amaotonovel Chapter 205 The village chief is highly suspected? Yan Cisheng wakes up
Chapter 205 The village chief is highly suspected? Yan Cisheng wakes up
Most of the houses in Yanjia Village are made of yellow mud and stone bricks and are quite old. If the men in the family are diligent enough, they will generally think about improving the living environment for their wives and children. They will go up the mountain to cut some good wood to build wooden houses. The construction of these wooden houses is also very particular. All the wood must be burned through fire first to burn away the insect eggs before it can be used to build the house.
For them, as long as they are willing to work hard, they can get good living conditions.
Although Yanjia Village is a place surrounded by dangerous mountains and dangerous waters, the craftsmanship of building houses is actually not too bad. Why this is the case is unknown.
Li Changxiao walked from the head of the village to the end, from the west entrance to the east entrance, and then from the east entrance to the north entrance, and could see many nice buildings.
For example, the Zhaozi Tower and the mansions of several wealthy people in the village, although not as good as the outside, are indeed quite realistic.
Yan Shiliu built his own bamboo house, which was scattered alone at the outermost edge. Once night fell, almost no villagers would set foot in it. Yan Shiliu had cut dozens of bamboos, split them into sections, and enclosed a piece of land around the house, making a fence, a chicken coop, etc.
At this moment, seven people were sitting in front of the fire.
Discussing the doubts about the "Father-Eating" curse.
In order not to affect their appetite, they started discussing the matter after finishing their dinner. It was very quiet tonight. At this time in the past, if they looked towards the village entrance, they could see the faint light of candles, but that was not the case today. Everyone went to bed early.
Maybe it's because of the curse.
Yan Shiliu said, "Can you guys see what's wrong?"
The skinny old Taoist pondered for a long time and said, "Curses do exist in the world. I am more familiar with two types of curses. One is the curse from ghosts, beasts, and spirits. The other is the curse from the wild temples in the mountains and wild hills. If you worship them carelessly, you may be infected with ominous things. I also call it a curse."
Everyone nodded.
The swordsman in white, who was sitting in the corner, drinking carelessly and already a little tipsy, added: "You have overlooked another curse, which comes from humans."
"There are vicious words spoken before death, and there are revengeful words held in the heart, and these can all be considered curses."
Hear the words.
Everyone had a meal.
Cai Wei asked, "You mean, this curse could be man-made?"
Li Changxiao shook his head. "I just added another possibility. I don't know what it is."
Although he can sense the dreams of all living beings.
However, he is not omniscient and omnipotent, and cannot see through other people's minds at a glance. Most of the time, he will not take the initiative to spy on other people's dreams.
However, at the crime scene, he still caught a few traces of lingering obsession, but they were very faint and dissipated with the wind, and he could not dig up any useful information.
Perhaps this matter, in addition to being weird, is also mixed with the "human" factor.
If he could go to the crime scene and use the dream extraction technique, perhaps he could discover more.
However, the water in Yanjia Village is very deep, and this action will expose themselves. If an unfavorable situation is caused by this, the truth of this "cannibal curse" will probably be sealed forever.
To be on the safe side, the correct choice is to follow the skinny old Taoist priests and use ordinary methods to solve the case while watching.
This statement caused everyone to think deeply.
The swordsman was silent for a long time, then said, "I once heard of a disease in a remote country that can be passed down through blood."
"You said that this curse, could it be that it is essentially a disease that is passed down through blood, with the onset period being around the age of 25?"
Cai Wei nodded, "This is indeed a possibility."
The thin old Taoist priest said: "But generally speaking, it is difficult for a family with such a bad blood disease to pass on for a long time."
The magician nodded. "Compared to curses, sometimes the human heart is the most terrifying. Brother Changxiao's words just now gave me some inspiration. Perhaps... the curse of the Yan family has always had a lot of human factors."
His eyes twinkled.
