The young man shook his head slightly and kept smacking his tongue.
As Song He said, the fishing village was quite prosperous before the appearance of the Mud Dragon King.
Houses of this size are rarely seen nowadays.
Although most of the houses have become dilapidated due to disrepair, from a distance only a blur of gray remains.
But the ancestral hall seems to have escaped the baptism of time.
The wide and bright double doors were painted with tung oil, reflecting a bright luster in the rain.
It's like an oil-painted clown that has wandered into a black and white photo. The bright and strange colors make people unable to take their eyes away.
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and looked inside.
Through the open door, you can see two layers of wooden signs.
A dozen or so spiritual tablets made of excellent materials are lined up, and above them is a slightly larger spiritual tablet.
Moving your gaze upward, you can see a plaque with the words "Chun De Ke Feng" written in traditional Chinese from right to left.
Looking up again, you will find that the house has green bricks and green tiles, which has a Jiangnan style.
Unfortunately, this is the Northeast.
The obviously different styles of layout, coupled with traces of years of repairs, make this ancestral hall look out of place.
"call…"
Wang Jin took a breath and began to make final preparations.
Perhaps because of the explosion just now, villagers who had not participated also began to run to the vicinity of the row house to watch the excitement.
The ancestral hall, where people were supposed to be queuing up to get water, was now empty.
Except for the three figures standing at the door.
The rainwater fell and slid to the ground along the coir raincoat and bamboo hat, blending into the soil.
"Are you sure you want to go in with me?"
Wang Jin carried half a bottle of inhibitor and looked down at Xiaohua, who still had tears in her eyes.
He really doesn't hate this little girl.
The new star in the world of ghost stories who is full of murder is regarded as an enemy, and even a burly man has to wait for a while.
But Xiaohua only cried in Wang Jin's arms for a short while, and then stubbornly expressed her intention to follow him.
Maybe it's the unique courage of a newborn calf, or maybe it's the unique character developed by growing up in a place like this.
In short, Wang Jin admires it very much.
Besides...he needs someone like this.
Xiaohua is also an outsider and a child with a weak constitution.
If there is any real danger, it will definitely show up on her first.
From this perspective, the role that little flowers can play is even greater than that of many adult villagers.
"Sure, I want to help Song He."
Xiaohua sobbed and nodded, then stretched out her hand to pinch Wang Jin.
Apparently he hasn't calmed down yet.
"You might not be able to accept it."
"I can accept."
The little girl nodded stubbornly.
"As long as you can accept it."
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows, turned the bottle in his hand, and poured the contents onto Xiao Hua's head.
Strange talk about inhibitors.
This thing has many advantages.
It is an excellent conductor, has good thermal insulation properties, is easy to carry and easy to store.
Most importantly, it's quite practical.
This thing can inhibit other weird stories through its own unique pollution.
At first glance, it sounds quite tempting, and may even lead to the idea of "carrying a large amount of inhibitors with you to contain the monsters single-handedly."
There are indeed people who have done this.
later…
Some people say that because the inhibitor is too heavy, he really can't avoid Kaitan's attacks.
Some people also said that he was vomiting violently due to the unique smell of the inhibitor and could not even walk.
His ending is quite consistent.
He was torn into pieces by strange talk.
All in all... inhibitors are not some refreshing high-end perfume.
Quite the opposite.
People in the suppression department call it "black dog blood" because of its highly similar smell and properties.
After being stained by this kind of thing, Xiaohua, who was quite fond of cleanliness, instantly became extremely sad and her whole face collapsed.
Then he stretched out his hand to pinch Wang Jin and rubbed against him.
"The situation is special, I will dare to do it next time."
The latter rubbed Xiaohua's head and didn't care about the weak revenge.
There was sudden severe pain in his arm. Wang Jin took a deep breath and turned to look at Hu Xiaobei.
The latter took back his hand as if nothing had happened and looked at Xiaohua with eyes full of pity.
"I'll buy her new clothes in a few days."
"Ahem...ok."
After nodding guiltily, Wang Jin raised his legs and crossed the threshold.
Enter the ancestral hall.
well--
The sound of overlapping breaths suddenly sounded in the air, like a dozen people lamenting at the same time.
