When Wang Fu and Xie Shiju left the home of a merchant named Qian, they did not forget another way.
Since the Xie family can't get in, we simply start somewhere else.
Six months ago, when the ancestral graves were renovated, it was impossible for them to be all the Xie family members, the yin and yang masters who knew Feng Shui, and the coolies who opened the graves and lifted the coffins?
These people were there to witness it and could always see any clues.
Therefore, Wang Fu and his two men divided their troops and visited them one by one.
"What, dead?"
This is the seventh home that Wang Fu visited. The white cloth on the door has not been taken off yet. There are only orphans and widowed mothers living in misery.
When I asked the man in charge, he fell ill and died suddenly six months ago.
None of the coolies who carried the coffin were spared, and even the funeral troupe who played gongs and drums were almost dead.
"Evil nature!"
Wang Fu grinned. The more this happens, the closer it is to the truth.
Every household he visited had an accident six months ago, and the family quickly became poor and dilapidated. Now, they are so poor that they can hardly afford to eat.
"It must be because he asked for life and money."
It turns out that asking for life money not only takes away the life of the deceased, but also takes away the fortune of the deceased. Although these coolies died, the family's wealth was also robbed, and the family was so poor that they could not even eat.
Although he didn't meet the real owner, Wang Fu got a lot of information.
"Brother Wang, we have some breaking news. You will be surprised to hear it."
On the other side, Xie Shiju went out to investigate, and it was obvious that he would gain more.
"Mr. Yin Yang who showed Feng Shui to the Xie family, who do you think he is?"
"who?"
"Old liar."
Xie Shiju slapped his thigh and said, "Things have come together. The old liar's death stemmed from the Xie family's move to their ancestral graves."
"He hid for half a year and finally died."
"What about you, what did you find out?"
Wang Fu nodded and said, "All the insiders who moved the tomb at that time are dead."
Xie Shiju was dumbfounded after hearing what he said, "That's cruel!"
This evil spirit is really powerful, he did it cleanly and neatly, leaving no trace at all.
However……
Wang Fu raised the question in his mind, "You are the only one who caused this incident. The head of the Xie family, Xie Weishan, has always been fine. Do you think it's strange or not?"
"It's quite strange!"
Xie Shiju said, "It just so happens that a businessman named Qian went to visit me. Let's hear what he found out when he comes back."
When the businessman surnamed Qian returned home that night, he said to the two of them, "I'm sorry, but in the middle of the conversation, I learned that the old mother of the owner of the village was ill, and I didn't find out anything."
"I'll visit another day."
Wang Fu nodded in understanding. There were about twenty days left before the January deadline, so we should be able to make it in time.
The next moment, he glanced at the businessman named Qian, and saw that the other person's life fire was drifting uncertainly, and a black light as black as ink enveloped the entire life fire candle.
Life is at stake!
I just went to Xie's house, how did it turn into this?
"Donor, you are in a very dangerous situation now. You must tell us where you went today? Who have you met?"
Wang Fu's face became serious, and Xie Shiju remained silent. When he opened his eyes, he saw a black cloud covering the head of the businessman surnamed Qian, and his complexion was frighteningly poor.
"I, I just went to Xie's house. I only saw Master Xie and a few servants and maids."
"By the way, during this period, thank the owner's wife for coming out and asking him to go back to the backyard to see his mother."
The Xie family’s wife?
Wang Fu looked at Xie Shiju, who shook his head and said he couldn't see where the danger came from?
"Donor, please take off your clothes as soon as possible and take a bath."
Wang Fu took out a 'dust-removing talisman' and said, "This talisman is dissolved in water. Remember to clean it from beginning to end."
The clothes he changed into were not thrown away. Wang Fu asked someone to make a scarecrow and placed it by the window. He used an oil lamp to illuminate a figure, which looked no different from the businessman named Qian.
"By the way, there are also shoes!"
Wang Fu almost forgot to put a pair of shoes belonging to a businessman named Qian on the scarecrow.
The merchant surnamed Qian was so frightened that he hid in a large bucket of bath water that had melted into the dust-removing talisman and refused to come out.
"Brother Xie, let's hide next door."
In the evening, the crow crowed several times at the moon, and the deserted night became more and more desolate.
Under the moonlight, a black shadow slowly rose, floating in the wind like a kite, and soon rose to the top of the wall, facing the bedroom of the merchant named Qian.
The oil lamp burns and casts a shadow on the window.
The black shadow escaped from his arms and pulled out a compass. The needle rotated a few times, pointed at the room where the scarecrow was, and nodded.
The next moment, the shadow took out a delicate bow and arrow and shot it at the shadow.
The window cracked, a human figure was caught in the middle, and with a thud, the clothed scarecrow fell to the ground.
"Oh!"
The businessman named Qian who was hiding in the bucket felt a pain in his heart. He lowered his head and plunged into the talisman water. The pain disappeared instantly.
It was the scarecrow in the room who suffered the disaster on his behalf.
"Where to go!"
The door and window of the next room were kicked to pieces, and two figures rushed out one after another, rushing towards the black figure on the wall.
"Guiding light!"
Xie Shiju was discovered as soon as he raised his hand. The black shadow smiled ghostly, knocked him down on the spot, and fell to the wall.
"It's a paper prick!"
Xie Shiju stepped forward, only to see the true face of the black shadow, which was one of the burned objects, a paper figurine made of bamboo pierced into the bones and made of paper.
The paper man wears a small hat, rouges his face, and has a scary smile. He is also holding a compass and a small bow in his hand, which are also made of paper.
"Brother Xie, come and take a look!"
In the room, there was a scarecrow lying on his back, with a paper arrow stuck in his chest, but it was extremely sharp and pierced directly through his chest and back.
If the businessman surnamed Qian had been hit, he would have died long ago.
"Um!"
Wang Fu's eyes fell on the scarecrow's feet, and when he saw the paper scraps on the soles of the feet, he suddenly realized.
"Thank you, Master Xie, Madam Xie, these two people must be suspicious."
During the day, a businessman named Qian went to visit him, and when he returned home at night, he was assassinated. As landlords, they could not escape suspicion.
Look at the number of ways this paper ties people together, which is in the same vein as paper ties ingots, and the information is gradually connected.
"Brother Xie, why are there still people practicing evil arts in Zhuangzi?"
Xie Shiju frowned. He didn't expect that, judging from the number of ways the paper was tied, there were practitioners on Zhuangzi, and they were hidden very deep.
In this case, the variables are too great.
Sometimes, the viciousness of people's hearts is more terrifying than ghosts!
"No, I want to inquire again!"
After much thought, Xie Shiju concluded that there must be some secrets in Xie's Village and they must be found out.
Wang Fu found the businessman named Qian and asked, "Donor, are you still willing to help?"
The businessman surnamed Qian had a grimace on his face, "If I say no, will you two leave me alone?"
"Ahem, cough, of course I'll take care of it. It's just that when I'm busy, I can't care about trivial matters."
"No problem, I listen to you!"
The businessman surnamed Qian has experienced so many ups and downs in the past few days that his heart aches from excitement, but he also knows that there is only one option left now, which is to cooperate with Wang Fu.
"Well, please take me with you to the Xie family's mansion tomorrow."
"Don't worry, I won't embarrass you."
Wang Fuding said, "Donor, couldn't you guess that there is a ghost in the Xie family?"
The businessman named Qian's pupils tightened and he finally made up his mind, "I'll do it!"