Ning Qiushui got the farthest wooden room in the dilapidated wooden corridor.

According to Cheng Di, the village has to keep the spirit for 5 days, and the last day is exactly the first seven days of the village chief!

This mission was also surprisingly simple, and they could live until the end of the wake.

The only thing that made the tricksters a little unclear was the hint given by the Blood Gate - don't take evil as small, don't take good as small.

On the surface, it is to let them do more good deeds and not do bad things, but in fact...... Is it really that simple?

Anyone who knows a little bit about the urine nature of the blood gate knows that vague prompts are not necessarily a good thing.

After entering the room, Ning Qiushui checked the surroundings of the room as usual.

He checked it very carefully, and after a while, he really let Ning Qiushui find something under his bed.

It's a thumbtack.

-for-tat.

The fluffy quilt covers it, so you can't see it at all, but once someone sleeps, you will be stabbed.

Moreover, this pin is in the center of the bed, which means that the appearance of this pin was not accidentally dropped while cleaning, but intentionally.

Ning Qiushui took the pin in his hand and took a closer look, but didn't find anything special.

"Why do you want to keep a pin in my room?"

He looked at the pushpin and put it on the wooden table, and suddenly heard footsteps running quickly outside the door, Ning Qiushui walked quickly to the door of the room, pushed the door and took a look.

There was no one to be seen outside the door.

Ning Qiushui frowned slightly.

Just as he was about to return to his room, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the next room:

"it!"

"Shhhh

The room in the guest house is indeed not so soundproof, and the person next door can be heard screaming in pain, as if he is injured.

Bang bang bang!

Ning Qiushui knocked on the door of 209 next door, and with a rush of footsteps, the door was opened, and the American boy Shen Qiang had a look of thanks:

"What?"

Ning Qiushui glanced him up and down:

"It's nothing, I heard someone in your room scream just now, and I wonder if you are in any danger, so I will come and see."

Shen Qiang also looked at Ning Qiushui, and gradually became clearer with angry eyes.

"Nothing...... It's just that the person who is responsible for cleaning is too careless, and just now WordShow (my hand) was pricked by a pushpin on the sofa. ”

Hearing the 'pushpin', Ning Qiushui's expression changed subtly, and he said to Shen Qiang:

"I'm sorry, Shen Qiang, can you show me that pushpin?"

Shen Qiang hesitated for a moment, but did not refuse, turned to the person in the room and said:

"Mu Quan, where did I throw the pushpin just now?"

"In the trash can, look for it yourself."

Shen Qiang walked in, rummaged through the trash can, and then asked:

"Mu Quan, what did you throw in the trash, so slimy?"

"Huh? I didn't. ”

Shen Qiang frowned and scolded:

"Are the people in this village so disgusting, it's hard to change a garbage bag?"

As he spoke, he came to the door and showed the pushpin in his palm to Ning Qiushui:

"Well, that's all there ......"

Ning Qiushui glanced at the pushpin and frowned.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Qiang saw that Ning Qiushui's expression was wrong, and said suspiciously:

"You ...... too"

Ning Qiushui did not evade and nodded.

"Hmm."

"The pushpins are basically the same, they should be placed by the same person."

After he finished speaking, a woman's exclamation came from a room not far away.

Several people glanced at each other, and Shen Qiang, who liked to join in the fun, suddenly became interested and pulled his partner Mu Quan to knock on the door.

Due to the rush to go, they did not close the door.

Ning Qiushui stood at the door, inexplicably feeling like being spied on.

He felt hairy and his eyes swept the room, but he didn't find anything unusual.

There was a quarrel not far away, and it seemed that Shen Qiang, who loved to join in the fun, quarreled with two women, and the motives for the quarrel were also very naïve.

- Shen Qiang tried to ask why the two women were screaming just now and whether they had encountered something, but the two women did not admit it, but asked Shen Qiang if he wanted to harm them if he wanted to enter their room so much......

Ning Qiushui shook his head helplessly.

In fact, I have been dangling in the blood gate for a long time, and I can also meet a lot of strange things.

Shen Qiang is one of them.

He didn't go to join in the fun, but went straight to Qiu Wangsheng's door, he raised his hand to knock on the door, but found that the door was not closed.

Ning Qiushui pushed open the hidden door and found Qiu Wangsheng sitting on the sofa alone, with his back to the door, looking at the coffee table in front of him.

Sensing that someone was looking at him, Qiu Wangsheng turned his head and glanced at Ning Qiushui, with indifference in his eyes.

"Something?"

He asked.

Ning Qiushui ignored him, his eyes carefully scanned his room, and then left here and went downstairs alone.

After Ning Qiushui left, Qiu Wangsheng's face changed slightly, and he also looked at the room he was in, frowning......

…

Canteen.

"What do you want?"

The shopkeeper sat in front of a pockmarked TV, his expression blank, and the shelves behind him were dusty, and it looked like he hadn't cleaned them for a while.

"A pack of cigarettes, a candle, a lighter, a flashlight, and three packs of spicy strips."

The shopkeeper was about fifty or sixty years old, with gray hair, and was stunned for a few seconds after hearing Ning Qiushui's words, before he stood up and went to get something.

Ning Qiushui glanced at his cargo rack.

"You're selling a lot of miscellaneous here."

The shopkeeper Mu Ne said:

"I have a grocery store in the village, and everyone needs more on weekdays, so I sell a lot of things."

He took it and placed it on the glass case in front of him.

"38 pieces."

Ning Qiushui scanned the crumpled QR code in his corner 38.

Then he lit a cigarette in front of him and gave him one.

"Boss, I'...... I want to ask you something."

The shopkeeper followed Ning Qiushui to swallow the clouds and spit out the mist, and the stiffness on his face relaxed slightly.

"What?"

"Isn't it usually three days to keep the spirit, why does the village chief have to keep it for seven days?"