The situation in the white-clothed temple is not much different from the first time the traveler came, the offering table that was split into three sections is still falling in front of the door, the fragments of painted clay sculptures and the dead branches and rotten leaves blown in by the wind are scattered all over the ground, and the clumps of weeds growing in the cracks of the pebbles connected to the foundation are still in place, crowded in the pitifully narrow gap to absorb the sunshine and rain, and it is not as windless and automatic as the plants in other places in the courtyard. If you don't look at the eight arms that look like they rise upside down in the middle of the main hall. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Cards, cards, cards. "Just now chasing after the traverser, the monster that can tear the rattan basket of the old vine in the mountain in half like a dead leaf with one hand, stopped in front of this seemingly uninhabited palace, it hesitated, hesitated, rubbed its teeth together, it was salivating, and had no choice but to pull out a wild chrysanthemum that was gnawing on its arm, regardless of the wild chrysanthemum's twisting and scratching, stuffed it into its shriveled mouth, and chewed it with relish!

As it chewed, the crimson liquid like blood actually dripped down from the wild chrysanthemum, and a dog's tail grass that was still wrapped around its few white hairs and tried to probe its pupilless eyes to pierce it seemed to feel something, bent into a bow shape as if to bounce away, but it was grabbed by it, only to have time to bloom the tassel, and the thousand hollow thin teeth in the spike made a half-howl like a baby's cry, the reason why it was said to be half-sound, because the monster in the shape of an old woman had already bitten and swallowed the spike of the mutated dogtail grass, and the pitch-black tongue licked it on the gum, and stirred a fragment of the spike that was crawling out of the mouth into its throat。

It nibbles the mutated plants like candy snacks for a hawker, and when it nibbles on the weeds that have fallen on its upper body, a few of the weeds that have landed at its feet are still holding its feet and nibbling.

Then it turned its attention to the upside-down offering table in front of the temple.

It hesitated, then pressed a half-gnawed sprig of mutant weed to the table.

Nothing happened.

It seemed a little confused, and after a while, carefully pressed a finger on the offering table.

Still nothing happened.

This seemed to give it a great encouragement, and it tiptoed into the main hall, but it never seemed to be able to take a step forward.

"I knew that you guy, you don't look like a good person," the traverser muttered, he was climbing on the girder of the Baiyi Temple, examining the scroll he had just gotten from a box on the beam, he didn't know that there would be something in this position, but he only knew after reading the material book of the ancestral hall, and sure enough, the intelligence was very valuable in the battle: "However, according to Zhao Xiaoliu's guy, the ancestral hall of Jiming Village is for your portrait, so your descendants are still in the village, are you even your descendants pitted?"

He had dragged Zhao Xiaoliu to stay in the Baiyi Temple for a long time, although he had the intention of waiting until the evening to act, but he also wanted to know why there were Yiren puppets here, and it was so close to the mourning ditch, and the blood in the ditch was so much cleaner than the rest of Jiming Village, and whether the thimble he took away would break something - now it seems that it was really broken, and it was the ghost that guided him to find the treasure that deliberately broke it!

The ghost in military uniform who looked at him no longer had the kindness he had when they first met, probably knowing that the maggot's face could not frighten the traverser, it had changed to another image at the moment, its eyes bulged out, blood was dripping from its mouth, and the long knife was not in the scabbard on his waist, but it was just inserted in his back, coming out of his abdomen, and the tip of the knife was carrying the ghost's intestines, white and blue.

When it died, it should have been like this.

"You were actually stabbed to death by your own knife, you, it's really enough. The traverser shook his head, in fact, with the way he died in his previous life, he was not qualified to say so, but, whatever it is, only he knows his black history: "Is it the ancestor of Jiming Village who stabbed you to death?

The ghost didn't make any moves, so his guess seemed to be quite correct: "I've seen the knife marks on the offering table and other places, and it's all your good work to loot the White Clothes Temple, and in the end, the spoils are unevenly distributed? I have to say that this is quite common, and it is not difficult to guess, probably you were busy looting, and you accidentally left the most valuable treasure in the gap, but it cheapened me-how do I know that this thing is the most valuable? I'm not blind, and I don't know what is happening around me?"

He sat on a high place, and when he looked up, he saw the remains of the finches discarded by the dog's tail grass, slowly getting up, still jumping in the grass, no different from when he was alive, but his movements were extremely stiff.

"I have to say that your plan has succeeded, the suppression of the town here has been taken away by me, and the blood is about to rush to the ground, or in three days, the entire Jiming Village will be turned into a demon domain, but don't you try to inform your children and grandchildren? Ha, it turns out that your children and grandchildren have been killed by them?" The traverser looked at the ghost King Kong's angry eyes, and speculated: "Kill your young son first, and then sell your wife and daughter in the name of 'eating out of households', and confiscate your family property into the ancestral hall, everyone is very happy...... yes, I know, that's a lot of fun. ”

Theoretically, only families without sons in Jiming Village will be "wiped out", but killing an underage child is really not a troublesome thing.

Then it went very well, no one would care about the fate of women who didn't have a man to "top the door", the village chief said to sell them, then everyone would only care about whether they could get a little bit after they were sold, and make a "desperate fortune", and they couldn't share the money from selling women, but they could get a cage for raising chickens, which was also "flying wealth", Zhao Xiaoliu brothers, what they said on the mountain at the beginning, referring to such a little scraps. It seems that this is a very pitiful small amount, but Jiming Village, which is not a very wealthy village in the first place, can scoop another spoonful from his daughter's bowl, and he feels that he has saved a lot of money for the Wang family, and it is also worth ordinary villagers to be happy for a long time to get a chicken coop.

Because of this, whenever the villagers see that any of their relatives have no sons, they will wander for a long time like sharks that smell blood, speculating when they will be able to rush in shouting "rob the household", drag the woman's hair out and hand it over to the matchmaker who sells women, whether she is fifty or five years old, the woman of a good family who is willing to work like a donkey is always a good seller in the neighboring village, and at the same time they will snatch everything they can grab, even if it is a chicken cage, the day when the man of the desperate family dies is really a festival for relatives! If someone gives birth to a son, as long as they are ruthless, it is also easy to deal with, and if they give birth to two sons, according to the mortality rate that half of the children in Jiming Village will die, there is still a lot of hope for relatives, and they have to give birth to three sons, and the relatives will say: "Alas, the third son will never be the last son again." In these words, it is inevitably a little regrettable, when they talk about this, they naturally have to give birth to three.

This is still the case for a relative, let alone a person who has already been "cut off from his children and grandchildren" in the village! To be able to share his family property is really a beautiful thing for the whole village to celebrate!

Afterwards, they were probably afraid of something, and offered the portrait of the ghost in the ancestral hall, according to the words of some people, a stick of incense is enough to cover all the property of the deceased, and it is much more than enough, so they can say that they have a favor with the ghost, not to mention, it is an ancestral hall where a tablet costs seventy taels according to the old practice!

But obviously, the ghost who has enjoyed incense in Jiming Village for many years does not think so!

It guides the traversers to take away the town's belongings, hoping that the entire Jiming Village will be buried for the crimes of their ancestors!