Seventy-two Changes of the Evil Spirits

The early morning when I woke up from the lonely village on the first day was unpleasant.

The chattering wind and rain outside the window was mixed with the noise of people. Between the breath, it was all stale and moldy smell.

Yes.

get mouldy.

The whole house is mouldy!

Those molds, brown-green, pus-yellow, gray-black, a little bit, in clusters, in patches, spread among the beams, wall coverings, and window sills, then invade under the bed, climb up to the foot of the bed, and reproduce between the bed slab and the straw. , And finally through the pillow, into the human head...

Li Changan stared, thinking wildly.

The noise outside is even worse.

He couldn't lie down, got out of bed and went out.

"What's wrong?!"

A panicked voice in the yard returned:

"Chunhua is gone."

Immediately, another more panicked voice sounded.

"Xiang An Dai is gone too!"

…

Ancestral Hall Xiangtang.

"Last night, I stayed with Chunhua, but then I couldn't help it, so I accidentally fell asleep. Later, I didn't know what time it was, and I vaguely heard the sound of opening the door. At that time I slept in a daze, I thought she was going to the bathroom, but didn’t think much about it. But when I got up this morning, she was nowhere to be found... I blamed me, I know that Chunhua is not in good spirits now..."

After speaking, Xiao Shu had sobbed in a low voice, Yi Baohua carefully comforted her, and the others turned their eyes to Wang Zhongguo.

"Yesterday, didn't we find a coffin for Xiao Xiang? But when I got up this morning, I saw that the position of the coffin lid was a bit wrong, and I was shocked at the time. Then I heard you say that the pony is missing, I thought, Did she get into the coffin and die as it was shown on TV. But when I pushed the lid of the coffin away, there was nothing inside."

A paragraph of words spoke, leaving two words weighed heavily on the hearts of everyone.

"In such a heavy rain, Ma Chunhua and a baby girl dragged another dead person and couldn't walk far."

Li Changan clapped his hands, calling everyone's attention.

"Look separately now, maybe it's still too late."

...

Leng Yu Desolate Village.

Li Changan stepped on the rubble and passed through a half-collapsed room.

This house is not much different from other buildings in the village: the wooden beams and door hinges decayed and fell off, fell into the mud and dust, accompanied by weeds, and were buried by the collapsed rubble, leaving the stone walls standing stubbornly year after year, occasionally Seeing a coffin, I decided that there were no bones, at most a few basil grasses and a few mushrooms.

The only difference is that maybe the dead mouse in the corner has dried up and festered, and the corpse was covered with colorful mold, as if it was covered with a layer of gorgeous hair.

Gorgeous and decadent.

Li Changan pressed his nose tightly.

Not how hypocritical.

Instead, he used Chonglongyu to search for Ma Chunhua. Not surprisingly, the heavy rain washed away the remaining breath; and unexpectedly, this lone village in the mountains was full of a familiar smell, pungent and musty that could not be removed by heavy rain!

When he woke up this morning, the Taoist only thought that his room was moldy, but now, look at the stone bricks covered with moss, look at the rotten furniture buried under the weeds, look at the abandoned and scattered coffins... , Layers on top of each other, mould is everywhere.

The whole mountain village is moldy!

Especially in these collapsed houses, the musty smell was strong and pungent like a mad dog, chasing Li Changan's nose, and embarrassed him into the alley.

"Ma Chunhua!"

He shouted loudly.

A few "echoes" came from far away from the rain curtain.

It was other people searching hard in other directions, but unfortunately, just like the Taoist side, there was no response.

Li Chang'an was hovering in Quxiang for a while, then squeezed his nose, and went into the next yard.

Old steps.

First check the well, the bluestone filled the well head and then was sealed by moss, there is no trace of movement; then look at the beams, it is already decayed and broken and nothing can be hung; finally check the hidden corners... Li Changan stopped.

This wall has collapsed for the most part, leaving a small piece standing in the muddy ruins with a statue of a **** in relief. The carvings are exceptionally delicate and delicate.

Li Changan still remembers his main purpose of coming here: to be a nanny...no, to be wary of a strange religion that doesn't know the gods or the church people.

He stepped forward and looked carefully.

This is a fierce **** with its feet on skeletons, a large snake around its body, a pig nose and eagle eyes, and a halberd. The fierce aura is almost rushing.

The heavy rain was shrouded, and the world was lonely and only oneself and the statue in front of him were left.

The closer you get, the closer you look, the more you feel that the carving is exquisite and vivid.

In a trance.

It seemed that this fierce **** had survived this heavy rain.

It held the head of the snake high in one hand, and clenched in front of it with the other hand. Its neck and collaterals were violent, its **** mouth was sharp, its fangs were exposed, and it screamed.

"Hey, heyke."

It's not a conjecture!

A little ambiguous voice was like a poisonous snake lying in the grass, suddenly piercing into his ears from behind.

The Taoist priest is an exciting spirit.

With a glimpse, he caught a weird face in the shadow of the eaves behind him!

Subconsciously.

Turn around, stare, draw the sword.

However, his hand reached his waist, but he shook it empty.

In this instant, Li Changan realized two things.

For one, his sword was sent to be recast long ago, and he was not by his side at all.

Second, there is no ghost smell on the face owner.

To be precise, it was just a person, an old man, at most a person who was too old to look like a person.

He hid in the shadow of the broken eaves, his figure rickets as if his spine had been broken, his white hair was sparse and messy, his face was loose and thin, as if he had hung mottled old skin on a skeleton.

It is not very polite to describe a person in this way, and Li Changan said guilty in his heart and laughed at himself as being nervous.

"Old man?"

There was a call, but the other party did not respond. He only pointed the yellow eyes hidden under the folds at the Taoist priest. No, it should be said that it was the statue of the **** on the wall behind the Taoist. He kept chanting and slurred his speech.

The Taoist priest was hesitating whether he should consciously get out.

In the rain.

"Vice Li, have you found Ma Chunhua?"

A shout came from a distance, and a man in a raincoat trot over from the alley, wearing glasses, it was Zeng Guangwen.

"What about you?" Li Changan asked back.

"I didn't find it." He waded through a piece of muddy water, approached, and added, "I went to the professor and asked them, but I didn't find anyone. I'll come to your side to have a look."

"The same is true for me. Just now I planned to ask if this uncle had seen him."

Hearing what Li Changan said, Zeng Guangwen only noticed the existence of the old man. After a little bluffing, he introduced to Li Changan that this old man was one of the few villagers in the village, with the Chinese surname "Wei".

"Uncle Wei!" He shouted in the old man's ear, "Have you eaten yet?!"

The old man's dull and muddy pupils moved slightly and turned to him.

Zeng Guangwen quickly yelled again.

"Have you seen Ma Chunhua?! Just the little girl in our team!"

The old man's pupils moved again, but they turned back, and continued to chant some words to the idol.

Zeng Guangwen had a boring discussion, so he had to chat with Li Changan and leave the yard.

After leaving the door, Li Changan looked back with a sense of feeling.

The old man was still facing the idol, standing motionless under the broken eaves, with a rickety body, old blue-gray clothes, and loose, dull skin. He looked like a mass of mildew embedded in the wall.

The vague chanting became more blurred in the rain.

Li Changan only heard four syllables clearly.

"Hey, heyke."