

"Adult ......"

"Sudden bleeding, get me some hot water, I'm going to wash my face."

After speaking, she looked at her sleeve again, frowned, and said:

"Find a change of clothes, I have a change of clothes."

The two women nodded again and again, and Zhao Fusheng commanded again:

"Put that mattress away, it's useless to me."

When the two of them heard this, their eyes lit up, and they both scrambled to grab the mattress.

On the side, Wu Li was afraid that the two would fight, so the distinguished guests would see the joke, and stared at the two of them as if warning, and said:

"Fetch water for the adults to freshen up first, then wipe the table, and then divide the other things later."

The two women responded, Zhao Fusheng washed his face and hands, and changed his clothes again, which made him feel more comfortable.

She knew about the ghost case, so she no longer stayed in the house, but went out of the house.

As soon as they came out, seeing that Wu Shaochun and the others hadn't left yet, they stayed in the Wu family to help kill the chickens and remove their feathers, and when they saw Zhao Fusheng coming out, several people greeted them very warmly.

Wu Liyou's family lit a few large torches to illuminate the courtyard, while Zhang Chuanshi was nowhere to be seen.

I'm afraid this old thing heard her say that she could save her life by acting alone this time, and I don't know where to hide at this time.

Zhao Fusheng didn't need him for the time being, and he didn't look for him.

As soon as she came out, Wu Shaochun and the others greeted her very warmly:

"Are you done?"

She nodded and walked over to Wu Shaochun and the others.

"I just heard my Uncle Liyou say that you have a nosebleed?" Wu Shaochun held the head of the chicken in one hand and the feet of the chicken in the other, and turned the feathered chicken back and forth on the fire.

The fluff that had not been cleaned on it was scorched and emitted a burnt smell, which made Zhao Fusheng really hungry.

"Yes." She nodded.

Wu Shaochun said:

"You need to be careful."

He moved quickly, swallowed his saliva while rolling, and said to Zhao Fusheng:

"The feng shui in our village is not very good, many people have this bleeding problem, and after bleeding, they will die-"

He was quick to talk for a while, and almost said something unlucky, but his face turned pale, and the chicken he was holding in his hand almost fell into the fire.

Wu Shaochun stopped in time, bit the tip of his tongue hard, and rolled his eyes:

"You bleed a little, and you can't make up for it by eating ten eggs, go back and ask my aunt to cook more eggs for you, you can eat more."

As soon as his voice fell, the woman who came out with the futon in her arms happened to hear this, and glared at him viciously, but she didn't dare to squeak.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and didn't take this little episode to heart.

Anyway, as long as the ghost can't kill her once, she is not afraid, what is it to shed a little blood?

She asked:

"Since there are many people in your village who have the problem of bleeding from the seven orifices, tell me, how long does it take for these bleeding people to die from the onset of symptoms?"

Wu Shaochun said:

"Your Excellency is asking the right person." He replied with a smile.

On the side, his mother squinted at him, he grinned a little embarrassed, and said softly: "My father also died of this disease." ”

This young man is clever and very good at reading words and feelings.

He could see that Zhao Fusheng was not very taboo about bloodshed, so he had the courage to say:

"Decades ago, many people in the village bled to death." After speaking, seeing that Zhao Fusheng did not scold, he said again:

"At first, everyone thought that there was something wrong, and the doctor in the village grabbed the medicine to clear the heat and dissolve the table, but it didn't work, and then there were more people who died, and they found a goddess to watch the flowers and water, but it didn't work."

Wu Li took the opportunity to move a bench out and put it on Zhao Fusheng's side, she took a half step back slightly and sat down.

A fire was lit here, and when the others saw Wu Shaochun and Zhao Fusheng chatting, they all came over with a little curiosity and timidity.

"There's no way to do that." Wu Shaochun finished burning the chicken, and then lifted another chicken and started to burn:

"Anyway, once it bleeds, it means that life is short."

After he finished speaking, his mother glared at him fiercely, he shrank his head, and looked at Zhao Fusheng again, but saw that Zhao Fusheng was not angry, and the big stone in his heart fell back to its original place.

"How long does it usually take to start bleeding and end with death?" Zhao Fusheng asked.

Wu Shaochun glanced at his mother, who was holding the chicken, a little at a loss.

But Zhao Fusheng's previous tax cut made her emboldened, and she thought about it:

"It was okay a few years ago, but it feels like it's been faster in recent years."

After she said this, she was afraid that she hadn't made it clear, so she hurriedly added:

"At the earliest, my aunt was also sick, when I first got married, I had a nosebleed at first, and then vomited blood, and from the onset of the illness to the death, it should have lasted for more than a month."

