"When was Tang Jingchuan buried? Where was the body in the middle? Is anyone guarding it?"
Zhu Tianlei passed the time the two people talked about in his mind, and then continued to ask.
"It's the burial on February 16th."
Tang Baoyu replied.
"the next day?"
Zhu Tianlei frowned. Under normal circumstances, people will stay at home for a few days after death. Even if they are not at home, they will not be buried in a funeral parlor in such a hurry, let alone Tangjia Village, which pays so much attention to the dead!
"Well, it has been passed down from the older generation that there will be no burial until there is a funeral, and there is no one in Jingchuan's family anymore, so it is not appropriate to keep the body for too long, so it was buried. In the meantime, Jingchuan's body was parked
At home, the village sent several people to take turns guarding the house, and my second uncle was always there."
Tang Baoyu explained, and then looked at his second uncle.
The second uncle's expression was slightly panicked, probably because he was thinking about the time when he pointed a shotgun at the Gu God.
"Second uncle, have you never left Tang Jingchuan's body?"
"Witch...Witch God, I have been guarding you all this time, except...except..."
"Except for what?"
The second uncle glanced at Zhu Tianlei and then at Tang Baoyu, rubbing his hands in his sleeves and darting his eyes from left to right.
"Second uncle, tell me, the witch god is asking you something!"
Some villagers rushed to urge him, fearing that Zhu Tianlei would be unhappy.
"Except for the middle of the night on the fifteenth day, I...I drank too much, so I went back to the house to sleep for a while, but it didn't last long. I got up after just over an hour."
Afraid of being blamed by the witch god, the second uncle hurriedly explained.
"Where are the others? Didn't I say there were others guarding me?"
Zhu Tianlei's question made the second uncle even more panicked.
"Er Linzi... Er Linzi told me that there was something going on at home, so I asked him to go back. God of Witchcraft and Gu, does this... does this have anything to do with Jingchuan's body becoming like this?"
The second uncle is not stupid. How could he not feel that Tang Jingchuan's problem is related to this matter?
"Tang Jingchuan's body was stolen."
As soon as Zhu Tianlei finished speaking, everyone's eyes widened.
The body was dropped?
Why?
I've heard of people robbing wealth and sex, but I've never heard of people stealing corpses. Moreover, what's going on with the paper man in the coffin? They could see it clearly before. The person in the coffin is Tang Jingchuan.
of.
"Everyone should know more or less about the soul shaping technique, right?"
As soon as Zhu Tianlei finished speaking, the already shocked villagers were even more shocked, and there was also an unspeakable fear that spread like a tide.
Of course they all know that soul shaping is an evil art that is familiar to everyone in Miao territory, even though this evil art was banned hundreds of years ago.
However, in the Miao border, in the family history passed down orally from generation to generation, there are many legends about soul shaping, and they bring terror and fear. They are more confusing than any horror story and can stop children.
Night cry.
However, no one thought that the legend would become a reality in their lifetime.
The sky has darkened slightly, the siren has disappeared, the air seems to be stagnant, and there is a deathly silence. It seems that in the next second, the paper man in the coffin will come to life and turn into a monster ghost and jump out.
"Witch God means...Jingchuan was given a soul-shaping spell?"
"Tang Jingchuan is not dead. He has shed his golden cicada shell. He is still alive."
What?
Zhu Tianlei really stirs up trouble among the villagers every time he speaks.
Not dead?
Tang Jingchuan was not dead, but in full view of everyone, Tang Jingchuan was indeed dead.
"You all should recall whether there have been any suspicious people in the village recently, or whether anything strange has happened."
Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, looking at each other in confusion.
Tangjiacun is very isolated. Except for Zhu Tianlei, an outsider who comes to Tangjiacun from time to time, there have been very few outsiders coming in since ancient times.
"Where is that doctor? Where did you invite him from?"
Seeing that the villagers were all confused, Zhu Tianlei asked instead.
"They were invited from Pinghu County Hospital."
"What's your name?"
"Zhang Yuan."
As soon as Tang Baoyu finished speaking, Zhu Tianlei grabbed the phone.
He called Song Bonian directly and asked Song Bonian to help check the information of this person named Zhang Yuan.
Soon, Song Bonian called back.
There is no doctor named Zhang Yuan at Pinghu County Hospital.
"How is this possible? I did invite Zhang Yuan from the county hospital!"
Another person stood up and looked like I was wronged.
"Forget it, it seems that the other party has been prepared for a long time. Anyway, you can be sure of one thing, that is, Tang Jingchuan is not dead. He is now alive and well in a place we don't know. I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
After Zhu Tianlei finished speaking, he was about to leave.
Things are getting more and more urgent now, and he doesn't have the slightest clue yet.
He didn't even have a clue about what happened to Master, Senior Sister, Qinglang, Ye Mingzhi and others.
"God of Witchcraft and Gu, please have dinner in the village before leaving!"
"No, I still have something to do. I'll see you later."
After saying that, Zhu Tianlei's feet were like flying, and he quickly floated dozens of feet away. Anyway, the villagers had already regarded him as the God of Witchcraft and Gu, and no one would doubt him if he showed any ability.
Tang Hui looked at Zhu Tianlei's back, then at the paper man in the coffin, and bit his lip with his teeth.
Tang Baoyu's mood was also very complicated. The emergence of the soul shaping technique made him aware of an unprecedented crisis. It seemed that the peace of Tangjiacun for more than two hundred years was about to be broken.
...
"Xiao Deng."
After Zhu Tianlei left Tangjiacun, he went straight to Yunhai People's Hospital. As soon as he entered Xiaoshan's ward, he saw Xiao Deng taking a nap sitting beside the hospital bed.
"Chairman?"
Xiao Deng opened his eyes in a daze, and when he saw that the person standing in front of him was Zhu Tianlei, he immediately became energetic.
"How is he doing?"
Zhu Tianlei glanced at Xiao Shan. From the appearance, Xiao Shan was in very good condition. Not only did he not become haggard, but his skin became fairer and fatter, and his breathing was also very stable. This shows that Xiao Deng took good care of him.
"It has always been fine. Except for the lack of consciousness, all indicators are normal. Director Li came to check him at noon."
When Li Yong was mentioned, Xiao Deng was filled with gratitude. In the past few months, no matter how busy Li Yong was at work, he would always take time to come and take a look. No matter how tense the hospital ward was, Li Yong had never arranged for other patients to enter this hospital.
Ward.
"Well, what about you? You're going to give birth in more than a month, so you must pay more attention."
Zhu Tianlei nodded and pressed his fingers on Xiao Shan's wrist. Indeed, his physical condition was very good.
"I'm fine too. Thank you, Chairman, for your concern. During this period, Mr. Hao often bought me various nutritional supplements and even made me soup himself. I'm fine."
As Xiao Deng spoke, his eye circles turned red again.
A person as busy as the chairman can still cook soup for her secretary. Just imagine how many employees in the world are as happy as her.
"If you really want to thank you, Mr. Hao, take good care of yourself and the child in your belly. Mr. Hao wants to be a godmother for a long time."
Zhu Tianlei did not intend to stay longer.
"Yes, I will."
Xiao Deng nodded solemnly.
"That's good, by the way, have you contacted Ye Mingzhi during this time?" (To be continued)