Immortal Voices Chapter 348: Shangxiang

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At the home of Zhao Tufu, everyone in the village gathered around at this time.

Yun Niang wiped her tears and cried out of breath, and there was still the panic in her eyes that had never disappeared.

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

The village chief pressed a crutches severely and said in a deep voice: "Zhao Qian, stop crying, what the **** is going on? Obviously I met with Lao Zhao last night, why didn’t they all? Up."

Speaking of last night, Yun Niang shivered in fear, and shouted in a sharp voice: "It's her, she's back, she's back in revenge."

The village chief frowned and asked: "Who?"

"Rong Chan, this is Rong Chan." Yun Niang yelled madly.

The moment the name was spoken, the people around couldn't help but shudder, only feeling a wave of coldness rising from the soles of the feet and spreading to the limbs.

Of course they remember Rong Chan. Rong Chan died in their village half a year ago. He died in their hands.

They still remember that the girl said her identity, Rong Chan, the daughter of the county magistrate of Tzu Chi County.

Li Yang, Wang Daniu, and Zhang Laizi couldn't help but think of the person who came to the village yesterday, and then looked at Yun Niang's crazy appearance, and felt chills.

The village chief obviously thought of something, and before he could speak, a panicked voice came.

I saw Qian Liulian rushing over and shouting as he ran: "The village chief, Wu Er's family and Wu Er's family are dead."

The crowd was in an uproar. First Zhao Tufu died, Zhao Qians went crazy, and then Wu Er's family died again. Is it true that the female ghost has come back for revenge?

The villagers are all in danger and panic.

The village head's face sank, and he quickly walked towards Wu'er's house with someone.

Before entering the door, he smelled a strong smell of blood.

At the door, the white lantern with the word ‘Lien’ slid down on the ground, looking very strange.

Walking into the house, they saw the death of Wu Er and Wu Er's wife unpreparedly.

The people who walked in felt chills, their faces were so pale, most of them rushed out the door and threw up.

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

The village head held the cane tightly, his fingers pale.

He resisted the desire to vomit, and after looking at the room once, he asked: "Where is the child from the Wu family?"

Wang Daniu swallowed, searched the room again, and said, "I didn't find it. The embolus is gone."

The village chief said with a sullen face: "Li Yang, you'll do what I ordered last night, Wang Daniu, you take the whole village to find the plug. Whether it is life or death, give me a precise word."

"Yes, the village chief." Li Yang and Wang Daniu left immediately after answering.

The village chief looked at Qian Liu and said, "You brought a few people to help with the funeral of Lao Zhao and Wu's family."

Qian Liu was a little reluctant. It was obvious that the three of them died abnormally. He leaned forward and wouldn't be called by the ghost.

As if seeing what Qian Liu meant, the village chief said with gloomy eyes: "Don't forget that everyone in the village has a share of that person's death. Now we should work together."

Qian Liu saw that the village chief was annoyed, and hurriedly said: "I know, I know, I'll do it right away."

Qian Liu pointed to a few people who were usually close, and quickly went to prepare the funeral.

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

She knocked on her weak leg and said meaningfully: "This is a rare experience."

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

You can smell the rich aroma of incense before entering the door. There is a large cauldron in front of the temple with incense candles in it.

Miaozhu is sweeping the floor, looking very serious.

But when he looked up and saw Rong Xian, his face changed abruptly. He threw down his broomstick and ran towards the temple, yelling: "God save me, God help me."

Rong Xian raised his eyebrows and followed.

When I walked into the temple, I stopped abruptly, and my face turned black.

I saw Miaozhu holding a basin of black dog blood in his hand, and it looked like he was about to pour it on her.

Rong Xian blinked and asked with a puzzled look: "You killed the dog just now? Why didn't I hear the sound?"

Miaozhu's hand holding the basin was a little trembling, and she said in a stern: "We have prepared this black dog blood a long time ago, just to guard against unclean things."

Rong Xian nodded, very sensible: "That's how it is."

She glanced at the beautiful place of Qingshan, and said in a gentle voice like a spring breeze: "It's so beautiful here. There are still unclean things. It's really #人不脸相#."

Through the shadows on the ground, I have faintly known that I have done something embarrassing: "..."

But, is it that people can't look like that? Can you speak?

He put the basin aside in embarrassment, bit his lip, and made a non-standard etiquette, saying: "Is the layman here to worship God?"

Rong Xian said as expected: "If I don't worship God, why have I worked so hard here?"

Miaozhu, who was stunned back again, looked at this familiar face, resisted the palpitations, walked to the big tripod, picked up a stick of incense from the side and lit it and handed it to Rong Xian, stammering:" The layman was the first person to come here today, and the first stick of incense was handed over to the layman."

Rong Xian looked down at the long incense, and said lightly: "I didn't even see the face of the gods, so you can let me offer incense to the gods. It's too delicate to eat."

After the Miaozhu was rejected, he took the incense back with a ‘swish’, as if his behavior just now had exhausted all his courage.

Fortunately, Miaozhu seemed to realize that he was a bit exaggerated, and he stood there awkwardly for a long while without saying a word.

In the end, it was Rong Xian who broke the unspeakable silence: "Oh—?"

Miaozhu almost jumped up in fright. Looking at this person's delicate and familiar eyebrows, Miaozhu only felt panic.

Rong Xian put his hands together in his wide sleeves, and the robe was blown by Xiaofeng leisurely, and Yushu was in the wind.

Then she slowly said: "I will go and see what a fairy looks like."

Without waiting for the temple’s refusal, she walked into the temple with a step.

On the face is a clay doll. The clay doll is very lifelike, wearing a funny high hat on his head and a uniform robe on his body.

Rong Xian suddenly became interested, and asked at the temple: "Is this perfect?"

Miaozhu quietly moved his feet, shortening the distance between him and the **** sculpture, as if this would give him a sense of security.

When he raised his head, he met Shang Rongxian's clear and curious eyes, and said, "!!!"

Rong Xian took his actions into his eyes, and said with a heart-to-heart: "It turns out that you have this kind of relationship with the gods."

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

Rong Xian blinked, with an extremely complex expression: "You can see it from your frightened act of seeking protection for the first time."

Miao Zhu is tired and doesn't want to talk anymore.