Take the ghost to solve the case

Yanxi followed Awang to the car, and Awang handed Yanxi some information, and then began to explain, "This is the information that Mr. Abiao downloaded. After Mr. Abiao went to Quanshui Village last month, he never I haven't been out of the village, so I can't find any information about him. As for Hu Xia, she is a villager in Quanshui Village, but I can't find any information."

Spring Village?

Yan Xi looked at the information left by A Biao. It said that Quanshui Village is a village that is good at raising Gu to make poison. Every villager in it can raise Gu, and Hu Xia is the saint of Quanshui Village.

Some of the rest are photos of Hu Xia, but her face cannot be seen in any of them.

There is indeed a problem with Quanshui Village, and A Biao seems to have found some important clues, so he broke into Quanshui Village alone.

"Mr. Yanxi, not only this incident recently, but also another strange incident occurred in Quanshui Village."

Yan Xi put down the information, "What's the matter?"

Awang, "In the past month in Quanshui Village, every night, children would die from time to time! As of the day before yesterday, more than a dozen children had died in Quanshui Village. The above has been pressing this matter. The Su family has sent People are going to investigate."

"Dead by beheading?" Yan Xi was a little confused, and this Su family was one of the four major ghost-hunting families.

Awang, "That's right, they all died by beheading, especially in the past few days, almost every night, a child died tragically, and all the blood was shed."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Yanxi through the rearview mirror, his eyes hesitated, as if he hadn't said anything, Yanxi felt his eyes, and said, "Speak up if you have anything to say."

Awang, "Mr. Yanxi, you also know that the Su family excludes outsiders. I'm afraid it will be bad for you."

Yan Xi smiled slightly, "It is rumored that everyone in the Su family can play Gu, and today is just the time to learn."

The two drove for three or four hours before parking the car in Quanshui Village.

This village is built on the hillside, and every household is a tube building. Yanxi has never seen such a house before, so he couldn't help but took a few photos as souvenirs, and sent them to their chat group.

Awang saw that Yanxi had finished taking the photo, and said, "Mr. Yanxi, there is a spring river in front, and the villagers are there now, let's go and have a look too."

But what Awang didn't know was that Yanxi didn't feel alive as soon as he entered the village, as if the village was a dead village, and it might be the reason why too many people died.

He followed Ngawang through the whole spring village until he reached the river.

There were many people standing by the river, and Yanxi noticed a man in a black robe with a scorpion tattooed on his face. The tail of the scorpion spread all the way to his neck, and his eyeballs were gray and white. Such a maverick, Yan Xi saw it for the first time.

"Who is he?"

Awang explained, "Mr. Yan Xi is the archmage of the Su family, Su Yu."

"Let's go and have a look."

After Yan Xi walked in, she found that there were thirteen bamboo mats by the river.

On each bamboo mat lay an eight or nine-year-old child, who felt uncomfortable at the first sight. The heads of those children were not all broken at the necks, but were pulled and forcibly ripped apart by something. of.

The wind blowing by the river brought a strong fishy smell, the smell of water mixed with corpses, Yan Xi frowned, knelt down and carefully looked at these decapitated children.

"Hey, who are you, didn't you see the master casting spells?"

A villager directly dragged Yanxi up, cursing, "What an idiot without eyes."

Yan Xi was unhappy in his heart, held back his anger and didn't care about the foolish people, and politely extended his hand to greet Su Yu, "Hello, I'm Yan Xi, I'm from Xinzhou."

Su Yu didn't even look at Yan Xi, Yan Xi raised her eyebrows, really pretending, let's see what new skills you have.

Su Yu took the Buddha beads and recited a rebirth mantra to the corpse, because the suffocated children had the greatest grievances, and if they didn't save them, they would turn into ghosts before the murderer was found.

Su Yu said to a villager, "Village Chief, what else do you want to say?"

The village chief hesitated, thought for a while and said, "Master Su, more than ten years ago, someone fished out a water ghost from this river. This incident shocked many people at the time, but the last one The whereabouts of the water ghost are also unknown, so that matter will be over." It seemed that he had seen the appearance of the water ghost back then.

"Oh? After that, did any other weird things happen in your village?" Su Yu nodded slightly and asked in a deep voice.

The village head frowned and thought about it for a while, shook his head, and said: "Since the incident of the water ghost appeared more than ten years ago, nothing weird has happened in our Quanshui Village, and it has always been relatively It is stable, and the people in the village are honest and kind, and they get along very well..."

Listening to the village chief's rambling, Yan Xi suddenly interjected, "Isn't there a saint in your village? Can't the saint keep you safe?"

"This..." The village chief was silent for a moment, and asked politely, "Excuse me, what can I do?"

Yan Xi touched her head, "I'm a student. I heard that some villages in western Hunan have this custom, but I'm just curious."

A tall and thick man snorted coldly, "Hmph, the saint of our village is dead."

"Dead?" Yan Xi just wanted to continue asking, but the village head directly angrily reprimanded, "Xu Dazhuang, shut up!"

This matter is a bit strange.

Su Yu was not affected, but had a calm expression, staring carefully at a child who died of a severed head. Yan Xi followed his gaze and observed carefully.

The child was eight or nine years old, with a small dark face, presumably because he played by the river all the year round.

Thinking of this, Yan Xi turned his head and glanced, and found that although these children who died of beheading were male and female, they all had one thing in common.

These children are all very thin, almost skinny.

Something is wrong, if you play for a long time, you shouldn't be stronger, how could you be so thin.

Su Yu might also have thought of it, and opened his mouth to ask, "The children who died of beheading in the village played and played by the river since they were young?"

Hearing this, the village chief was stunned, and nodded subconsciously.

"Yeah, this is quite normal. Our village is in Quanshui Village. Let alone these children, our ancestors have lived here for generations. If you call anyone, we grew up playing by the river when we were young. "

Su Yu nodded and asked again: "Then do you still remember what happened when the water ghost was fished out back then? Can you tell me about it?"