"James" Fu Shaoping called softly. Lao Zhan, who was sitting on the wicker chair, immediately turned around and saw Fu Shaoping with a smile on his face: "Why are you here?" "Caretaker Yan Yang Mulin arrived a month ago, and the Chinese New Year is about to begin, so he will naturally come to take you back. Come and try the new dishes from Baixiang House. It's spicy enough, you will definitely like it." "You still understand me, kid!" Lao Zhan stood up with a smile and waved his servants to bring up the small dining table. Fu Shaoping put the spicy stir-fried Huoyun chicken in the food box, the tofu pudding that Lao Zhan came to drink, a bottle of sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed rice, and a plate of peanuts on the table one by one. It was already night. Lao Zhantou no longer eats.
But on the one hand, it was Fu Shaoping's wish, and on the other hand, these things were all his favorites, so he could not avoid breaking the precepts. After a few glasses of wine, Lao Zhan put down his chopsticks and said: "Looking at the way you are hesitant to speak, tell me, is there anything I can do to help you?" "James, your observation skills are really amazing." Fu Shaoping's face turned solemn. He gave an overview of the strange things he saw in Wuya Village and Wuzhi Slope in a few words, and then said: "Uncle Zhan, there are colleagues stationed in Yanyang Wood Forest all year round. Maybe they know something about the situation in Wuya Village." "You wait." Lao Zhan gave a few instructions to his servants, who quickly dug away. After a while. A cook with a gray beard was brought over. James said: "This old Cui has been working as a chef in Yanyangmulin for decades. He purchases the ingredients he uses every day from Wuya Village. He knows the situation in Wuya Village best. What do you want to ask? Although Just ask.” The cook Lao Cui heard this. Trembling with fear. I thought I was caught stealing a small amount of money while purchasing. He immediately knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Sir, I have no use for any of that money. I just sealed it in the mud bricks of my room. Sir, I know I made a mistake. Please go back to me. I will never do it again in the future, Sir!!" Said. Then he kowtowed to the ground.
Fu Shaoping raised his hand to signal him to be silent: "Let me ask you, if there is a trace of deceit, or just because you embezzle public money, you can be sent to jail for a few years." "Thank you, sir, for sparing your life. Thank you, sir, for sparing your life." The chef, Lao Cui, was startled and frightened. At this time, his psychological defense had already been broken. Fu Shaoping stared into his eyes and said: "Why are the sacrifices held in Wuya Village?" "It's to pray for good weather next year." "Is it that simple?" "Ah? Oh, that's right, I remembered it. In the first few years when I came to Yanyang Mulin, Wuya Village was still a small village. The villagers were extremely poor and didn't have enough to eat. Later, they held a After the sacrifice, the village became better and better year by year, and now it has grown into a large village with thousands of people." That is to say. All changes begin with sacrifice. Have the people of Wuya Village really been blessed by the gods? ! Fu Shaoping didn't believe it. If that was the case, why was Wuya Village so impoverished before? He mentioned another thing: "Wuzhi Slope under the forest, when you went up and down the mountain, did you see anything unusual?" "have!" This question. Lao Cui answered decisively. and. There was a hint of lingering fear in his eyes: "Sir, all the babies buried in Wuzhi Slope are stillborn. Over the past few decades, there has been too much resentment. It is said that resentful spirits often appear there." "I saw it once when I went to the village for shopping last time." "The resentful spirit was really scary. Half of its face was gone. Fortunately, I took precautions and brought a jar of black dog blood with me. I poured it on the spot. Although I didn't kill the resentful spirit, I still couldn't kill it. The resentful spirit didn't dare to follow him again, and the young man finally saved his life." Fu Shaoping shook his head. The boy with the grimace was obviously a human being, not a resentful spirit. He turned to: "Since Wuya Village has been blessed by the gods and has lived a prosperous and healthy life, why are there so many dead babies every year?" "Sir, it is said that the ancestors of Wuya Village were cursed by a certain Gu Master in southern Xinjiang. All children born in the lunar month in their village will not survive. The gods they worship are in charge of good harvests, and the power of this curse is also Can’t solve it.” There was a pause. The chef lowered his voice and said:
"Sir, this Wuya Village is very evil." "Although Wuya Village is rich, due to the curse passed down through their blood, residents of nearby villages generally do not interact with them, and no one wants to marry them. The brides in their village are also bought from other places. " "Sir, it's good for you to know about Wuya Village. I think it's better not to have too much contact with it, so as not to be contaminated with bad luck!" So evil! Fu Shaoping originally thought there was something strange about Wuya Village. Now I can conclude that there must be something fishy about the sacrifices in Wuya Village. He winked at Lao Zhan. Lao Zhantou immediately understood what he meant and waved back. Several servants immediately stepped forward to tie up Lao Cui and threw him into the woodshed and imprisoned him. Lao Zhan said coldly to the servants present today: "From now on, you can't leave this small building without my instructions, do you understand?" "Yes, sir!" The end. After handling things properly. Lao Zhan turned to Fu Shaoping: "Shaoping, do you think there is some conspiracy in this Wuya Village?" "Yes, and it is most likely related to the baby born on the yin moon, but what exactly it is needs to be further explored." "Shaoping, demons and ghosts are rampant in this world, and the trend of witchcraft and curses is prevalent in southern Xinjiang. This is also true. I would rather believe that it exists and have good intentions. We should report the deeds of Wuya Village to the institute. Are you still going to act alone? It’s too dangerous.” "Uncle James, just relying on this folk rumor and not providing any actual clues, I'm afraid the higher-ups won't send anyone down." "But you can't put yourself at risk!" Fu Shaoping felt Lao Zhantou's concern for him, felt warm in his heart, and said with a smile: "Uncle James, don't worry, I just went to take a look. If there is any danger, I will retreat as soon as possible!" "Okay, remember, nothing is more important than your own life!" Lao Zhan didn't persuade him deeply. After nightfall. Fu Shaoping, under the leadership of Lao Zhantou, quietly left Yanyang Mulin through the secret passage in Yanyang Mulin. With one less person knowing his whereabouts, he would be safer. To his surprise. The secret passage leading outside turned out to be Wuzhi Slope. at this time.
The pale moonlight fell on the densely packed tombs, and there was silence all around. The night wind blew slowly. Fu Shaoping couldn't help but shudder, and felt a little hairy in his heart. He got out of the tunnel opening and sealed the opening. Turn around. It almost scared him out of his body!