As Qiu Wangsheng exclaimed, the attention of the two was immediately drawn together.

I saw Qiu Wangsheng in the depths of the grass and trees, and saw a ...... Rotten hands.

Thanks to the cover of the jungle branches and the infiltration of running water, the stench that caused this rotting hand did not spread, and it was difficult to detect.

"Do you want to dig it out, Brother Ning?"

Shen Qiang asked.

Ning Qiushui pondered for a moment, took a flashlight and went deeper into the weeds in the ditch, and found that there was something else inside.

A brick that doesn't fit in with the surrounding gravel and cobblestones.

There was also blood on the bricks.

"It seems that this man was not killed by one person."

"Bricks again, hammers again......"

When Qiu Wangsheng complained, Ning Qiushui interjected coldly:

"It's a new brick, and it's just been burned."

"Has anyone in the village recently repaired a house?"

The two looked at each other and shook their heads:

"Nope."

Shen Qiang said seriously:

"Brother Ning, I've walked around the village, and I haven't seen anyone in the village repairing the house."

"This brick may be a stock that was saved before, but it is better preserved, or the so-called immortal master wants to repair something, Jiang Yi bought some bricks in advance in order to make him believe."

Ning Qiushui's brows furrowed, he tossed the brick in his hand, and then threw it out.

"Let's go."

"Aren't you digging up, Brother Ning?"

"There's no need."

"What if this is the old village chief's bones?"

Ning Qiushui returned to the shore and lit a cigarette.

"When a man dies, most of the flesh is rotten, but the bones are not rotten."

"The bones of this hand are too thin, too straight, and the degree of aging is less, and at first glance, it looks like a relatively young person who has not exercised much."

"It's probably the unlucky immortal master."

"Didn't you hear Jiang Yi say, they are mixed martial arts halls, and their methods are so vigorous and resolute, the old man was not a good stubble when he was young."

After speaking, he turned his head to look at the suspicious appearance of the two generals, and said:

"If you don't believe me, go to the family and borrow a hoe or shovel, anyway, this corpse is shallow and can be poured out in twenty minutes."

Two people pay and act.

It took fifteen minutes to verify what Ning Qiushui said.

"Convinced, brother......"

Shen Qiang wiped the sweat from his head and looked at the disgusting corpse in the ditch, which was fortunately covered in running water, so that the stench came out less.

After washing the hoes and returning them, Shen Qiang asked again if there were any new houses in the village, and the family said no.

After coming back, Shen Qiang watched Ning Qiushui sit on the stone next to the ditch bank, holding a fragment in his hand and observing it carefully.

The constricted brow showed that Ning Qiushui was thinking.

"Brother Ning, what is this?"

Shen Qiang asked.

Ning Qiushui:

"Soul Jar Fragments."

Shen Qiang swallowed his saliva.

"You're, this thing is so ominous, what are you doing with it?"

Ning Qiushui raised his eyebrows:

"You can take a hammer, why can't I take a jar?"

When Shen Qiang heard this, he hurriedly threw away the hammer hidden on his body.

"If you don't say it, I forgot, this thing has been carrying it on my body weirdly, and it's still unlucky!"

Qiu Wangsheng on the side was also curious:

"Brother, you've been looking at this fragment for a long time, and you were also looking at it when you were under the guest house before, is there a flower on it?"

Ning Qiushui says:

"I'm thinking about one thing...... If Jiang Yi killed his father and made it into a soul jar, where should we find it? ”

Shen Qiang thought about it and said his exquisite opinion:

"If it were me, I would definitely put it with the other soul jars, so that others wouldn't be able to find it even if they wanted to!"

The two looked at him as if they were fools.

"What's wrong, what's wrong......"

Shen Qiang was stunned by the eyes of the two.

Qiu Wangsheng says:

"If it's you, when your father's soul is called, you'll be the first to die."

Shen Qiang was stunned for a moment, and immediately understood what Qiu Wangsheng meant.

He scratched his head and sneered:

"I'm really ...... Didn't pay attention to this stubble. ”

Those soul jars in the mourning hall are used to summon souls, if Jiang Yi puts the soul jar of the old village chief in that place, he will bring about his own destruction!

"Damn."

Shen Qiang crossed his hands on his hips and looked around blankly.

"Where else can the old village chief hide?"

"In the mountains?"

"In the ditch?"

"In the well?"

Ning Qiushui exhaled, looked at the increasingly gloomy sky, and said solemnly:

"On this day...... I'm afraid that it won't last until the night is going to be dark. ”

"Let's look ahead first."

The ditch is very long, and it takes time to find out if there is a second body, and when the two of them were investigating, Ning Qiushui called Mu Quan, and Mu Quan told Ning Qiushui that the three little ghosts had not returned, but the other three had not come back either.

"No, Brother Ning...... We don't have enough manpower, so we just find it, even if we find it dark, it is estimated that we can't even touch half of the ditch. ”

Shen Qiang supported his knees with both hands, and his chest rose and fell violently.

"If you want me to say, if the old village chief is really an important role, his corpse or soul jar must be placed in a very special place, and it really needs to be buried in the ditch, it is also likely to be in the location of the wooden plaque at the entrance of the village...... I suggest, suggest that we go straight to that place and look for it! ”

This time, Qiu Wangsheng did not refute Shen Qiang, and glanced at him in surprise:

"Did you get the hang of this manual work?"

"Sure enough, the source of human wisdom comes from their laziness."

Ning Qiushui squatted down and glanced at the length of the ditch and said:

"Let's go to the entrance of the village again, let's go, try again, if it doesn't work, we can only return to the guest house."

"If something really happens to those three people, we only have two chances to use the ghost weapon, which is related to whether we can leave the guest house alive, which is very precious and cannot be used at will."

The three of them agreed and went to the entrance of the village, which ended in a horizontal road, and behind it became a muddy river paved with pebbles, and the ditch of the goose village flowed down from the mountain and finally joined the river.

At this time, the sky is dark and cloudy, giving people the feeling that a heavy rain is about to fall.

The wooden sign that the old village chief had inserted still stood on the sand of the intersection, but it was a little crooked, as if someone had touched it.

Ning Qiushui came to the entrance of the village, looked at the handwriting on the wooden sign, and frowned.

Previously, only the bottom line of the four lines of words on the wooden plaque was crossed out.

And now......

The wooden plaque of the proverb left by the old village chief was completely smeared with blood, and it was completely unclear what was written on it......

"I, I'm grass!"

"This is fresh blood?!"

Shen Qiang saw the blood on the wooden card, and for some reason, a bad premonition rose in his heart.

On this wooden plaque...... How can there be fresh bloodstains?

Who painted it?

Where does the blood come from?

pS: Three more chapters first, two more in the evening, and I finished writing this copy today.