Chapter 166

Shrouded by the ghost domain, in the gloomy village where there was no daylight, in the dim old mansion, Kuai Mancai listened to Zhao Fusheng mention the story of 'his tragic death', and his mentality suddenly collapsed.

He rubbed his arms vigorously as he shouted, and at the same time looked up in panic, as if asking for help from the frightened Uncle Kuai Sixth and others:

"Sixth uncle, I haven't been out of the village, I'm not dead-you touch me, I'm good, flesh and blood, how can my bones bloom—"

Kuai Mancai hurriedly walked towards Uncle Kuai, but Uncle Kuai's sons reacted quickly, like ghosts, and quickly retreated with Uncle Kuai.

"I'm really not dead, Sixth Uncle-"

When Kuai Mancai saw this, he was so aggrieved that he cried.

Uncle Kuai was shocked.

Kuai Mancai's cries echoed in the room, and the surroundings were extremely quiet at this time, and his shouts echoed in the dim old house, reverberating back and forth, revealing a poignant and terrible feeling.

After Zhao Fusheng finished speaking, he sat on the wall and watched quietly, staring at Kuai Mancai with sharp eyes.

She exposed Kuai Mancai's 'death', if Kuai Mancai was affected by powerful ghosts and formed a special state of walking corpse like Zhuang Laoqi, then he would immediately appear 'original form'.

But Zhao Fusheng did not see the scene he expected.

She frowned imperceptibly.

After Kuai Mancai broke the defense and shouted, Kuai Sixth Uncle suddenly sighed, broke free from the shackles of several sons, and suddenly took a few steps forward, holding Kuai Mancai's hands.

The old man stretched out his hand and took the panicked young man into his arms:

"I believe in Mancai, Mancai is a good boy and will not lie."

He stretched out a pair of wrinkled and calloused palms and gently patted Kua Mancai's vest:

"It may be that the fourth lady is dead and blind, and she is a ghost."

After speaking, he looked at Zhao Fusheng:

"I hope that the adults will see everything and not unjustly enrich the wealth."

Zhao Fusheng looked interesting, smiled, shrugged his shoulders, and looked a little regretful.

Things got to this point, and two versions appeared.

One version is that according to Zhuang Laoqi, Kuai Man's financial report letter, and then mentioned that the ghost is called behind the person, and the person who is called is marked by the ghost, becoming a carrier that the ghost may possess, and spreading the breath of the ghost everywhere he goes - expanding the lethality of the ghost disaster in disguise.

Another version is said by the people in Kuailiang Village: On that day, the fourth lady of Zhuang was immersed in a pig cage and died, and the body did not sink after death, and the people in the village were afraid and cremated her body.

Zhuang Siniang was revived in the fire, and her body turned into blood.

After that, the village fell into a ghost land, and for several days there was no more dawn, and the villagers were shrouded in darkness, and the banks of the river were overgrown with ghost flowers, trapping the villagers in the village.

The villagers did not go out, and Kuai Mancai did not die.

In the two versions with diametrically opposed endings, Uncle Kuai Liu apparently believed Kuai Mancai's words - that is, "You don't believe Zhuang Laoqi's words? ”

"No, I'm sure Shouqiang doesn't lie." Uncle Kuai said without hesitation when he heard this.

His words shocked Kui Mancai, and he quickly slapped it twice, with a strong sense of appeasement.

"But adults also know that when it comes to ghosts, ghosts may charm people's minds, and what Zhuang Shouqiang sees may not be true." Uncle Kuai was a little stubborn.

"My lord, what about after that?"

The sixth uncle interrupted the conversation between the two with some apprehension, and couldn't wait to ask questions.

She didn't care whether what Zhuang Laoqi said was true or false at this time, she was only worried about Zhuangjia Village.

The people in the sixth uncle's family were both scared and curious about the story told by Zhao Fusheng, and human beings always have an innate fear of such dangerous and strange events, and they are guarded against and mixed with a strange desire to explore.

Especially when the incident is related to itself, everyone wants to know the follow-up, so as to judge whether Kuai Mancai is a human or a ghost, and then decide his attitude towards him.

"After that, the people in the village who witnessed the death of Kuai Mancai all appeared strange one after another."

Zhao Fusheng suppressed all kinds of doubts in his heart, and then answered the sixth uncle's question casually.

"What's weird?" The sixth uncle's heart tightened, and she asked.

"The village chief's family in Zhuangjia Village, as well as the family of Zhuang Siniang who witnessed Kuai Mancai's death that day, including Zhuang Laoqi, all had symptoms like Kuai Mancai." Zhao Fusheng paused and said:

"They all packed their things and said they were going to Kuailiang Village."

"How is this possible?"

A middle-aged man who had previously held Uncle Kuai Sixth back exclaimed:

"No one in our village has been here since that day—"

"They may not be able to cross the Yellow Springs." When Zhang Chuanshi heard this, he was thoughtful.

The blood-stained Yellow River lies between Kuailiang Village and Zhuangjia Village, and the bottom of the river is 'overgrown' with corpses like algae, probably villagers who were lured by ghosts to cross the river and died in the middle of the road.