"You seem to be in a bad mood."
Wang Jin grinned, threw something away.
It's still an inhibitor.
"I'll make you feel even worse."
"Eula!"
Xiao Hei put his fingers together and stretched them out quickly, smashing the glass bottle of the inhibitor into pieces.
Thick black-red liquid spilled onto the tablet.
With these tablets placed in the house, Wang Jin is not worried that the inhibitors will be washed away by rain.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at the unresponsive altar table.
This is the only place where something could go wrong.
Although the investigation hasn't started yet, it's always a good idea to take the first step.
well--
Another sigh sounded, but with more emotion.
A strange wind blew by, obviously carrying some hostility.
"court death."
Hu Xiaobei narrowed his eyes and fired a wind blade with his hand.
Without hesitation, he smashed the tablet in front of him.
She seemed to blame herself for being soft on Xiao Hua, and now she became ruthless in her attacks.
"My great aunt!"
Wang Jin snapped his fingers, and Xiao Hei rushed forward with tears in his eyes, blocking the wind blade with a heroic sacrifice.
"嘤嘤!"
Looking distressed at Xiao Hei running around on the ground, Wang Jin turned to look at Hu Xiaobei.
The latter cast the same look instead, obviously not understanding why Wang Jin stopped him.
"Silly boy, listen carefully."
The big ears on the top of his head moved. Hu Xiaobei closed his eyes, seeming to be trying to catch some sounds that other people couldn't hear.
"Those tiny sounds are provocations."
"...Is that so?"
Wang Jin tried his best to mobilize his inspiration, but still could only hear sighs.
He touched his chin and turned to look at Xiaohua.
I found that the other person was just as confused as myself.
It seemed like Xiaohua couldn't even hear the sigh.
"Sure enough, the five senses of the immortal family are much stronger than those of humans."
Wang Jin smiled helplessly and decided to leave this matter to the little fox.
He knew Hu Xiaobei's investigation method...basically smelling and listening to sounds.
With these two items alone, she can become a qualified tuner.
This is enough to show how talented Hu Xiaobei is.
But this time, she happened to come across an area that she is good at.
"Can you hear exactly what those voices are saying?"
Wang Jin pressed Xiaohua's head, ready to use contact suppression at any time.
At the same time, he turned to look at Hu Xiaobei, hoping that the other party could obtain valid information.
"They are all scattered insults without any logic. They are criticizing the Mud Dragon King and also criticizing us outsiders."
The girl sighed, and the fox ears on her head gradually subsided from their rotation.
"I could feel the emotion in those words."
"Angry, helpless, crazy."
"This is the emotion that the leaders should feel...maybe."
Hu Xiaobei whispered softly, with a little hesitation on his face.
The ancestral hall enshrines every leader who died at the hands of the Mud Dragon King.
These people are truly at the forefront of their abilities.
There are also unlucky villagers who were chosen to die after all the real leaders were sacrificed.
It's not surprising that a person who died inexplicably would have any emotions.
"A bunch of grumpy old men? It's really a nice ancestral hall."
Under the leadership of Xiaohua, Wang Jin responded to Hu Xiaobei's words and approached the altar table.
This thing is not afraid of inhibitors, or the problem does not lie in the tablet position.
If you want to investigate clearly, you have to get closer.
With Hu Xiaobei guarding the door, Wang Jin felt a lot more relieved.
"Don't worry. When I was a kid, I used to lie at the door and look inside. I would often pester Song He and ask him to tell me stories about these people."
Xiaohua stretched out her hand to rub the inhibitor on her face, and pointed at the tablets placed on top of the other wooden tablets.
Only there is an incense burner in front of the tablet.
"This is the leader of the second platoon...I heard he came from other places. He saw how pitiful we were so he stayed to help."
"Da Paitou was also very powerful, but he didn't take the Mud Dragon King seriously. As a result, he died the next day without making any contribution to the village."
"So he can't be on top."
Xiaohua shook her head with an expression of "That's it".
"The leader of the second platoon thought of a way to deal with the Mud Dragon King, and also led everyone to resist. I heard that we almost succeeded... It's a pity that I wasn't born yet at the time."
"Then this is the third row head, this is the fourth row head... all the way to the ninth row head."
