Erhu's death shocked the whole village.

Ye Xin, who was walking back, saw villagers passing by in twos and threes, rushing towards Erhu's house.

Ye Xin, facing the opposite direction, seemed out of place in it.

Suddenly.

Ye Xin paused slightly, turned his face slowly, and looked forward to the left.

Under a tall and thick ginkgo tree, there was a woman standing. Her long hair covered her face, so she couldn't see her face clearly, but the gorgeous wedding dress on her body was particularly dazzling.

She seemed to be watching Ye Xin.

Just now at the gate of Erhu Yard, Ye Xin, who felt that someone was watching him, stopped completely.

Another two villagers passed by, but they didn't seem to be able to see the beautifully dressed woman under the tree not far away at all, so they walked away without looking sideways.

After a brief "look at each other", the woman in Xifu slowly turned around and walked towards the east.

Ye Xin took a deep breath, pursed his lips, looked at the woman's unreal back, stood there for a moment, and raised his heels.

Gradually.

Ye Xin came to the quiet end of the village.

This time, no one came out to stop him. Erhu who blocked his way last time was already dead.

The woman in happy clothes in front walked forward at an unchanging speed, and walked out of the village just like that.

Any normal person would definitely rein in the precipice at this time and find his way back, but Ye Xin is not a normal person.

He kept silent and continued to follow.

After passing a rugged stone road, the view suddenly becomes clear, and there are layers of fields on both sides, planting some basic vegetables, which should be the capital for the survival of the village.

I have to admit that Ye Xin at this moment looks a bit like a stalking idiot in a foreign crime movie.

certainly.

If there were any bystanders, Ye Xin should be the only one to be seen.

After more than ten minutes, Ye Xin passed through the cultivated land, and a raised hillside broke into his sight.

Looking around, there are dozens of small soil bags standing on the hillside, densely packed.

Ye Xin finally stopped.

Although the perception of emotions is weaker than that of ordinary people, but at this moment, he can't guarantee what he will experience if he continues to move forward.

The woman in happy clothes didn't seem to notice his hesitation, or maybe she didn't notice his tailing at all, she kept moving, gradually drifting away under the soft morning sun.

At the moment when the brilliance was about to disappear completely, Ye Xin finally took another step.

"Patter..."

The sound of water flow is as clear as a silver bell, wafting into the ear like a silk thread.

There is actually a light and shallow stream here, which is crystal clear.

The woman in happy clothes finally stopped, squatting by the stream, as if admiring the face in the water, her long black hair poured down, almost touching the ground.

In the deep mountains where you can't even hear the chirping of birds, a few butterflies flew from nowhere.

Flapping their colorful wings, they landed on the shoulders of the woman in happy clothes, forming a strange and beautiful scene among the clear springs in the mountains.

Even Ye Xin couldn't help being slightly absent-minded.

But in the blink of an eye, the butterfly and the woman were all scattered and disappeared, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

Ye Xin walked over quickly, only to realize that there was also a small dirt bag where the woman squatted just now, but it was blocked just now.

Different from what I saw on the hillside before, there are two wooden signs stuck on this small soil bag.

Just like the girl in happy clothes just now, Ye Xin squatted down slowly, maintaining a straight-eyed posture, staring at the two names on the wooden sign.

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"The ghost this time is too perverted, isn't it?"

Zhou Like, who returned to his yard, was still disgusted, only feeling that the acid water was constantly rushing up.

"Killing is nothing more than nodding your head. Is it necessary to be so cruel?"

At this time, he finally realized that he had always overestimated his ability to bear.

In his horror novels, it's not that he hasn't written similar **** scenes.

But fantasy and reality are two different things after all.

Dismemberment, beheading, are just two words in the text, and there is no pressure to write, but in reality, the meaning is quite different.

"Didn't you write horror novels? Is this the courage?"

Fatty Jin, who had finally seized the opportunity, taunted.

Zhou Like was struggling with nausea and vomiting, so he didn't have the energy to argue with him.

"Why are the villagers dying?"

Shen Zhenggang frowned heavily, incomprehensible.

They are players.

The target of Li Gui should be them.

"Although it is not clear what happened, it may be a good thing for us."

Just now, Wang Wangdao shocked three or four villagers with his own strength.

Except for Fatty Jin who looked puzzled, the rest of them understood what he meant.

If the ghosts killed people indiscriminately, then their risk would be reduced and shared by the villagers.

"not that simple."

Luo Jinghua, who was almost controlled by the villagers, frowned, with a worried look on her face, and said in a concentrated voice: "That dead person may not have been killed by a ghost."

"Why isn't it a ghost?"

Fatty Jin immediately retorted: "Didn't you see that Kou Chen found a butterfly paper-cut at the scene? And Ye Xin also saw Hu Die's ghost. The facts are very clear, it is Hu Die's wraith who is taking revenge on this village!"

"With a piece of paper-cut~lightnovelpub.net~ can you arbitrarily conclude that it is a ghost that harms people?"

The Roy looked at Fatty Jin indifferently.

"I can cut out that butterfly. According to what you said, as long as I want to, I can kill someone in the village and throw another butterfly, so I can plant it on the ghost at will?"

Fatty Jin suddenly had nothing to say. Facing Roy's sharp eyes, he unconsciously felt a little guilty, and murmured, "That's not a ghost... Who would be so cruel? They smashed their heads."

Roy clenched his hands tightly, still unwilling.

If she had been able to touch the corpse and enter the scene just now, she might have found some more clues, so as to determine whether it was a ghost who was killing her, or someone was pretending to be a ghost.

But the village head didn't give her a chance at all.

Damn.

"Miss Luo's analysis is also reasonable. Based on what I saw just now, the deceased was most likely killed by someone hitting the head with a blunt instrument."

Gao Fuwen nodded.

"I'm almost dizzy by you. One moment is a person, and another moment is a ghost. Then, what about Zhen? Did a person kill him or a ghost kill him?"

No one responded to Fatty Jin.

"This time, I'm afraid it will be more complicated than we imagined."

After a moment of silence, Shen Zhenggang expressed his feelings.

Gao Fuwen nodded silently, deeply agreeing.

"Hey, don't you see a problem?"

Zhou Like suddenly made a sound.

By all accounts.

"Where's Ye Xin?"

Zhou Like was surprised: "He was obviously the first one to go out just now, why did he disappear?"

One word awakens the dreamer.

Several people looked around subconsciously, and their faces changed.

yes!

Where did Ye Xin go? !