But I still don't understand...... "Lu Heng said, "Even if the 'sheep-headed ghost' is indeed a priest, how can you judge that he has a connection with the demon?"

Zhao Huan said: "Young Master Lu, think about it, what is the occupation of the first victim in Sweetwater Village?"

"Hmm...... Herdsman"

"Yes, herders are not hunters, and they don't bring wild animals home, which would frighten the livestock. So I deduced that the demon must have a harmless appearance. What happened in Tiger Wolf Valley also confirmed this: no matter how powerful it was, it would not be able to hunt the beasts in the valley on its own. Unless ......"

Lu Heng muttered, "Unless it looks like a perfect prey, a ...... to be slaughtered"

"Yes, Mr. Lu. Zhao Huan's eyes scorched in the dark night: "Lamb to the slaughter." ”

Lu Heng pondered for a moment and said, "I understand." So let's start with the 'sheep-headed ghost'!

But Dulan County is so big, you don't want me to go door-to-door to search, do you? I'm really fed up with this kind of errand. ”

He remembered his experience at the Niuwang Temple in Chengdu and couldn't help frowning.

"Of course not. Zhao Huan waved his hand, "I know where to find him." Because I happen to know a people who have 'sheep' as their totem, and their name is 'Qiang'. ”

Lu Heng was stunned: "Why should the Qiang people of 'Qiang Di complain about Yang Liu'?"

"That's them. Zhao Huan nodded, "The Qiang people have always used sheep as a totem. During the coming-of-age ceremony, wool thread is hung around the neck to show that it is one with the sheep. If someone dies, the family slaughters a sheep at the funeral to bring the soul to heaven.

They also feed on sheep's hair, sheep's bones, sheepskins, wool, and mutton. It can be said that he is inseparable from sheep all his life.

For a guy like the 'sheep's head who wears their totem to kill people', there will be no information, perhaps...... Maybe he's one of them......"

Lu Heng smiled: "Without further ado, let's go." ”

In the middle of the moon, Dulan, a small remote county town, fell asleep early. The moonlight made everything unreal, and the blackened windows looked like a pair of eyes, watching the two men on horseback.

Zhao Huan took Lu Heng to a small square. It's dark everywhere, but it's lit here.

Because of a bonfire on the ground.

Beside the fire, a man seemed to be asleep, repeating words that others could not understand.

Zhao Huan nodded to Lu Heng, jumped off the horse, and saluted the man: "Excuse me, the two of us want to participate in the honorable ceremony." ”

The man was unconscious, and muttered to himself. Zhao Huan took out two delicately polished sheep bones from his waist and threw them into the fire, only to see the flames roar up, the fire was fierce and abnormal, and the shape of a pair of sheep horns vaguely appeared.

The man by the fire had excitement in his eyes, picked out a dry wood from the fire, and lit it on the ground. A few people suddenly walked out of the dark alley, and without saying a word, they tied Zhao Huan and Lu Heng's hands.

Zhao Huan was shocked and lost his voice: "What do you mean......

A few people didn't seem to understand Chinese, staring at her directly.

At this time, she saw Lu Heng smiling at herself, and she was suddenly not afraid.

Strange to say, this man didn't have to speak, just standing next to him was enough to put himself at ease.

An airtight sack was placed over his head.

Zhao Huan felt that he was going all the way down, and the air was getting more and more humid. After a long time, the hood was taken off violently, and the strong fire burned the bottom of the eyes, but the surroundings suddenly became clear.

It is a huge underground cave that is lit up by torches. Thousands of people prostrate on the ground and bow down to one person.

The man wore a vivid sheep's head mask on his head and held two knives in his hands.

Zhao Huan couldn't help but exclaim: "Sheep-headed ghost!"

Her voice was loud in the quiet of the cave, and the prostrate ones turned their heads to stare at her.

From afar, each of them had the same mask on their faces, and Zhao Huan couldn't help but exclaim again.

The man sitting on the high platform suddenly said, "You are not Qiang, why do you want to attend our ceremony?"

Zhao Huan said: "Because ...... Because we also want to receive the blessing of the sheep god!"

The man sniffed in the air: "Lie, this is the smell of lies! I'll give you another chance, what are you doing here?"

Zhao Huan panicked for a moment, beads of sweat flowed down his cheeks, but he didn't know how to answer the question.

At this time, Lu Heng replied: "Investigate the case." Can't you?"

"Investigation ......," the man sneered, "You mean that we will let lawbreakers infiltrate the sacred scriptures?

Lu Heng smiled: "Really, why do I think it's you, a murderer, who are insulting the ceremony?"

The man trembled with anger, and pointed at Lu Heng and said, "I'm going to burn you as a sacrifice!"

The few people who escorted Lu Heng heard this, and immediately pressed his shoulders hard.

But Lu Heng is like a statue carved from marble, and he doesn't move at all. Looking at his hands again, the rope had already been untied.

Everyone was shocked, and the leader suddenly jumped into the crowd, shook a few times, and then disappeared again. All of them were dressed and dressed in the same way, and it was impossible to tell who was who.

