Chapter 62 The animal that lost its head

When I returned to Dongshan, the incense was lingering in the old house. Looking at my grandmother in the portrait again, my heart was not as sad as before.

Because, too many things happened.

And those things made my trust in my grandma less unreserved than before.

I lit new incense and bowed.

Then, go straight to the village chief's home.

The village chief is one of the few old people in the village.

He was even here before his father got married.

She is about the same age as my grandmother.

Seeing me, the village chief's wrinkled face became even more wrinkled.

"Why are you back again?"

"My home is here?"

"According to the rules of our village, if your parents are dead and your daughter is an outsider, she is considered an outcast!" The village chief frowned when he said this. "So, this place is no longer your home!"

"you……"

The village chief's words are disgusting to hear.

However, I endured it forcefully.

After all, I have something to ask for.

"Village chief, do you know him?"

I took out the photo from Xiaojiashun and placed it directly in front of the village chief.

With just one glance, the village chief's eyes moved away.

"never seen it!"

"Look more carefully!"

"never seen it!"

"village head……"

"The village chief is in trouble!"

Just when I was about to say something, a young man ran over in a hurry.

"Village Chief! No...it's not good!"

"Say it nicely!" The village chief patted the table, "Why are you panicking?"

"You...you'd better go and have a look!"

The village chief glanced at me and followed the young man to vent his anger.

And I followed closely behind.

From a distance, I saw a group of people gathering together.

Looking at the fence, it should be a sheepfold.

As I got closer, I suddenly felt frightened.

I saw the goat's body lying in a pool of blood, with its head missing.

The fracture on the neck was extremely irregular, and it was obviously torn open by force.

The village chief frowned and walked in directly.

He knelt down, stretched out his hand, dipped it in the blood, then stuck out his tongue and licked it.

"When did you discover it?"

"Just now!" the young man said hurriedly, "Village Chief, what's going on? Do you want to call the police?"

Just as he said this, a stumbling figure ran from a distance.

A woman wearing a headscarf rushed over while crying.

"Village Chief! My baby is dying!"

"What happened to him?"

"No... I don't know! Last night, the head of my egg-laying hen was bitten off by a yellow skin. I thought it was a pity that it was lost and saw that it was still warm, so I stewed it! Who knew that the baby would just eat a chicken leg?

...just smoked it!”

"But the doctor has gone to the market!"

"What should we do?"

"I go!"

When everyone was helpless, I walked out.

"Maybe I can try it!"

"Do you have a medical qualification certificate?" The village chief looked at me warily, "If not, don't disregard human life!"

"Village chief, you..."

"Let's go! Follow me to see the baby!" The village chief waved his hand, "Don't come back again! I've canceled your household registration in the village for you!"

damn it!

If the village chief is too old, we should have a fight with him!

Seeing everyone leaving, I entered the sheepfold.

When you peel back the wool, you will find that their skin is purple-red.

The more the blood on the ground solidifies, the darker it becomes.

Obviously, this is a sign of poisoning.

Just when I thought of this, I heard rapid footsteps.

As soon as I got up, I saw the young man from before.

"The village chief whipped him!"

After hearing what the young man said, I quickly jumped out of the sheepfold.

…

Then we came to a small farmhouse, and as soon as we entered, we heard crying.

A cyanotic child was lying on the bed.

Foaming appeared from the corners of his mouth.

The village chief was lying on a mat, and his symptoms were very different from those of the child.

"Not long after the village chief came in, he foamed at the mouth and fell down!" the young man said hurriedly.

"Girl, you are the granddaughter of Banxian'er, can you show me?" An old man with a horned mustache said tremblingly with a cane next to him. "You can't just die without saving me!"

Without any hesitation, I picked up the newspaper on the table.

After tearing it into paper figures, he took out a pen with a cinnabar ink sac.

"Give me their birthdays and horoscopes!"

"Okay! My baby is..."

After writing the birth date and birth date, take out your mobile phone and locate it.

Face north and form a mudra with your hands.

As I recited the words one by one, the paper man with the birthday and birth date suddenly started to bleed.

"Wow, your face has calmed down!"

When the dark blood completely dyed the paper figure red, someone screamed.

When I turned around, everyone gathered around me.

"The village chief is also awake!"

Using a puppet to transfer poison was my first tentative experience.

Not sure, but succeeded.

Obviously, this is no ordinary poison.

If it were an ordinary poison, the exorcism technique would not be effective at all.

"Burn the paper man!"

I hugged the paper figure with the remaining newspaper and handed it to the young man.
To be continued...