It was as if the girl was being carried on my shoulders, and she naughtily put her mouth to my ear, as if a couple were whispering.
I frowned and prepared to take action.
But there was an angry roar from Zhang Zhong behind me, and then I saw him in the mirror stretching out his skeletal arm and grabbing my back!
Just when Zhang Zhong's arm was about to hit my back, I quickly moved aside.
"ah!"
As the skeletal arm fell, a scream came from behind me.
I looked back and saw that the female ghost suddenly turned into a black light spot and rushed up to the second floor. At the same time, another light spot floated out of nowhere in the room and disappeared together on the second floor.
building.
I know these are the two female ghosts, they have all run away.
"Master Captor, are you okay?" Zhang Zhong looked at me and asked with some worry.
I shook my head and asked him: "Are those two things just ghosts?"
I have seen many ghosts, and I can say that I am very familiar with ghost auras. The reason I am asking Zhang Zhong now is because the auras of the two female ghosts just now were a little strange, and seemed to be a little different from ordinary ghosts.
Zhang Zhong shook his head and said, "It should be so, but the breath is a little different."
I nodded, pointed upstairs, and said, "Go up and have a look."
Zhang Zhong nodded, and I walked up.
But as soon as he moved, he was caught by Zhang Zhong.
I looked back at him, somewhat confused as to what he meant.
Who would have thought that Zhang Zhong raised his hand, pointed to the door nervously, and said to me, "Sir, where are you looking?"
I followed his finger and looked ahead, and saw a thick black mist rising from the entrance of the village not far away.
Ghost shadows flickered in the black mist, as if there were countless evil ghosts hidden inside.
Seeing this situation, I stopped immediately, glanced at Zhang Zhong, and then we walked out of the yard together and headed towards the entrance of the village.
The thick fog shrouded the entrance to the village, and the black mist kept rolling. Along with the rolling fog, hoarse roars kept coming from inside.
Zhang Zhong and I stood in front of the thick fog, and our scalps suddenly felt numb.
I couldn't help but glance at Zhang Zhong. The guy hid behind me at some point and was looking ahead nervously.
"Do you think we should go there?" I asked him.
After hearing what I said, Zhang Zhong immediately shook his head and said: "Master Captor, a gentleman does not stand on a dangerous wall. This thick fog is a bit strange. Let's not go through it."
In fact, I didn't want to go there at all. It was obvious that there was something weird in the thick fog.
However, as a head catcher, it would be very embarrassing if he proposed to retreat, especially in front of his subordinates.
I know Zhang Zhong well. Although this guy was once a headhunter back in the day, he was an extremely stubborn guy. As long as there was danger, he would run faster than anyone else, not even the old Taoist could compare with him.
So I was sure that he would never go there, so asking him would be a way to give myself a step down.
After hearing what he said, I nodded and said with a serious face: "I think what you said makes sense. Let's go back to the village first. There are still a lot of negative things there."
"Your Excellency is wise!" Zhang Zhong turned around immediately, not forgetting to flatter him.
Looking at Zhang Zhong, I couldn't help but feel filled with emotion. It's really rare to have this kind of subordinate who can understand your thoughts. Like the old Taoist, he is a very smart person.
But the only regret is that these two guys are really stubborn. If there is danger, they will be the first to run away.
However, Zhang Zhong is much stronger than Lao Dao, and his skills are much greater than Lao Dao. Moreover, that guy from Lao Dao is wretched and lecherous. He is simply an old scumbag.
Zhang Zhong and I walked towards the village again, but after only a few steps we stopped, something was wrong!
Just now, every door in the village was closed, but now, all the doors are open.
And those who were originally hanged came out one by one.
It's just that they are all dead, their bodies are stiff, and they are wandering the streets like zombies.
Looking at the scene in front of me, I couldn't help but swallow. This picture was a bit familiar. Isn't this exactly the scene in a zombie movie?
But unlike zombies, these people all have a rope around their necks.
And the strange thing is that the rope is actually hanging, as if there is an invisible hand holding the rope.
Countless hanged ghosts were wandering around the streets like this. This scene was enough to make one's scalp numb.
Although Zhang Zhong and I were a little shocked, we were not too scared and walked over carefully.
Those hanged ghosts didn't seem to feel our breath at all, they didn't even look at us, they just wandered aimlessly on the street.
Those things didn't bother us, so Zhang Zhong and I felt a lot more relaxed and walked towards the front, wanting to go back to the house we just visited.