"What Yellow Springs—this—how is this possible—"

When Uncle Kuai heard these words, he trembled all over, and subconsciously shook his head to refute.

"It's the river outside the saffron road, the branch of the Shangjia River, and the river that drowned Zhuang Siniang, and now it has been stained red with blood, and it has become a ghost road where ordinary people will die if they go."

Zhao Fusheng replied lightly.

Uncle Kuai was devastated.

"What about Zhuangjia Village after that?" The sixth uncle endured her sadness and asked again.

"The village is empty. We followed Zhuang Laoqi's guidance and went to the village and found the village chief's house——"

Zhao Fusheng said this, and deliberately paused for a moment.

The anxious sixth uncle couldn't hold her breath and cried:

"My lord—"

"I found what Zhuang Laoqi said, a human skeleton with a separated corpse."

All the people in Kuailiang Village in the house fell into a dead silence in an instant.

Everyone's face was extremely ugly.

According to what Zhao Fusheng said, Kuai Mancai has been confirmed to be dead.

Even Uncle Kuai Liu stared at the junior in his arms in a trance, his lips trembled, and his eyes were suspicious.

On the one hand, there are his own people, and on the other hand, there is an envoy from the court who accidentally broke in......

His face changed, and at the end he said in a deep voice:

"What evidence do you have for these words? Why should I believe in your identity? ”

'Snort. ’

Fan Wuxu sneered:

"The fact that we adults can break into the ghost village is the best evidence! In this Wan'an County, apart from adults, who has such great ability? ”

With one sentence, he pierced the courage that Uncle Kuai had accumulated in an instant.

Uncle Kuai Liudao:

"It's a strange thing, and we have to think about it in the long run."

After shouting, he asked in annoyance:

"Full silver? Is Manyin back? ”

After shouting Kuai Manyin's name twice, he let go of the hand holding Kuai Mancai and spun around in place:

"I don't believe—"

"Woo."

The sixth uncle sobbed quietly.

After knowing that there was an accident in Zhuangjia Village, she had been crying, making a small whimper, and said very self-reproachfully:

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault, it would have been nice if I hadn't kept the media at that time-"

The strange incident, the life and death of Kuai Mancai are difficult to distinguish, coupled with the cry of his wife, and the mystery of the disappearance of the people in Zhuangjia Village, forming a heavy cloud on the heart of Uncle Kuailiu.

He suddenly changed his calm self-control when he received Zhao Fusheng before, and shouted: "I have a headache to death, and my body hurts too." ”

After speaking, he reached out and pressed his waist, and twisted his upper body twice.

When the sixth uncle, who was still crying before, heard this, she quickly stood up, rubbed her lumbar spine for him, and explained to Zhao Fusheng:

"The old man in my family is not in good health, when he was young, he had to bear and carry on his back, and he broke his bones, and he began to hurt here and there when he got older."

Uncle Kuai Liu groaned loudly in pain, and several sons stepped forward to help their father into the house to rest.

Before he entered the house, he was still a little uneasy, and turned around and told his family:

"Kill the chickens and entertain the guests." After speaking, he shouted again:

"What about Changshun?"

A young man of about twenty years old stepped forward:

"Master, I'm here."

"Look at how Man Yin hasn't come yet, you go and urge them-" Uncle Kuai held back the painful cry on his lips and commanded his grandson.

"-Okay." When the young man heard his command, he hesitated for a long time and answered, but his face was clearly not very happy.

If it was the previous Uncle Kuai, he would definitely have noticed this, but unfortunately at this time he was tormented by pain and ignored his grandson's unhappiness.

And the unhappiness on Kuai Changshun's face was seen by Zhao Fusheng, and she got up and said:

"If Kuai Wu's family doesn't come, it's better for Kuai Chang to take me over to have a look."

She was about to solve a ghost case and walk around the village.

And Kuai Changshun is young, unlike an old man like Uncle Kuai, he seems to have complained about some of his grandfather's behavior, and while Uncle Kuai Liu can't keep an eye on him, Zhao Fusheng wants to see if he can get a trace of news out of his mouth.

If Uncle Kuai was sober, he might not agree to such an offer, but at this time he was suffering from pain, as if he had no time to think carefully, and when he was about to speak, his sons persuaded:

"Dad, you lie down for a while."

He nodded indiscriminately, waved his hand, and said:

"That's done, Changshun, take good care of the guests."

Later, the sons helped him into the house, and the rest of the room fell silent, their faces a little stiff and stiff.

"Changshun, if the lord has orders, you can take the lord to the Kuai Wu family to have a look, and the others will leave some help to help me prepare meals, if you don't want to help, it is better to wait for the lord——"

"No need, the others are here, just lead the way."

Zhao Fusheng rejected the proposal of the sixth uncle.

She herself has a weak temperament, and Zhao Fusheng's strength makes her quickly obedient.

Zhang Chuanshi wanted to be lazy and didn't want to go with Zhao Fusheng, but after seeing her get up, Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun both stood up, and he sat on the stool and refused to get up.

