The grocer died on the third night when the moon was on the branches.

He didn't close the shop, he just took off the sign outside, and when he returned to his house, he changed into new clothes, washed up, and sat down in his yard.

In the face of that terrifying figure, the grocery boss behaved calmly this time.

He had a hunch.

"Everything will be settled."

He said to the ghost.

…

Outside the mourning hall of the old village chief.

Under the cold moonlight, Ning Qiushui stared at Yang She, who had changed into filial piety clothes, patted him on the shoulder, and said to him:

"In the past two days, you will keep a vigil for the old village chief, and don't go anywhere else."

"Besides, you can take this thing."

He gave Yang She the amulet that the grocery store owner had given him.

"Brother, you can take this......"

Yang She said that he would not accept anything.

Ningqiu Waterway:

"I have something else to ward off evil spirits."

Yang She still didn't want to accept it, he wiped the moist corners of his eyes, and his nose was sour:

"Actually, I know ......"

"My father and mother died because of me, so did the old village chief, and now my uncle in the commissary ......"

Ning Qiushui's hand on his shoulder was slightly forced.

"It's not your fault."

"It's the filth that should have been dispelled a long time ago."

"Take a good look at the old village chief's wake, maybe he can help you."

Under the moonlight, Yang She raised her face, a handful of snot, and a handful of tears.

Ning Qiushui wiped him.

"Alright, let's go."

"Don't cry next time, crying won't solve the problem."

Yang She took the talisman handed to him by Ning Qiushui, said a few words of thanks to him, and then went to Jiang Yi's side.

The latter and Ning Qiushui looked at each other and bowed slightly at Ning Qiushui.

"Please!"

He said.

Ning Qiushui made an oK gesture, and watched Jiang Yi take Yang She to the old village chief's mourning hall, and then turned to Qiu Wangsheng and said:

"Let's go."

Qiu Wangsheng rubbed his silver hair and asked:

"Where?"

Ning Qiushui:

"Guest house."

Qiu Wangsheng, who was following behind Ning Qiushui, heard this, and felt that the hairs on his back had grown:

"Ning Qiushui, what did you just say...... Hostel? ”

Ning Qiushui:

"Essentially, the guest house is the safest place for this bloody door."

Qiu Wangsheng frowned and retorted:

"No, yesterday, you didn't say ......"

Ning Qiushui:

"That's for them."

"This blood gate is not as terrifying as imagined, and the ghost has two obvious weaknesses."

"It may be better to use them separately."

Qiu Wangsheng fell into deep thought when he heard this.

"Two weaknesses ......"

Ning Qiushui explained:

"As long as we are on the second floor of the 'guest house', those three imps need to 'mark' one of us before they strike, otherwise they can't kill the tricksters in the room."

"And the way they mark them is rather clumsy, and if you are careful enough, you can easily check them."

"Ghosts are ghosts, intelligence is still worse than humans, and we still have tricks to watch out for."

When Ning Qiushui said this, Qiu Wangsheng understood.

His eyes lit up:

“…… But with last night's incident, the two of them will definitely find a way to find other tricksters to "join forces" and stay away from the guest house! ”

"So, even if there are tricksters who are bought by the three powerful ghosts and want to help them harm people, most of them will not do anything in the guest house!"

Ning Qiushui lit a cigarette and explained:

"It's just probably a lot smaller."

"Besides, those three imps will probably go to those who have left the guest house...... Although it was just a guess, I thought that once we left the second floor of the guest house, it is estimated that the three imps would no longer need to 'mark' us. ”

"When we went to the third floor of the guest house before, they didn't mark us, they just moved our hands."

The more Qiu Wangsheng listened, the more he began to feel Ning Qiushui's terror.

He is...... Since when did you start counting other people?

Those few people who didn't have much contact with Ning Qiushui at all, had their fate already begun to be seriously affected by Ning Qiushui in their subtle ways?

Unconsciously, Qiu Wangsheng's breathing became much shorter.

His eyes were always swirling on Ning Qiushui's back.

This seemingly ordinary person has gradually brought him a sense of oppression.

"I have a question......"

"Your idea is very powerful, but is it against the hint of this blood door to do so?"

"If we do this, it's 'evil', right?"

Ning Qiushui spat out a puff of white smoke into the bleak night sky.

"Evil?"

He smiled.

"It can make them hold together, let them become more united, and it can indeed increase their chances of survival!"

"Do you think this counts as 'evil'?"

"If they abandon their teammates or frame someone for their own selfish gain...... It is not me who does evil, but they are right. ”

"I just showed them a way to the end, and the choice of how to go is always in their own hands."

Qiu Wangsheng clenched his fists tightly and suddenly asked:

"Are the people who go to the eighth blood gate as strong as you?"

Ning Qiushui was silent for a moment:

"Not really, there are more powerful people than me, and there are straw bales."

"There are always luck and other uncertainties in the screening of the blood gate."

"But you don't have to think about it at all."

Qiu Wangsheng asked:

"Why?"

Ning Qiushui didn't answer him.

Returning to the second floor of the guest house, Ning Qiushui turned on the flashlight and briefly checked the room here.

Sure enough, there was no one left.

It seems that Almond, who is desperate to survive, has informed the other tricksters of the second weakness of the three imps, and has begun to regroup and huddle.

Ning Qiushui came to 210, pushed open the door after careful investigation, and checked the room with Qiu Wangsheng to check the places frequented by the room, and only after confirming that there was no problem did he close the door.

Light a white candle and place it on the windowsill.

"Can you get a good night's sleep tonight?"

Qiu Wangsheng stared at the candle flame, his expression tired.

He hadn't had much sleep for two nights in a row.

"It's hard to tell."

"As long as you survive tonight, you have a better chance of surviving."

Ning Qiushui glanced at the village sleeping in the darkness through the transparent glass window.

Qiu Wangsheng frowned:

"Isn't there another night?"

Ningqiu Waterway:

"After 12 o'clock tomorrow night, it will be the first seven of the old village chief, if nothing else...... Tomorrow night is reckoning night. ”

"Reckoning Night...... Liquidate what? The three imps? ”

"I'm afraid it's more than that."

Ning Qiushui's face reflected on the glass window had a hint of imperceptible solemnity.

Recalling today's events, he always felt that something unsettled him.

His gut told him...... Something terrible is about to happen in Goose Village.

pS: The third update.

It's late, sorry!

Good night!