The next morning, the door of the Zhang family's house was almost knocked to pieces. When he heard the noisy sound outside, Zhang Xijing put on his clothes and walked out sleepily, muttering: "Who is it! It's so noisy early in the morning, so why don't people sleep peacefully?!"

However, as soon as the door was opened, they saw that the villagers in the town were all at the door, and their half-closed eyes opened. They were stunned for a moment. Why are there so many people? The villagers didn't give Zhang Xijing time to think, so they pulled him away.

Zhang Xijing shouted in a hurry: "Hey! Hey! Hey! What's wrong? Don't go so fast! I haven't put on my shoes yet!" Surrounded by the villagers, it's hard to go back and enter the house.

The dry weed pile next to the cattle shed in the vegetable field at the end of the town was stained with blood, and the buffalo who was staying here was pulled away. When he walked into the cattle shed, he saw a corpse lying on the weeds, with the most blood on his chest, dyed half of his body red, and there were several marks of being stepped on by the cows. Five or six villagers surrounded him here. After a closer look, he could vaguely see his personal appearance.

"Who is this? He died so miserably?"

"I can't even see this face!"

"That's not! It's so scary!"

The villagers talked a lot, and they turned their heads to the side, not daring to look directly at the body in front of them. When they saw Zhang Xijing coming, they all made a way to come in.

Zhang Youtou pulled Zhang Xijing over and shouted, "Everyone is here, Brother Xijing is here!" He turned around and said to Zhang Xijing, "Look, it's dead!"

Zhang Xijing was shocked and said, "What? Is it dead?" He woke up in an instant and walked to the cowshed with great strides. When he saw the corpse, his face changed slightly. He raised his head to look around. The deceased's face was fuzzy and could not recognize who was coming. Seeing the sparse whiteness on his scalp, he looked at the deceased's chest, and died by the heart-punching... The heart-punching... The female ghost was not found, and now he came out to harm people again!

Zhang Youtou stood behind Zhang Xijing and looked at him with his head in his mind, asking: "Brother Xijing, is this a mystery?"

Zhang Xijing shook his head and said, "I can't recognize anyone. Is it true that the people in our town still don't know. Go back and ask which old man is missing?"

Zhang Youtou straightened his back and said to the villagers around him: "Okay, remember to see if the elderly are still at home when you go back? Brother Xijing, what are the instructions?"

Zhang Xijing said: "Sunset, go home and stay well, don't come out to wander around in the middle of the night..." At this point, I thought of something in an instant and looked back at the corpse.

Zhang Youtou said, "I've heard it all, my life is important, don't wander around!" Looking back at Zhang Xijing who wanted to ask something more, he ran away in a hurry.

As soon as Zhang Xijing left, the villagers who were joining in the fun and watched dispersed. Two or three people walked together to prevent accidents.

Mahua walked out from behind the cowshed, looked down at the corpse lying there, and smiled coldly.

Zhang Yangtou felt a gust of cold wind blowing, and he got goose bumps. He thought to himself, "It's not that I'm unlucky to meet a ghost, right?" He swallowed his saliva, gave himself courage, picked up the stick next to him, turned around, but did not see the ghost he imagined, but saw the half-tied Mahua. He looked around with guilt, threw down the wooden stick, pulled the Mahua to the cowshed, and said, "Why are you here?! This is just dead!"

Mahua said coldly: "I know, I've died so miserably when I saw the corpse in the cowshed."

Zhang Youtou sighed, "What are you doing? There has never been so many people in the town that died strangely... Alas, Mahua! Brother Xijing just came to see you, don't go out tonight, there are many thieves at night."

Mahua looked at Zhang Yangtou, her fingers rolled on his chest, and said, "Brother Yukitou, you don't come out in the middle of the night, so why are you with others? At night, aren't you just a flower picking thief?"

Looking at Mahua's appearance, Zhang Yangtou felt itchy again. He grabbed her little hand and began to flirt.

Mahua continued to absorb Zhang Yangtou's yang energy, watching his yang energy being sucked by himself, and smiled slightly, and watched Zhang Yangtou gradually fainted.

Mo Qing stood behind Mahua and watched her absorb the man's yang energy. Mahua clearly had a ghost on her body. When she saw the figure of the female ghost in red, she took out a yellow talisman from her arms and silently attached it to her back.

The yellow talisman was stuck on Mahua's back. Mahua screamed, covered her heart with her hands and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground, looking back at who was plotting against herself. Seeing that beautiful face, her face turned pale. Unexpectedly, Mo Qing was coming.

"Ah-" Jiang Ying was forced out of Mahua's body. Unexpectedly, Mo Qing was here? He glanced at the yellow talisman and looked around. Could it be Li Liang? Beware that they joined forces to deal with me?

Mo Qing came faster than Zhang Xijing. When he looked at the corpse, he could tell at a glance that this was the method of killing the female ghost. Coincidentally, he saw Mahua's figure in the crowd and hid it and waited for the opportunity.

Jiang Ying looked around but didn't see Li Liang's figure. He thought to himself, is he going to help Mo Qing secretly? He fell to the ground and looked at Mo Qing pitifully and said, "Please let me go... I can't help but feel it. Everything was instructed by Li Liang! It was not what I originally meant by my family! Woo woo..."

Mo Qing looked at this female ghost in disgust, and it was really ugly and difficult to see. From the fact that she heard Li Liang's name from her mouth, it seemed that they were indeed in touch.

A huge ghost claw pressed on Jiang Ying's body, and Mo Qing said coldly: "Do you think you can leave this way? What I want is that your soul will be destroyed and will never be born. This is to breathe a sigh of relief for Xue'er. I want you to experience her pain thousands or tens of times. Of course, I will not kill you in one go."

The huge ghost claws grabbed Jiang Ying tightly. Mo Qing picked up a small wine bottle from the corpse next to him, put Jiang Ying into the wine bottle, sealed it with a yellow talisman, and left after all.

Zhang Xijing rushed down the road. The old man who was fighting for the time of the fight did not live in the town. His children had already died. He went into the mountains a few years ago and went out to buy some wine to buy wine at night.

In the back mountain at the end of the town, in the green forest, a vaguely saw a sloppy path winding upwards. Zhang Xijing ran along this small mountain road and soon ran to the hillside. There was an empty land and there was a simple wooden house, which was the residence of the old man who reported the time.

Zhang Xijing took a big breath, walked with a tree trunk, pushed open the door and walked in, there was no one inside, walked out of the cabin, shouting loudly: "Old man who told the time! Old man who told the time! Old man who told the time-"

He walked slowly back to the town, went back to the murder scene, looked at the corpse in the cowshed, and murmured to himself: "Why did he end up like this?"
Chapter completed!