The evening wind is steep.

Ye Xin Wangwang didn't let the messy scene go and left, but after re-burying the corpses again, he finished work and returned to the village.

The shovel covered in dirt was discarded on the way.

"Ye Xin, did you find something?"

Back in the room, Wang Wang immediately asked, about the strange wounds that were the same with those corpses, this young man should have expected it long ago, or he would not have suddenly proposed to dig graves late at night.

"When I sneaked into the village chief's house during the day, I found a book."

"what book?"

Roy asked with his eyes fixed.

"About coming back from the dead."

Ye Xin's words were astonishing, and under Wang Wang's surprised eyes, he said without hesitation, "There are some ways to revive the dead, one of them is to collect seven, seven and forty-nine hearts, and then You can bring back to life those you want to revive.”

Wang Wang was stunned for a while, then said, "It's ridiculous!"

Ye Xin nodded.

"It's really ridiculous, but we don't believe it, it doesn't mean that everyone doesn't believe it."

The Roy subconsciously thought of the corpses he saw just now.

Isn't the injury on the chest of the corpse caused by the heart being dug out?

"So, someone has already believed the statement in that book, is collecting hearts, and wants to revive the undead?"

It sounds quite crazy indeed.

According to the current situation, someone is collecting hearts, which is an indisputable fact!

Looking at each other, Roy and Wang Wang's eyes trembled, and they thought of one person at the same time.

"It's the village chief!"

Ye Xin was silent.

The fact is now clear.

The so-called sacrifice should be just a pretense. The reason why every time there is a dead person in the village, they ask for the body to be sent there is not to save the dead, but to steal the heart of the dead.

This is also the reason why the village chief's house has such a strong smell of blood.

The hearts of those corpses must be hidden in his home.

The Roy was horrified.

Originally, everyone thought that the village chief was not bad, friendly and amiable, but now it seems that the old man is simply an out-and-out lunatic, even crazier than Kou Chen!

"If it was really the village chief who did it, then maybe Kou Chen knew about the murder..."

Wang Wangqing couldn't help but speak up.

Ye Xin nodded.

"Maybe from the beginning, when Kou Chen killed Liu Qing, the village chief suspected him. The reason why he did not expose it was not because Liu Ying'er testified to Kou Chen, but because the village chief wanted to use Kou Chen to borrow a knife to kill. "

"If he wants to resurrect his son, he must collect seven, seven, forty-nine hearts. No matter whether this method works or not, at least he should believe so. But he couldn't do it himself, so Kou Chen fell into madness for Hu Die. , has become his most suitable killing tool. This is why Kou Chen's killings have been so smooth all the time. Kou Chen thought that the legend of a female ghost taking his life had played a role, but in fact, it was the village chief who had been doing it for him hidden."

When it was confirmed that those corpses had lost their hearts, the fog in Ye Xin's mind all dissipated.

"That Specter must be Liu Qing."

Wang Wang's voice was low. If it was just guesswork before, now it's almost 100% sure.

"There is no normal person in this village."

Roy was in a trance and felt emotional.

Ghosts are scary, but how could the people in this village ever be inferior to Ghosts?

"I don't know how many people died in the village before, but looking at the number of tombs in the mass grave just now, forty-nine hearts, I'm afraid the village chief has already collected almost all of them."

Wang Wang had a whimsical thought, and said in a condensed voice, "Is there any possibility that the village chief not only knows that Kou Chen is killing people, but also knows that his son has become a Specter, and even this Specter was 'raised' by him..."

Roy looked absently.

Although this statement sounds a bit bizarre, I have to admit that it does make some sense.

It's no wonder that so many strange things happened in the village, and people kept dying, but the village chief has never been very interested in investigating the truth, and even resisted. However, when dealing with funerals, his attitude was completely opposite. He must do it himself and be very enthusiastic.

In the woods during the day, regardless of the danger, he had to find Zhou Like and the others' bodies. The scene was said to be quite beautiful.

If you guessed correctly.

Now the hearts of Zhou Like and others may have been dug up.

"It happened!"

Wang Wang's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"Shen Lu and their bodies were all sent to the village chief. These are five hearts. If he really collects forty-nine hearts, then..."

Although resurrecting Liu Jie is completely a fantasy, Wang Wang has a strong intuition. Once the village chief collects all forty-nine hearts, something terrible will definitely happen!

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The night was dark.

The cold moonlight illuminates the dead and quiet village.

In a dark and cramped space, the smell of blood was so strong that it was almost breathless, and the air seemed to be tinged with blood red.

Beside a round wooden barrel, an old man with kind eyes and a tray in his hand.

On the plate were five bright red hearts, which seemed to be still beating.

"Jie'er, wait a little longer, a few more will be enough."

The old man had a loving smile on his face, his arms tilted.

"Plop..."

The five hearts slipped from the tray~lightnovelpub.net~ into the bucket, making a splash-like sound.

But the barrel was not filled with water, but sticky blood. Besides, there was a person sitting in the barrel.

Precisely.

It's a corpse!

It should be because the time of death is too long, the body has been seriously decomposed, and it is basically in human form, and its appearance is terrifying and can't bear to look directly at it.

The old man didn't notice, he took out another knife, cut his wrist, stretched out his arm, and let the blood drip and splash into the basin.

Take blood as medicine.

Lead by heart.

Turn the tide.

Ninety-nine come back to life!

The densely packed heart floats in the barrel, ups and downs.

"Cough cough..."

Half a minute later, the old man's face was pale, and his mental strength was visibly weak. He retracted his hand, simply wrapped it with the prepared cloth, then took out a comb, walked behind the dead body, and combed the straw for him. like hair.

But no matter how careful the old man's movements were, the dead were dead after all. A lock of hair that had long lost its vitality was easily pulled from the scalp by the comb, and there was not much of the sparse hair on the skull of the dead body.

The old man's hand holding the comb gradually trembled, and he took off the shed hair. His bark-like face twitched, revealing a terrifying smile.

"Jie'er, I believe Dad, Dad will save you no matter what, for sure."

The eerie laughter reverberated in the cramped space for a long time.