At Zhao Tufu's house, everyone in the village gathered around.

Yun Niang cried out of tears, tears out of breath, and there was still terror in her eyes.

In front of her, Zhao Butcher's body was placed on a wooden board, covered with sackcloth.

The village chief nodded his crutches severely, and said in a deep voice, "Zhao Qianshi, don't cry, what's going on? It's clear that I had met Lao Zhao last night, and no one was there."

Speaking of last night, Yun Niang shuddered in fear, shouting sharply: "It's her, it's her back, she's back to avenge her."

The village chief frowned and asked, "Who?"

"Rong Ye, it's Rong Ye." Yun Niang shouted madly.

The moment the name was spoken, the crowd around them couldn't help shuddering, only feeling a coldness rising from the soles of their feet and spreading to the limbs.

They certainly remember Rong Hong, who died in their village six months ago in their hands.

They still remember that girl said her identity, the daughter of the county magistrate Rong Hong.

Li Yang, Wang Daniu, and Zhang Laizi couldn't help but think of the man who came to the village yesterday, and then looked at Yun Niang's madness and felt a cold heart.

The village chief apparently thought of something, and before he spoke, a panic came.

When I saw Qian Liulian rolling up and running over, he ran and shouted, "The village head, Wu Er's family and Wu Er's family are dead."

There was an uproar. First, Zhao Tufu died, Zhao Qian's went crazy, then Wu Er's family died again. Is it really a female ghost who came back to get revenge?

Everyone in the village threatened themselves and panicked.

The village chief's face sank, and he led a person quickly toward Wu Erjia.

Before he entered the door, he smelled a strong **** smell.

At the entrance, the white lantern with the word ‘mour’ fell to the ground, looking extraordinarily weird.

When they entered the house, they saw the death of Wu Er and Wu Er's mother-in-law without precaution.

Everyone who walked in had a cold heart and a pale face. Most of them rushed out and vomited.

"Village, village chief, what should we do now?" Li Yangming asked.

The village chief held the crutches tightly and his fingers were a little pale.

He resisted the desire to vomit, and after looking in the room, he asked, "Where is the Wu family?"

Wang Da Niu swallowed his saliva, looked in the room, and said, "No, the emboli is missing."

The village chief said with a grim face: "Li Yang, you will do what I ordered last night, Wang Daniu, you will take the whole village to find the emboli. It is life or death, give me a promise."

"Yes, the village chief." After Li Yang and Wang Daniu answered, they left immediately.

The village chief looked at Qian Liu and said, "You took a few people to help the funeral of the old Zhao and Wu family."

Qian Liu was a little reluctant. The three of them died obviously abnormally. He wouldn't be approached by female ghosts.

It seemed that the meaning of Qianliu could be seen, and the village chief's eyes glared, "Don't forget that everyone in the dead village has a share, and now we should go out together."

Qian Liuli was annoyed by the mayor, and he said quickly: "I know, I know, I will do it right away."

Qian Liu pointed to several people who usually approached, and quickly went to prepare things for the funeral.

On the green hill, Rong Xian came to Shenxian Temple unhurriedly.

She tapped on some weak legs, meaning meaningfully: "This is a rare experience."

She looked up at the temple in front. Shenxian Temple was more grand than any building in the village, not even Duan Xiucai's house.

Before entering the door, you can smell a strong fragrance of incense. There is a big tripod in front of the temple, and there are incense candles on the tripod.

Temple Zhu is sweeping the floor and looks very serious.

But when he looked up and saw Rong Xian, his face changed suddenly, he threw the broom and ran towards the temple. He shouted, "The gods save me, the gods save me."

Rong Xian raised an eyebrow and followed.

When he walked into the temple, his steps suddenly stopped, his face darkened.

I saw the temple holding a basin of black dog blood in his hands, and it looked like it was about to splash on her.

Rong Xian blinked and looked puzzled: "Did you kill the dog just now? Why didn't I hear a voice?"

Miao Zhu shook her hand holding the pot, and Erlie shouted, "We have prepared this black dog blood long ago, just to guard against unclean things."

Rong Xian nodded, very reasonable: "So it is."

She glanced at Qingshan, a beautiful place, and said in a gentle voice like a spring breeze: "It is so beautiful here, there are still unclean things, it's really # 人 不 脸 相 #."

Through the shadow on the ground, the temple wish that has faintly known that he has done something: "..."

However, isn't human appearance so useful? Can you speak?

He angrily set the basin aside, bit his lip, made a non-standard etiquette, and said, "Is the worshiper here to worship God?"

Rong Xian should have said, "Why did I come here to work hard without worshiping God?"

The temple that was taken back again looked at this familiar face, forcing her heart to walk to Dading, picking up a joss stick from the side, lighting it, and handing it to Rong Xian, stuttering, "Jushi is today The first person to come here, this first Ayaka was also given to the layman. "

Rong Xian looked down at the long incense and fluttered softly: "I haven't even seen the face of the fairy, and you asked me to worship the incense for the fairy, which is too particular."

After Miao Zhu was rejected, he slammed the incense back, as if he had used up all his courage just now.

Fortunately, Miao Zhu seemed to realize that he was a bit exaggerated, and he stood awkwardly for a long time without saying a word.

In the end, Rong Xian broke the unspeakable silence: "Oh-?"

Miao Zhu almost jumped up in fright. Looking at this man's eyebrows and familiar eyes, Miao Zhu just felt terrified.

Rong Xian folded his hands into the wide sleeves, and the broad robe was moved by Xiaofeng casually.

Then she slowly whispered, "I'll see what the fairy looks like."

After waiting for the temple to refuse, she walked across and entered the temple.

On his face is a clay doll, which is lifelike, wearing a funny high hat on his head and wearing a robe full of body.

Rong Xian immediately became interested and asked towards the temple, "Is this seamless?"

Temple Zhu quietly moved his feet and shortened the distance between him and the fairy sculpture, as if this would give him a sense of security.

He looked up at Shang Rongxian's pair of clear eyes with curious eyes, and the temple wished: "!!!"

Rong Xian took his actions into the eyes and understood: "It turns out that you and the fairy are in this relationship."

Temple Zhu couldn't even care about fear, he collapsed a little: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Rong Xian blinked, her expression extremely complicated: "It can be seen from your first act of seeking protection when you are frightened."

The temple wished that he was tired and did not want to speak anymore.