"From the ninth platoon onwards, everyone has to choose the person."
Xiaohua took a breath and tried to break away from Wang Jin's hand, but found that the power gap between the opponent and her was too great.
So he simply gave up struggling and let Wang Jin tug on his clothes.
"its not right."
Wang Jin squinted his eyes and counted the number of tablets again.
According to Xiaohua's wishes, all the headers from rows one to nine except the headers from row two are placed below.
If you look closely, you will find that there is a less obvious difference in the placement of the platoon leaders and villagers.
The head of the queue is slightly forward, and the villagers are slightly behind.
"There are seven in the front, and only eight including the first row of people in the second row."
"There's one missing person in line."
Wang Jin patted Xiao Hua and signaled to the other party that there was something wrong with something here.
"Eh?"
The latter was stunned for a moment, puffed out his cheeks and began to check the situation above.
"This is the seventeenth year since the Mud Dragon King appeared. Song He is not dead yet...then there should be sixteen tablets here."
"Nine in line..."
Xiaohua murmured softly and soon frowned again.
"The names are all right."
Xiaohua looked at Wang Jin, pointed her hand at the row of memorial tablets below, and said eight names.
One tablet corresponds to one name...the last eight names all correspond.
"What the hell?"
Wang Jin didn't find any problem, but he knew it would be a big problem.
There are seven tablets, corresponding to eight names.
Corresponding one to one, I can't find any mistakes at all.
“Perception is distorted?”
Wang Jin shuddered.
The last time this happened...it was at the zoo.
But this time the enemy was definitely not as powerful as the ancient gods, and it didn't even make Wang Jin feel the slightest sense of crisis.
"No, that's not right...I'm not contaminated."
Wang Jin raised his hand and looked at the Geiger counter.
He clearly remembered that the thing exploded the moment it entered the zoo.
Now, the value it displays is only a little higher than the normal value, which should be the impact of rain.
"It's not a cognitive distortion... it's just some funny little trick."
Wang Jin nodded.
There is only one possibility.
Someone didn't want the name of one of the top names to be exposed to the eyes of others, so they deliberately arranged something that Wang Jin didn't know much about.
This means...the row head itself is not clean either.
"I can't find which one is missing, and everyone who comes here to offer incense probably didn't find it either."
Xiaohua frowned and spoke, as if she didn't understand this phenomenon.
She hesitated for a while and decided to leave the question to Wang Jin. She turned around and turned over something on the table.
"fine."
Wang Jin patted her shoulder, and then moved his gaze to the standing tablet.
"Second row head..."
The young man nodded slowly.
He squinted his eyes, trying to see the name on the tablet.
It's a pity...I don't know if it's been too long since no one has taken care of it, or if that tablet was never intended for others to see clearly.
The place where the name should have been was almost dug out, and traces of being scratched by fingernails can also be seen.
"The incense is here, just take three sticks."
Xiaohua dug out half a pack of incense sticks from the drawer under the altar table and picked through them before finding a few that were barely usable.
"It's just for the second-row head, and you don't need to worry about the rest."
Xiaohua stood on tiptoe and handed the incense stick to Wang Jin, asking him to examine it carefully.
Wang Jin took it and twisted it in his hand, and found that it was a normal incense stick.
It's just that the quality is even worse, it's not at the same level as when Shi Baibai usually invites the Xian family to dinner.
Wang Jin hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at Hu Xiaobei, who was on guard at the door, and asked with his eyes.
This fox had been flying in the sky to investigate the situation, and could more or less see what the villagers were doing.
"Xiaohua is right...but that's for the villagers."
"For us outsiders, that's not necessarily the case."
Hu Xiaobei poked his head to check the situation at the door, pasted a portrait on the wooden door, and then ran to Wang Jin.
She knows it very well.
What you have to do next is dangerous, but you must do it.
This is why large-scale ghost stories require the coordinator to investigate first to create conditions for the Suppression Department.
One person figured out the rules of strange stories and created the greatest value with the smallest sacrifice.
This is their job.
"call…"
Wang Jin took a deep breath and looked at Xiao Hua from time to time.
It is obviously most appropriate to leave such a dangerous thing to Xiaohua.
