The bus of the strange house drove slowly, and Ning Qiushui stared at the puzzle pieces in his hand, frowning slightly.

When did this piece of the puzzle appear in the amulet?

It seems like a coincidence, but it's not a coincidence.

Puzzle pieces can be disguised, but cannot be hidden or disappear.

Whether it was when the grocery store owner handed over the talisman to Ning Qiushui, or later when Yang She personally handed the talisman on the third floor of the guest house, Ning Qiushui pinched the talisman more than once.

The inside is soft.

Or rather, hollow.

Nothing.

And now, inside the amulet, the hard pieces of the puzzle are emitting a warm shimmer.

Ning Qiushui felt it carefully, he seemed to remember that when he got on the bus for the first time just now, this talisman had not reacted yet.

He thought of the hint of the Blood Gate.

Could it be that the "good and evil" of this blood door is not only related to customs clearance, but also related to puzzle pieces?

In the seat in front of him, Mu Quan's injuries recovered.

He and Shen Qiang thanked Ning Qiushui and Qiu Wangsheng, and left their contact information, saying that if the two of them were in need, they could contact them outside, and if they could help, they would not refuse.

The bus plunged into the thick fog, and everyone began to feel sleepy, before going to sleep, Qiu Wangsheng said to Ning Qiushui:

"When you go back, can you help me say thank you to her?"

Ning Qiushui looked at him with some incomprehension:

"Why are you so daring?"

"Say it yourself."

Qiu Wangsheng lowered his head, a little preoccupied.

"Say it yourself, I'm going to sleep."

Ning Qiushui repeated it again, not wanting to pay attention to him anymore, he hugged his hands on his chest, and the sound of breathing quickly became even.

Qiu Wangsheng sighed.

"Say it yourself, say it yourself......"

He sat back in his seat with a muttered to himself.

…

Goose Village.

Outside the guest house, the three remaining guardians were torn off their heads by the old village chief.

The gushing blood stained the small open space outside the first floor of the guest house.

Jiang Yi, whose hands and feet were abolished by Ning Qiushui, had no help from the spirit guard, so he could only sit on the ground, and the blood of the spirit keeper flowed in front of him, like a plea for help, and like a question.

Looking at the terrible ghost standing in the courtyard, Jiang Yi's face turned terribly pale, and he kept retreating, retreating to the cement steps where his back was clinging to the cracks, and finally there was nowhere to retreat.

The crimson on the ground contrasted sharply with the white moon above the sky, fused into the smell of death, Jiang Yi seemed to know that he couldn't escape, he sat down, smiled, and scolded at the powerful ghost in front of him:

"Jiang Mingyang!"

"You're not a thing!"

"You bastard!"

"At the beginning, you said that you wanted to return the evil village to a peaceful place, and we followed without hesitation, and in that battle, six brothers died in the martial arts hall!"

"Six!"

"You brought them all out yourself!"

"They traded their lives for the position of village chief for you!!"

"But what about you?"

"What did you do?"

"Fuck, you're done as the village chief, and you're going to follow the ancients to pass on a position, right, and leave a good name, right?"

"But what about me? I'm your own son!! ”

Jiang Yi scolded more and more angrily, and tried to poke his chest with his severed hand:

"Have you thought about me?"

"I'm telling you, I don't fucking care about that village chief at all!"

"I just can't get used to it, we lived and died together for your words, but what about you?"

"Over the years, we haven't even had privileges in a small broken village, and we have to live the same life as those lowly people!"

"Jiang Mingyang, you old thing, you're sorry for us!!"

He yelled hoarsely at the approaching ghost.

The ghost stared at him coldly, in silence.

"Why don't you speak?"

"Guilty?"

Jiang Yi knew that today was his death, and the ruthlessness in his bones came up, and he didn't bother to play the emotional card with the other party.

Jiang Mingyang stood in the courtyard and was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke:

"One of the things I regret the most is that I taught you martial arts at the age when you should have been literate to read and write...... Over the years, it seems that you have only learned to fight with others, in fact, the law of the jungle is the law of the jungle, if you can, I would prefer you to live as a person. ”

Jiang Yi sneered:

"Human?"

"Where am I still human?"

"We paid the price of blood to help the untouchables in the village quell the bully rebellion, but does any of them remember my efforts?"

"Not a single one!"

Jiang Mingyang came to Jiang Yi's face, and the shadow covered him.

"Kid, didn't you help them quell the bully rebellion."

"You're just...... Want to snatch the power from the bullies and become the new bully. ”

"You only care if others are worthy of you, but do you remember what you did to others?"

"It's not that I don't want to hand over the power of the village chief to you...... But I don't dare. ”

The sigh made Jiang Yi's eyes fall into confusion.

The old village chief's hand was gently pressed on the top of his head.

It's like a father is comforting his son.

The next moment, Jiang Yi's body exploded into a blood flower.

Sprinkled all over the ground.

"Grandpa ...... the village chief"

Yang She on the side saw this scene and seemed to want to say something.

The old village chief shook his head slightly.

"Goose Village doesn't need bullies."

"Once upon a time...... In the future, too. ”

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