"Yes." Wu Liyou, who came over with a kitchen knife and a cutting board, also answered:

"When my grandmother died, it was about the same, I remember it was in July and August, she was so hot that she couldn't sleep one night, and suddenly she had a nosebleed in the middle of the night, which scared my dad a lot."

Zhao Fusheng's memory was retrieved at this time, and when he heard him mention Wu Dajing's mother, he suddenly became interested:

"What day did you start showing symptoms in August?"

When Wu Shaochun heard this, he glanced at Zhao Fusheng with a slightly strange expression.

Wu Liyou's reaction was not so sharp, and he didn't realize that Zhao Fusheng had a precise control of the time of his grandmother's 'illness', and even seemed to know much better than him.

Hearing this, she handed the cutting board in her hand to Wu Shaochun Niang, and the woman put the cutting board down and picked up the knife to chop the meat.

In the chopping sound of 'bang', Wu Liyou thought about it:

"When my lord said this, I remembered it, like the first day of August."

The memory of decades ago was originally dusty, but with Zhao Fusheng's little touch, he remembered a key node:

"The moon was very round that day, and my family made meritorious service - it was my third brother, who was arguing to look at the moon, saying that there was a person in the moon, and my grandmother scolded him at that time, saying that the moon could not be pointed at, and that he had to cut off his ears."

He recalled the past, and his face showed nostalgia:

"At that time, my father laughed and said that the meritorious service was gone, where is there a figure in the moon?"

"My grandmother's expression was not very good-looking at the time, saying that the child's eyes were pure and she could see shadows that adults couldn't see." Once the floodgates of memory are opened, all kinds of things that happened at the beginning will come to Wu Liyou's mind:

"But the old man said later, according to legend, there was someone in the moon, and there lived a Chang'e—" He said, reaching out and grabbing his waist:

"Before I finished speaking, I saw her have two nosebleeds."

The family didn't care at the time, Wu Dajing was the old lady Tianganwu was irritable, and the next day he went into the mountains to pick some prunella grass and boiled some soup for her to drink.

It didn't work for the first two days, but then I had nosebleeds, and more and more, and then I coughed up blood, and my ears and eyes bleed.

"There is another symptom, it seems that there are sores on the body, and it is starting to itch." Wu Li has a way:

"On September 16, my grandmother said that she was no longer good and asked the family to prepare for the funeral."

Coffin shrouds are all ready-made.

At the beginning of the marriage of women in this era, there was a coffin in the dowry, which was placed from youth to old age.

Therefore, even if there is a funeral at home, people who are a little particular about it are not in a hurry.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, and then asked:

"Did you say anything before your grandmother died?" She remembered that Wu Liyou had mentioned that his third brother Wu Ligong had seen a 'human figure' in the moon, and maybe Wu Ligong had seen a ghost.

"I remembered that when you asked, I remembered." When Wu Liyi heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up:

"Before my grandmother left, she shouted that it was a ghost asking for her life."

As soon as his voice fell, his scalp seemed to be itchy, and he desperately reached out and grabbed it several times, and a large handful of hair cracked in response, and he dragged a piece of dandruff the size of a fingernail and was pulled off together.

"Ghost Quest?" Zhao Fusheng already knew the truth, and he felt his scalp tingle when he saw this scene.

At some point, the crackling firewood in front of him was much quieter, and a large puff of black smoke rose above the 'boom' roaring flames.

The dark clouds that obscured the moon dispersed, revealing a full full moon above.

The moon is like water, pouring down.

At this time, it was already August, and the weather was still a little hot, although the night in Kotou Village was a little warmer, but it was still hot when the firewood was burning.

But in an instant, there was an inexplicable chill that made the people sitting around the fire subconsciously get closer to the fire.

The moment the clouds dispersed and the moon rose, Zhao Fusheng raised his head in a ghostly manner.

It was not yet the middle of August, but the moon tonight was exceptionally round and bright, and she remembered what Wu Liyou had said: On August 1, 205, Dahan, he watched the moon at night, and the young Wu Ligong saw a figure in the moon.

Perhaps influenced by this remark, she looked at the bright moon, and sure enough, she saw a pair of blood-red eyes flashing in the moon.

A subtle black shadow poked its head out of the moon, and its cold and numb eyes stared coldly at the martial arts family.

'Goo-goo-goo-goo-'

There was a chirping of night owls in the distance, the mountain col was low, the echo lasted for a long time, Zhao Fusheng had goosebumps on the back of his neck and arms, and he suddenly came back to his senses, and when he looked at it again, he saw that the moon was surrounded by a dense mist, where was there a figure?

It's just a false alarm!

Wu Li didn't know that she was distracted, and he was still saying:

“…… Her old man said that it was a terrible ghost asking for his life, and retribution was coming. ”

The feeling of being snooped on in the previous moment was too strong to be like a hallucination.

