Yizhuang doesn't look so scary during the day either. Zhou Sheng was originally different from ordinary children, he just thought that his biological father might exist in this dark house, there was always a very strange feeling, Zhou Sheng couldn't say clearly, but he wanted to understand, and he also knew that if he wanted to know what kind of idea he had in his heart, he needed to see this so-called father.

Xia Yubing actually didn't see any real fierce gods and evils when she was doing fast hunting, she had caught a few thieves at most, but she had never seen murder, although she was very bold on weekdays, and she often regarded herself as a fast catcher, but now she saw the door that seemed to be as terrifying as a dark hole, Xia Yubing was still a little scared, and she even stood half a step farther than Zhou Sheng.

But Zhou Sheng still pulled the old man with a long beard and walked in. The pavilion chief was very calm, and he also comforted Xia Yubing with a smile: "There are no evil people in these villagers." Zhoujiacun has not had that kind of guy who is bad to the bone for many years, and we won't converge on that kind of thing in Yizhuang. "The pavilion chief is very kind, and his eyes always squint when he smiles.

Xia Yubing always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what the problem was.

The corpses in Yizhuang were all lying quietly, and Xia Yubing felt funny when this thought appeared in his mind, if these dead people didn't lie down, would they have to jump up and turn around a few times and say a few words to themselves?

There are probably more than a dozen corpses in Yizhuang, many of which have been dried.

"Our Zhoujia Village is not wealthy, and it takes a long time to make a coffin, and in order to prevent these bodies that have been collected from rotting and smelling, we will first make them into dried corpses - the simple way is to stuff some herbs into the stomach or something. The pavilion chief kept introducing, and it was true that there was no smell of corpses here.

Xia Yubing curiously observed these dead people, Xia Yubing comforted herself that since these people were dead, they would definitely not get up, after thinking about it, she was not so afraid in her heart, there were shelves on both sides of Yizhuang, and the villagers who had died were all the simplest cloth clothes.

Coarse cloth clothes, even the thread ends are messy, and they are completely undisciplined and randomly knitted.

This is the second time Xia Yubing has felt that something is wrong, but she still can't remember what the problem is.

"I made the clothes. At this time, a deep voice suddenly appeared behind Xia Yubing's ears, Xia Yubing didn't jump up in fright, didn't scream, didn't even jump her eyelids, she just raised her hand to pull out the knife on her waist.

But the hand that held the knife was held by another, larger, rougher hand.

The owner of this hand and the owner of the voice are one person, Xia Yubing suddenly withdrew his hand and turned back, his body retreated, but his hand still did not pull out, and was held by that person even harder.

Xia Yubing could already see the appearance of this person clearly, this was an old man who was about sixty years old, his hair was gray and white, his figure was extremely tall, the wrinkles on his face were the same as the bark of a dead tree, and he had one eye lowered, but the other eye was wide, the old man had no expression on his face, looking at Xia Yubing.

Xia Yubing's hand was still holding in that person's hand, Xia Yubing was about to raise his legs, and there might be only one best way to deal with a man.

The pavilion chief dodged between Xia Yubing and the man with a more vigorous movement that was completely inconsistent with his age.

"This, this is, our long-term workers in Yizhuang call him Lao Zhao. Although the pavilion chief flashed quickly, only this one action made him breathless: "Lao Zhao is in charge of almost all the affairs of Yizhuang, including the coffin and the deceased's clothes. ”

"Although the girl's hands have some skill, they are still a little delicate. Lao Zhao's voice was low, hoarse and ugly.

Xia Yubing snorted after hearing this, and then shook off Lao Zhao's hand vigorously, and Lao Zhao didn't hold on to it, and let go.

"Do you know Zhou Da?" Zhou Sheng said quickly, he was usually silent, so his tone was a little strange when he spoke: "He was the only one left in the family, who died three years ago." ”

"Oh, the widower. Lao Zhao nodded: "I'll take you there, there is really no one in their family to pay the money to bury him, so you need to queue up, and wait for those poor ghosts who died before him and have no money to be buried, so that he can approach the coffin." His expressionless expression almost engraved the words "don't enter" on his face, and looking at Lao Zhao's expression when he looked at the pavilion chief, Xia Yubing even felt that Lao Zhao had added a few words to his face: "Don't enter acquaintances." ”

"Lao Zhao just doesn't speak well, and he is usually a very good person. The pavilion chief explained to Xia Yubing in a low voice.

At the same time, Tang Qian was almost standing in Yizhuang in the same place as Xia Yubing and the others were standing, but he didn't see Xia Yubing, let alone Lao Zhao, the pavilion chief, and Zhou Sheng—just like they didn't see Tang Qian.

Behind him were twenty-three corpses with their heads bowed and dangling.

"Zhou Da, in front. These were the words of the twenty-fourth corpse standing up, and Tang Qian could see from a distance that there was only one corpse in front of him.

On the side of Zhou Sheng Xia Yubing, who couldn't see Tang Qian, Lao Zhao's finger also pointed to the location of the corpse he saw with Tang Qian.

It's like the same house, two different worlds.

Tang Qian was already standing in front of the corpse.

"These are all going to kill you behind you, after all, you called them up. The body didn't get up, and said directly.

"It doesn't matter, are you Zhou Da?" Tang Qian asked directly.

The corpse was lying on his side, and he slowly turned around and looked at Tang Qian.

Even Tang Qian's eyelids jumped, and he saw Zhou Da's face.

This face is very flat, compared with ordinary faces, it lacks a nose, and lips, and eyes do have, and it is not the kind of dry corpse eyes that are shriveled in, but a pair of bloodshot, black and white eyes.

"I am. ”

"Isn't it very troublesome to establish such a mirror flower?" Tang Qian suddenly asked again.

He didn't ask Zhou Sheng, not Zhoujiacun, but a question that didn't match the preface.

But Zhou Da really replied to him: "It should be very troublesome, and this Zhou Da and the real Zhou Da should also be half-truths and half-truths-"

At the same time, Xia Yubing finally thought of a strange place: "Pavilion Chief, the blood rain has killed a lot of people, in addition to the monks, are there also villagers, as the pavilion chief of a place, why can you talk and laugh so much?"

The pavilion chief pondered for a moment: "Maybe this is a strange place, but the real situation is that there are only a few people in Zhoujia Village, so it shouldn't be your luck, maybe I'm unlucky." ”

Xia Yubing finally pulled out her knife, she felt that she couldn't beat Lao Zhao, but she still had to give it a try.