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"That's right!" Yan Ping's voice was calm.

In fact, when Wang Xiulian and Yan Hao came here, that night, when I saw Yan Ping's grave, I thought of something.

But what surprised me was that Yan Ping was killed by village chief Yan.

But in that case, everything seems to be coming to the surface now.

Yan Hao and Wang Xiulian came here that night. As a son, Yan Hao had that attitude towards Village Chief Yan.

"You want revenge?" I frowned and said with a straight face.

Yan Ping's face was full of desolation, and she lowered her head and said, "No, I just let him be brought to justice, tell the world about his scandal, so that he can receive the punishment he deserves."

I took a deep breath: "Why did you find me?"

"He is the same as the Taoist priest from outside. The villagers have been deceived by them. I can't trust others. Moreover, he has posted a door god on the gate, so I can't get in."

Yan Ping looked at me bitterly and said, "You can help me with this matter!"

In fact, from the village head's attitude towards me these days and a series of things that happened in the village, I have already vaguely guessed some brows.

I was originally a person who was afraid of trouble, and I have always been adhering to the fact that one thing is worse than one thing less.

Therefore, after I came out of the cave, I didn't look for Village Chief Yan, but wanted to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible.

But now, I hesitate.

First of all, it was all that Daoist Yin and Village Chief Yan did to each other. If it weren't for Chu Yuan, I would have died in the old man's kiln.

There was definitely more than one before me, and I won't be the last.

Another point is the crimes committed in the village.

I don't know how many innocent people were killed in this village.

If it can be solved completely, it can be regarded as accumulating great evil virtue.

Thinking of this, I nodded seriously to Yan Ping.I looked at her intently and said, "How can I help you if you ask me?"

Yan Ping said calmly: "You use a piece of talisman paper, and I will attach it to it, and then take me with you. You only need to tear off the door god on the gate."

I thought for a while, then nodded, took out a piece of talisman paper, tore it into a villain with my hands, and wrote Yan Ping's birthday on it.

After watching Yan Ping's body slowly disappear from the grave, I took a deep breath, put the paper figurine in my pocket, and walked out of the woods.

The night was dark, walking upstream along the river, the surroundings were very quiet, only the sound of water beating on the stones from time to time.

The moon that was about to set was still wandering desperately at the edge of the dark forest, and the river water glowed silver from time to time, without a breath of wind.

But the treetops swayed slightly, and the trees and ghostly statues beside the avenue cast swaying shadows in between, and the rustling sounded strangely through the vast and silent night.

I didn't go directly into the village, but came to the mountain temple in Sanghun Village. From a distance, I saw bright lights in the cave of the mountain temple.

When I walked to the entrance of the mountain temple, I saw that in front of the shrine of the mountain temple, there were many pious villagers kneeling in the middle of the night, worshiping the mountain god non-stop.

A huge bonfire was lit in the huge cave. Even so, the place was still extremely cold. I looked deeply at the statue of the mountain god in the cave.

After a long time, I took a deep breath, simply stood up and walked into the cave openly and aboveboard.

Because when I was driven into the self-death kiln, many villagers saw me with their own eyes, and I was a foreigner, and the villagers in the mourning village could recognize me at a glance.

At this time, I suddenly walked towards the mountain god statue through the crowd of worshipers from behind, and immediately attracted the attention of the villagers. Some people looked up at me and were stunned for an instant.

After a brief silence, some villagers became furious. "It's her, it's that foreigner. Wasn't she driven to the death kiln by the villagers? Why did she suddenly appear here?"

"Okay, the sinner who killed my village dares to come here!"

"Get her first!"

The faces of the villagers turned gloomy.

While talking, the villagers had already stood up and formed a circle, wrapping me inside, and I was already beside the front mountain god statue.

"Fellow folks, I'm here to tell you the truth!" I suppressed the panic in my heart and said to everyone, "Actually, the real sinner is Daoist Yin! He has been deceiving you with lies."

A villager retorted loudly: "Nonsense, how could Daoist Yin lie to us! The peace of our village these years is all thanks to Daoist Yin!"

"He is not a Taoist priest at all, but he just wants to use the terrain of your village to create a dead line. He asks you to put your old people in a self-death kiln, let them die with resentment, and then extract their souls!"

"He used the feng shui accumulated by your ancestors for generations. Within five years, everyone in our village will die!"

"Also, you sacrifice living people to the mountain gods. There are no mountain gods in the village, but those living people die suddenly. After death, the three souls come out, the seven souls linger, reverse yin and yang, and the souls linger for a hundred years. You will all be wiped out. "

"Everyone, don't listen to his nonsense! He not only disrespected Taoist Yin, but also offended the mountain god. Let's arrest him first and deal with it after we inform the rest of the village."

The villagers were bustling with each other, their emotions seemed very excited, and they were about to come up to do it.

At this time, the statue of the mountain god in the temple suddenly let out a whimper, and the next second, someone saw the statue of the mountain god move, and when several of them were about to scream, the statue of the mountain god was pushed off the desk broke.

Under the dim light of the fire, everyone saw the person who smashed the statue of the mountain god.

Originally, I also wanted to smash the statue of the mountain god directly in front of the villagers, and then tell the truth to the public, but I didn't expect that someone would do it in advance as soon as I finished speaking.

When I looked sideways, I was also very surprised, because standing behind the mountain statue was Yan Ping's younger brother, Yan Hao.

But the villagers didn't care to be surprised, because soon someone saw that there was a female corpse in the smashed statue of the mountain god.

An older widow recognized Zhou Hong as the corpse.

"It's her! It's the twins!"

"I recognize her. There is a mole on the corner of her mouth. She is the daughter of the Zhou family who came from a foreign country many years ago."

"She...how is she in the statue of the mountain god?"

The strange thing is that Zhou Hong has been dead for six years, how could his body appear here.

What's even weirder is that her body didn't rot at all, except for her pale face, she looked as if she was asleep.

This time, the villagers who knelt down were not calm anymore. Thinking that the corpses were the ones who knelt down in the past few years, everyone was terrified.

"What the hell is going on here? Hasn't the little girl of the Zhou family been dead for several years? Why... why is she here, and why is her body still alive?"

An aunt pointed at the corpse, her voice trembling with fear.

I glanced at Yan Hao, took a deep breath and said to the villagers: "This place gathers shade and hides wind. It is a rare yin house. This ghoul has become a drought man now. The water seeping in the statue is the yin energy turned into reality." Performance."

The Hanba will absorb all the moisture within a hundred miles, resulting in no rain all year round and natural disasters.

But it would take at least ten years to develop Hanba, but now it only took five years. It seems that someone must have nourished her with blood.

As for the jade girls who were sent up, they were not missing, but their blood was sucked dry by the drought demon.

As for the black hand behind the scenes, I have already guessed it.On the way, Chu Yuan told me that since he entered the village, he smelled a breath of living corpses. This breath emanated from Daoist Yin, and it must have been acquired from dealing with corpses all year round. .

In addition, this mountain temple is presided over by him, and the mastermind behind this farce is none other than Daoist Yin.