"My lord, I-"

"Alright, you can stay here."

Zhao Fusheng was thinking about the way to Kuai Wujia at this time, anyway, this trip did not seem to be very dangerous at present, she already had Fan and Wu to follow, and it was not a big problem to leave Zhang to pass on.

Several people got up and followed Kuai Chang out of the gate of the sixth uncle's house, and Fan Wusu said a little unhappily:

"I think Lao Zhang is getting more and more unorthodox, this slacker-"

Zhao Fusheng ignored his muttering, and as soon as the four of them stepped out of the door, there were no other villagers holding torches, and the light around them dimmed, and they suddenly felt a little more eerie.

Under the shroud of the ghost domain, Kuailiang Village could not hear the sound of the night wind blowing through the woods, nor did the birds and insects chirp, and it was very strangely quiet.

There was a ghostly mist in mid-air, obscuring the moon and stars.

"Wait, sir."

As soon as Kuai Changshun went out, he saw that the road was a little dark, so he turned around again, and came out with an oil lamp after a while.

Zhao Fusheng smelled a faint stench, vaguely familiar.

Her eyes flashed, she reached out and rubbed the tip of her nose, and said casually:

"Your oil lamp looks pretty delicate."

As soon as Zhao Fusheng's voice fell, Fan Wusu and Wu Shaochun both looked at the oil lamp in Kuai Changshun's hand.

I saw that the lamp was cylindrical, about the thickness of the mouth of the bowl, and half a foot long.

The lamp body seems to be made of brass, in a hollow shape, because of the long life, the color of the brass appearance is slightly heavy, but the owner of the lamp obviously cherishes it very much, and wipes it from time to time, so the surface of the lamp body is shiny and shiny, and there is a sense of gorgeousness and solemnity in the simplicity.

"It's really good."

Wu Shaochun glanced at it and said:

"When I was in Huanggang Village, I also saw ancient goods from the 'box'——"

After he finished speaking, he seemed to realize that he had missed his mouth, and quickly pursed his lips.

But it was about the ghost case, he thought about it, walked to Zhao Fusheng's side in small steps, and said in a low voice:

"My lord, I heard that this kind of lamp is either a burial object in the graves of large families in the past, or it is hung in the ancestral hall according to the ancestral spirit tablet."

After he finished whispering, Zhao Fusheng nodded.

I don't know if the conversation between the two was heard by Kuai Changshun, he glanced at Wu Shaochun and said:

"This lamp was originally hung in the ancestral hall, after the death of my fifth uncle, many lights in the village could not be lit, only the lamps in the ancestral hall of the clan have not been affected and can be lit."

As soon as he said this, Zhao Fusheng suddenly didn't care about pursuing him, and he seemed to be able to hear Wu Shaochun's whispering, and said in a low voice:

"It's a strange thing."

"Who's to say it isn't? What a strange thing? ”

Kuai Changshun shook his head gloomily, then carried a lantern to illuminate the way, and said earnestly:

"My lord, be careful, go this way."

A few people walked a few steps, and Zhao Fusheng's eyes fell on the strange mansion adjacent to Uncle Kuailiu.

At this time, the archway of this Kuai clan ancestral hall is particularly eye-catching, and there is no gate except for the door number.

The courtyard is very spacious, the inside is very neatly cleaned, the floor is paved with stone bricks, and there is not a single fallen leaf.

There is no light in the ancestral hall, and with the light in Kuai Changshun's hand, you can vaguely see several roofs hidden in the dark, one layer higher than the other, as if it is dormant in the darkness overlooking the strangeness of human beings.

Zhao Fusheng inexplicably felt uneasy after being spied on by a certain consciousness.

She remembered the scene when she stopped in front of the ancestral hall before, and then made Uncle Kuai six vigilant, and asked:

"Changshun, is this your Kuai clan ancestral hall?"

Kuai Changshun is still young, so he is not as calm as Uncle Kuailiu.

Zhao Fusheng's identity as the commander of the Demon Suppression Division was born with supreme deterrent power to him, coupled with the fact that her previous momentum made Uncle Kuai Sixth feel a little uncomfortable, Kuai Changshun witnessed the scene at that time, and was a little afraid of Zhao Fusheng, and when he heard her ask, he replied:

"Yes, sir."

"Can I go in?" She asked lightly.

Kuai Changshun had a bewildered look on his face.

Uncle Kuai Sixth said that according to the rules, the ancestral hall of Kuailiang Village is not allowed to be entered by men with the surname Kuai, but Kuai Changshun lacked confidence when facing Zhao Fusheng, and when he heard Zhao Fusheng say this, he panicked and said:

"My grandfather said, saying that this is not in accordance with the rules......"

"Rules? Can the rules of Kuailiang Village be greater than the decrees of the imperial court? Where can't the people in my Demon Suppression Division go? Zhao Fusheng pretended to be unhappy and asked several rhetorical questions.

While speaking, she seemed to ignore Kuai Changshun's opposition and insisted on going to the ancestral hall.

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