Lu Heng jumped into the crowd, countless sheep-headed people shuttled back and forth beside him, dazzling him, countless hands pushed him like waves, and there was a dizzying smell in the air.

Zhao Huan shouted: "Master Lu, don't hurt people! Otherwise, you won't be able to continue investigating!"

Before the words fell, suddenly people retreated, and a tall sheep-headed man stood in front of Lu Heng. He ripped off his white clothes, revealing his rock-solid muscles.

The rest of the crowd suddenly threw torches in a circle, surrounded the two of them, and shouted rhythmically: "Ho!

Lu Heng smiled slightly: "Duel, right?"

The fighter didn't say a word, lowered his head and rushed over, slamming into Lu Heng's waist like a speeding rock sheep.

It stands to reason that even if a normal person is not seriously injured by this beating, he will have to lie down for ten days and a half months.

But Lu Heng didn't move.

He gently raised his hand and slapped it downward. The fighter's back seemed to be pressed against a 10,000-pound boulder, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

No one in the audience expected such a result, and they exclaimed. Unexpectedly, the sheep-headed fighter was extremely brave, and he stood up strongly.

Lu Heng said: "Forget it, you can't beat me." ”

The fighter's pride seemed to be greatly damaged, and he groped around his waist with a trembling hand, took out a bunch of purple herbs, and stuffed it into his mouth along the sheep's head.

I heard a female voice in the crowd exclaiming, "Jiang Luo, no!"

With that, the man squeezed his way out of the crowd, leapfrogged over the flames, and ran wildly to the fighter's side.

The fighter seemed to be in pain after taking the herbs, and he was half-kneeling on the ground, and a low moan came out of his mouth.

The woman ripped off her hood and said loudly: "We just got married, I don't allow you to hurt yourself like this!"

But with a wave of his hand, the fighter pushed the woman far away and stood up.

His whole body was bigger. The skin is mixed with wisps of purple, illuminated by the firelight, like a strange python, indescribably weird.

He pounced on Lu Heng again, and with a wave of his hand, it was a heavy punch, this time the speed and strength were the same as just now.

If it was a human just now, now it is a monster in the truest sense of the word.

Lu Heng's figure shook and he dodged.

There are not many people who can make Lu Heng dodge, and he disdains to dodge in most cases.

But at the moment when Lu Heng dodged, the fighter retreated and elbowed back as if he was an unpredictable prophet, and smashed Lu Heng in the face.

If this elbow strikes the stele, it will shatter into powder.

But Lu Heng didn't move, and smiled slightly: "The strength is good." ”

The fighter felt a chill creep up his spine, and he felt the bones in his elbow shatter. But he couldn't feel the pain anymore, the herbs dominated his mind, and he rushed to attack Lu Heng with his fist like crazy, like a storm.

But Lu Heng only stumbled lightly under his feet, and the fighter fell to the ground.

The strength of the medicine passed, and now he couldn't get up again.

Voices echoed in the dungeon, and the people didn't know who the man who had defeated the number one warrior of their tribe was.

At this time, a person walked to a high place, ripped off his mask and said, "Listen, everyone, you have also seen that this person has countless opportunities to kill Jiang Luo, but he didn't do that. It is enough to see that they are not here to ruin the ceremony. ”

Everyone looked over, but saw an old man with white hair, who was the patriarch of the local Qiang people.

Lu Heng said: "I said a long time ago that I came to investigate the case, but you don't believe it." ”

The patriarch Zhengse said: "Someone warned us in advance and told us that someone would come to destroy the ceremony, it seems that we have been provoked. ”

He waved his hand. The two clansmen carried the exhausted fighter down.

Seeing the patriarch doing this, the escort also untied the rope tied to Zhao Huan's hand.

Zhao Huan breathed a sigh of relief, moved his wrist and said, "Dare to ask the patriarch, who reported the information to you?"

The patriarch glanced at the two of them and asked, "I still don't know the identities of the two?"

Lu Heng said: "I don't want to say it. But I can assure you that this girl and I are only trying to find a murderer, not to make enemies of the Qiang. ”

The patriarch stared at Lu Heng with cloudy eyes. In him, he could not see any trace of lying. The young man seemed to disdain to make things easier for himself with lies.

The patriarch nodded and said, "Well, I trust you. This news was brought by a clansman I trusted very much. ”

Lu Heng asked, "Where are the others?"

The patriarch sighed, "I don't know. Today's ceremony is our Qiang people's annual festival of worshiping the heavens, if you don't even participate in this, I'm afraid you have abandoned the identity of the Qiang people. ”

Zhao Huan said: "You pushed it backwards, do you think we will believe it?"

The patriarch said: "We Qiang people don't lie, believe it or not." ”

Lu Heng shook his head lightly at Zhao Huan, and asked again, "We are investigating a serial killer who wears a sheep's head mask and wields two daggers." Any clues?"

The patriarch was taken aback, and said after a moment of silence: "Two, I advise you not to investigate." ”

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