It's not that Wang Jin is greedy for life, it's just that he and Hu Xiaobei are both capable of fighting.
Even if something happens to Xiaohua, she can be rescued as soon as possible.
If something happened to Wang Jin...Hu Xiaobei would have to save people while taking care of Xiaohua, and he would obviously be in a hurry.
"I come!"
Before Wang Jin could say anything, Xiaohua volunteered to grab the incense stick and raised the lighter.
"What a good boy."
Wang Jin nodded happily.
He very much hopes that the ordinary people he meets during his mission can have this kind of dedication.
It's a pity that good children like Xiaohua are rare.
"Silly boy..."
"Um?"
Wang Jin, who was watching Xiaohua lighting up the lighter, was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Hu Xiaobei.
"Wouldn't your conscience hurt if you did such a thing?"
The latter looked serious.
Hu Xiaobei didn't like humans as a group, and at most he would make sure not to let them die in front of him.
So she was not opposed to this kind of thing, and even thought Wang Jin did a pretty good job.
But in the final analysis... this thing is absolutely unjustifiable from a moral point of view, right?
Xiaohua is still a child in the single digits.
"I went out without a conscience this time."
Wang Jin was talking rubbish casually, but his eyes were fixed on the incense stick in Xiao Hua's hand.
"In addition, you can also understand that I have absolute confidence."
"I know that I can definitely guarantee Xiaohua's survival, so I can safely let her test it."
"I'm very good at fighting death."
Wang Jin spoke slowly, as if he was explaining to Hu Xiaobei, or talking to himself.
"call!"
Xiaohua puffed up her cheeks and blew the incense stick in her hand vigorously.
Those three incense sticks were cheap goods, but they became damp due to the continuous rain, so it took a lot of effort to light them.
"call!"
The little flower blew again, the incense stick lit up with three red dots, and wisps of white smoke slowly rose in the mist.
"Well done."
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to praise.
The incense stick was lit.
"well…"
There was a sigh in the air again.
No, it can't be said to be a sigh this time.
More like wails and roars.
"Those things are talking again!"
Hu Xiaobei covered the ears on the top of his head and seemed to feel uncomfortable.
"Listen carefully, I want to know what they are talking about."
Wang Jin responded and waved the nail sword on his hand.
Xiaohua was stepping on the small stool in front of her, trying hard to put the incense sticks into the incense burner in front of the second row of seats.
"Silly boy...the sound is too loud!"
The girl's suppressed voice sounded.
In fact, she doesn't need to listen this time.
Even Wang Jin, who was fully inspired, could vaguely discern what those things were saying.
they said…
"traitor!"
"Get away!"
"Die! Die!"
Strong anger rose into the sky, as if it was about to overturn people.
Something roared out from the tablet, wanting to do something to the little flower.
But when the inhibitors on her body were touched, she let out an angry roar, turned around and got into the memorial tablet again.
"Wang Jin, I'm so cold."
Xiaohua shouted.
She is just a child and her inspiration is not very strong.
So she couldn't hear those roars, nor could she feel what was attacking her.
"Don't worry, I'm here."
Wang Jin narrowed his eyes and reached out to grab the tablets.
Snapped!
Wang Jin held down a spiritual seat at the head of the queue.
He watched helplessly as something came out of it and then retracted.
"I told you, it will make your mood worse."
The young man grinned and smiled.
The smile was obviously quite gentle, but because of the faint shadow of the evil dragon behind it, it became extremely cold, like the wind blowing in the twelfth lunar month of winter.
Gaba.
Contact is established and suppression is formed.
With almost no effort, Wang Jin broke the most noisy tablet.
"Next?"
The young man waved his hand coldly, with a dull expression.
There was dead silence.
"It's not cold anymore."
Xiaohua shouted happily, and her trembling hands finally resumed their movements.
She suddenly inserted the incense stick into the incense burner.
"Ouch!!"
Almost at the same time, a strange roar came from all the tablets in the second row.
Countless shadows emerged from it... like empty palms.
This time even the little flowers can be seen.
She was so frightened that she subconsciously crawled into Wang Jin's arms.
"roll!"
Wang Jin looked cold and spoke slowly.
At the same time, another voice came out with him.
The spiritual position from the head of the second row.