Everyone continued to discuss and put forward many hypotheses, such as revenge disguised as a curse, ghost possession, or poisoning...
In short, all assumptions seem to point to Yan Cisheng in the end.
As the party involved in this curse.
It cannot be avoided no matter what.
……
Yan Cisheng was in a coma for several days. The village chief called a few young men, put him on a wooden frame, and carried him to the home of the eldest sister Yan Zilai, where they took care of him for the next few days.
The village chief repeatedly warned Yan Ci Sheng not to mention that incident if he woke up.
Yan Zilai has very complicated feelings towards her younger brother. If she says she feels heartache, then yes, but if she says she feels resentment, then she also has it.
Yan's mother was not actually at home that night, but after learning the news, she fainted on the spot. She is now at her second sister's house, being taken care of by her second sister, Yan Di.
But this incident was too much of a blow to the old mother. Her health deteriorated day by day. Moreover, she was already old and it seemed that she didn't have much time left to live.
Yan Ci Sheng's old house has been abandoned. The villagers think it is unlucky and rarely go near it. Yan Shiliu wanted to take this opportunity to enter the scene to investigate, but saw two young men guarding it.
He turned around and left helplessly. The village chief had clearly forbidden anyone to investigate the matter. The matter was already over.
Yan Shiliu did not dare to expose himself and returned to the bamboo building to tell the story. The thin old Taoist sensed something fishy and thought that this matter might have a lot to do with the village chief.
Afterwards, several people went to investigate separately. After all, they were all old hands with a lot of ways to get information. However, Cai Wei, who was known as the sword fairy, was at a loss in this link because he was not good at speaking. In the end, he could only sit in the bamboo building. Even the swordsman who was drunk all day long had a way to get information: he would take a wine gourd and go to the fields to find men to drink. After a few sips, he would get drunk and talk more. After a few rounds of indirect questioning, he could get a lot of useful clues.
Not only that, he also had a very good relationship with the men doing farm work and they treated each other like brothers.
After a few days, the few people summarized the clues they had obtained, and the case gradually became clear. It turned out that the relationship between the village chief and Yan Lai Fu was indeed not simple.
Yan Lai Fu is older, honest and hardworking, and has some influence in the village. According to rumors among women, when the village chief was young and ran for the position of village chief, Yan Lai Fu cast a vote against him.
Less than a year later, it was time to run for the position of village chief. Yan Laifu was very old and of high rank, and his son was at his strongest age, so his words carried a lot of weight.
The Gu girl clapped her hands and said, "I knew that the old guy was not right. He tried every means to prevent the investigation. There must be something fishy going on."
The swordsman nodded, his eyes lit up, "Do you remember when we first came to Yanjia Village, we went to visit the village chief. In the northeast corner of his house, there was a plaque?"
"Maybe the village chief is possessed by a ghost and is using someone else's knife to kill someone..."
Speaking of which.
Cai Wei nodded. Yanjia Village has no entrance or exit. Isn’t it a perfect place to raise ghosts?
The skinny old Taoist frowned and asked Yan Shiliu to visit the village chief's home tomorrow and find a chance to take a strand of his hair. He wanted to perform a ritual to verify this conjecture.
the next day.
noon.
Yan Shiliu took the hair.
The old Taoist priest wore a Taoist robe, stepped on the steps, and chanted some magic formulas. They were mundane methods, but they were effective against ghosts and spirits. He wrapped a strand of the village chief's white hair around his little finger, and then inserted his little finger into the rooster's blood, stirring it three times to the left and seven times to the right. Then he took the incense in one hand and inserted it into the rooster's blood... This ritual lasted for a long time, and he shook his head at the end.
There was no sign that the village chief had ever raised a ghost, because raising a ghost and exorcising it requires one's own essence and blood, and once one has raised a ghost, the traces would be difficult to erase.
The case suddenly came to a stalemate.
at this time.
Yan Cisheng woke up.