She thought of the scene when she was doing a ghost case in the alley where she was asking for food, standing in front of the Confucius Temple and peeping, but she was snooped on by a powerful ghost-

Zhao Fusheng felt a chill in his heart, and he was determined: The ghost is nearby!

I don't know if it's because the ghost is invisible, or if everyone's cognition is disturbed and they can't see the existence of the ghost.

Her eyes swept over the faces of Wu Shaochun, Wu Liyou, Wu Shaochun's mother, and other villagers who helped with the work, everyone's expressions were vivid and vivid, and they were all a little familiar, they were the people who led the way before.

Where are the ghosts?

Zhao Fusheng endured the uneasiness in his heart and asked, "How do you say this?" ”

"Lord Zhao, you have reduced the taxes of the Demon Suppression Division, and you are the benefactor of our village, I won't hide from you that Wu Datong was not able to handle this matter back then."

Wu Shaochun's mother carried a knife, slaughtered chickens on the one hand, and took the courage to answer the mouth.

"He lost his father at an early age, his family was poor, and no one looked down on him at his age, and he was willing to marry his daughter to him, so this man became vicious——"

When she spoke, she cut the chicken in half with two knives, cut it into strips, chopped it into pieces, and put it in the dustpan on the side:

"His daughter-in-law came from a wrong way, and in the early years, my mother-in-law said that his mother-in-law was killed and robbed."

When Wu Shaochun Niang spoke, a drop of sweat slid down the bridge of her nose and fell to the tip of her nose.

I don't know if it was stained with chicken blood or human blood between the nails, and it was all over the nose.

A layer of peeling scabs flew on the tip of her nose, and she reached out and tore it off nonchalantly:

"I've heard that there is a begging alley in the county-"

When Zhao Fusheng heard this, his heart moved, and he interrupted her:

"Want a meal alley?"

"I don't know."

Wu Shaochun Niang shook her head:

"I've never been to the county seat in my life, so I've heard people say that. It is said that the street there is full of flowers and abductors, and these people go south and north to make a living, abduct and deceive the children of other people's families, and use them for trafficking. ”

As she spoke, Zhao Fusheng had a strange intuition in his heart: Wu Shaochun's mother seemed to be silent, but she might say something useful.

This time, the Forgotten Ghost is very powerful, and she has mastered the laws of cognition, so she must prepare in advance.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng hurriedly shook out the scroll in his cuffs, motioned for her to continue:

"A lot of abducted people will be hidden there and traded, and according to my mother-in-law, Wu Datong's mother-in-law came out of there."

"I don't know if her surname is Meng or Shen, anyway, she cried fiercely at the beginning, and everyone in the village heard about it."

"Everyone thinks, women, they don't obey at first, and they will always accept their fate after having a baby, but she didn't survive that hurdle." Wu Shaochunniang shook her head and sighed:

"Then I died in childbirth. I heard my Aunt Rong say that Wu Datong cut her belly and took the child out, but it was probably a step too late, the child stayed in the mother's womb for a while, and when she came out, she was a dead baby. ”

When she said this, the atmosphere suddenly didn't quite right.

The wind stopped.

The night owl's voice died out at some point.

The flame of the firewood, which burned very vigorously, was suppressed, and the eerie feeling returned.

Wu Shaochun's mother didn't know that a catastrophe was coming, Zhao Fusheng stood upside down, and felt the aura of a ghost.

She shivered and turned her head to look around.

I saw Wu Shaochunniang's feet, and the shadow squirmed.

In the darkness, a pitch-black head slowly poked out of the shadows, revealing a pair of dead fish-like eyes, and Sen Ran looked at Zhao Fusheng.

"I thought that this Wu Datong was a loss for both adults and children, but I heard Aunt Rong say that the child did not die."

There is no temperature, no breathing, no pulse, no crying, no screaming, but still moving.

Wu Shaochun's mother mechanically swung her arms to slaughter and cut chicken.

Two red nosebleeds ran down her nose and into her mouth, dripping down her chin and staining her clothes red.

Blood flowed like two springs of open floodgates, dripping onto the cutting board in front of her.

She didn't seem to notice, but still said:

"I heard what my head said, that Wu Datong also named the child Wu Liren at that time——"

"Wu Liren!"

Zhao Fusheng was shocked.

And the moment Wu Shaochun Niang said this name, something terrifying happened again.

Large streams of blood gushed from her eyes and ears, and a ghostly figure less than a meter tall climbed her back and merged with her shadow.

Immediately after that, her body exploded with a 'boom'.

Wu Shaochun Niang didn't even have time to scratch the itch and scream, and died tragically at the hands of the ghost in an instant.

(End of chapter)