But after walking a few steps, I stopped.
Seeing me stop, Zhang Zhong also stopped and asked me, "What's the matter, sir?"
I stretched out my hand and pointed to him a small wooden house not far ahead.
Now all the houses in this village have their doors open, only this small wooden house has its door closed, and there is a rusty iron rope hanging on the door.
This is not the strangest place. The strange thing is that this small wooden house is not big and does not look like a place for people to live. Moreover, I can clearly feel that there is a strong resentment in this wooden house.
The resentment was very strong, but it didn't leak out much, as if it was suppressed by something.
I glanced at Zhang Zhong, and then we walked toward the cabin together.
No one must have been to the wooden house for a long time, because the iron lock was covered with rust, and it was obvious that it had not been opened for a long time.
There was a small hole in the door of the wooden house, which was chewed out by something.
I glanced at Zhang Zhong, and he understood what I meant. He walked to the door and stretched his head to look at the hole.
But after a moment, Zhang Zhong took a breath and quickly retreated.
"What's going on?" I asked looking at him.
"There's something inside." Zhang Zhong said to me.
Hearing his words, I couldn't help but walked over and looked towards the entrance of the cave.
But after just one glance, I couldn't help but gasp, and like Zhang Zhong, I couldn't help but take a few steps back.
We two are not afraid of ghosts, after all, our identities are quite special.
But seeing the situation inside, I still couldn't help but feel numb.
Because what I saw was nothing else but faces!
Those faces were all women's, neatly arranged next to the door, and looking at me.
No matter how courageous I am, I can't help but feel numb when I see this situation. No wonder Zhang Zhong was so nervous just now.
This guy didn't know how to notify me in advance, which shocked me. It's really disgusting.
But this is not the time to dwell on such issues. The most important thing now is the women inside.
No, it should be said to be a female ghost.
Because I can see that they are not living people, but ghosts.
And he is a fierce ghost with a lot of resentment!
I'm not afraid of evil ghosts. As an underworld catcher, I've even seen ghost king-level beings, so naturally I won't be afraid of these evil ghosts.
I glanced at Zhang Zhong and motioned for him to open the door.
Zhang Zhong glanced at me. Although he was a little scared, he still walked to the door obediently, stretched out his skeletal arm and patted the rusty iron lock.
With a crisp snapping sound, the iron lock suddenly shattered under his hand and fell to the ground.
Zhang Zhong took a deep breath and kicked him down.
The wooden door, which was almost rotting, fell apart with his kick.
I was hesitant that those evil spirits were inside, so I was ready to take action. Zhang Zhong also raised his skeletal arm.
But as the wooden door fell, we were all stunned.
Because there is no female ghost here, there is just a stone monument.
The stone monument is in the center of the cabin.
This situation made Zhang Zhong and I stunned.
The stone monument is obviously a tombstone, but who would build a room outside the tombstone and then lock it up.
After all, this tombstone is not afraid of being stolen!
I walked over and looked at the tombstone, and suddenly I felt something was wrong.
There are several names engraved on this tombstone. I counted a total of fifteen, and they all seemed to be women's names.
The weirdest thing is that above these names, there is this big word "Zhen"!
The character was carved and painted red with cinnabar.
Moreover, this tombstone is not the same as the common tombstone, but an octagonal shape, with a Bagua mirror inlaid on each side of the base of the tombstone.
Seeing this situation, I couldn't help but frown. This damn tombstone was not a tombstone at all, but a kind of tombstone, used to suppress the ghosts of grievances!
I looked at the names of the fifteen women on the tombstones, and it seemed that what was suppressed under the tombstones should be their souls.
Thinking of this, I became even more curious, how could there be such a town object in this small mountain village, and what were the origins of the fifteen women suppressed below.
Why was he suppressed here after his death?
The location of this cabin is not remote, it is in the village, so it is very likely that everyone in the village knows about it.
I shudder a little when I think of this. Everyone in the village knows that there are fifteen innocent souls suppressed here, but no one pays attention to them. Is there a reason for their death?
I know that in ancient times, due to feudal thinking, there were women in the village who did not observe the rules of women and had fornications with men and were imprisoned in pig cages.
When those women died, they died tragically, so their ghosts and resentments were very strong, so they were usually suppressed with the use of objects.
However, this town object does not seem to be very old, only ten or twenty years old at most.
Is it possible that in modern times, this small mountain village still retains the terrible custom of soaking pigs in cages?
